Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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

- Access is not restricted, and it feels like a little park.

- Well, usually there are no vegetable fields in the park.

Now Julian, who did not think he could proceed with the place, is slightly confused.

In case you run into Peen Vinegar or that butler young man (who looks like him)......

(No, if we meet something else, it's not "bad".)

It's just a condition where I have a lighter sense of inferiority or anger about the way Pean Vinegar's family is.

(But you know "Julian Zaheto, who was looking into Peen Vinegar."

No, even if I know it, maybe it's just something I'm over-conscious and overly concerned about.

Lord Sage also said that he was just being contacted)

"The courtyard of the lord's residence is good" and now it feels like merchants and carpenters are bewildered by the mercenaries who don't reply "let's go" immediately.

- Mr. Zahetto, I don't think the lord here would be so tough.

I've always heard Julian say, "I don't like being tough," the merchants say.

They didn't know that Julian was looking into "Peen Vinegar" more than the people in a certain sense, so they simply thought the lord was noble, so they couldn't make up their mind.

- My lord is kinder to the rest of the world than my fellow inhabitants.

The carpenters, the inhabitants, seemed concerned about the cowardly attitude toward the "lords", who were reasonably receptive caravan escorts for the Wang Capital.

It seems uninteresting that the venerable lord is taking it in a not bad but reluctant manner.

(… don't, if you don't "pretend" to go to the Lords' Mansion, the conversation is going to get stubborn)

I didn't even like to weirdly say no here and impress you.

"Oh, well, let's interrupt a little bit. It's a nice courtyard."

If Julian took the attitude of heading to the Lords' Mansion, the atmosphere around him softened at once.

Exhaling in my heart, I hear the names of the people on my side in the extension of the conversation, and I remember my face for sure.

Later, it was to suck away memories of a mercenary, a caravan escort, heading toward the Lordship's residence.

Julian will be on his way to the Lordship's residence, taking the advice that he will have muscle aches later if he is not careful with the weird hills.

(Can't fit in, let's go up that hill that's unusual and rent a place in the corner of the mansion that doesn't seem suspicious and mislead it properly)

If you start climbing with that in mind, you have no idea what the name is, but a familiar face was walking down the hill from the direction of the Lordship's residence.

(- Sure this guy is, no, this guy is)

He was a martial arts mentor who made Apricot "solitary".

The man was in a great mood and came down the hill of "muscle aches if you don't climb carefully."

Normally, if you saw someone smiling, a "flush" mercenary would have been something good, but Julian, who knew the person's "priors," smiled and talked.

Hello, how are you? Looks like you're home from the lord's residence, is something wrong?

This one, too, would be wary of strangers if they were ordinary Robrow's inhabitants, but were the "feelings" lighter in the aftermath, obviously aboard a conversation held from Julian's greeting of the stranger.

And Julian is listened to in a grand way about his "mood" at a mild rate.

- I was the leader of a martial arts class for children in this territory, and I went to the wife of the son of the territory, who would wake up the "untouchable" there and undertake the apology for saying so on the land.

- But if it turned out to be an apology, I couldn't blame it, and in the first place, it turned out to be an inconvenience that I kept because I couldn't be in tune with everyone else.

- No matter how good you are, those who can't fit around (I noticed this shows apricot in the dark) can't help it because they are unhappy.

- From now on, the procedure was also carried out so that no improprieties would occur, and from now on, I felt much easier as a mentor.

Julian fists his left hand, which is holding a big bag with sketch tools from slipping off his shoulder, and his invisible right hand from the mentor's side, with a smile on his face, "Anger."

Whatever you're talking about, if it's the first time you've heard it, it just sounds like your mentor has absolutely nothing to do with it, and Apricot is acting "selfish" and bothering his surroundings.

And above all, it was also a very unconvincing story that the mentor had not told Julian anything about his "untruthfulness".

It was a disaster.

With a pasted smile, I don't notice a mentor who is in a good mood to say it.

And he nodded violently at Julian's words like, "I got heavenly grace."

- Yeah, it's a real disaster, isn't it?

Julian looks around as she grips the fist of her right hand.

- Almost, you don't have to have "guilt."

Before the word of the mentor, the mercenary's right fist plunged into the mentor's cheek.

"Shall I be guilty there, Mr. Muscari?"

The childhood familiars known as "gods" and "demons" and the mercenaries used to quarrel said as they made the hands of a young man with the name "muscari" hilarious, leaders of martial arts classes, think of the force additions and subtractions with no sequelae left.

Even those who have a taste in martial arts still react dull when they are thoughtfully caught off guard, or were they "shallow minded"?

Muscari loses his mind brilliantly and falls down the soft grassy downhill, dosari.

I'm glad no one's here. Hey, Eliphas?

I took a page of the picture book out of my chest as I checked and then sifted my fist.

"How sweet, Julian, but I can't get the words from the boulder."

That said, I think in my head of the information to be extracted from him, tidy.

I bent over and touched him in a way that looked from the side and it was as if I was going to embrace him.

Sucking it off with "Eliphas" is a story about Julian hitting him first, talking to himself like this, and trying to make sure that no matter what happens, "don't forget you hurt the child" - there was no blame for improperly doing it.

And the memory of his words that he said you didn't have to feel guilty about.

At that time when Apricot was alone, Julian firmly remembered the name of the person responsible who was crossing the entrance to the martial arts class.

He was listening at the tavern before leaving in his last caravan to talk about how he was familiar with and "blown in" with his father, Pean Vinegar, and one of his four more ill-founded daughters.

All in all, I hear the opinion about him that he's not a bad guy, but he's out of the people, and if his powers come alive in a good way, he also has the power to pull everyone off.

However, I also heard about the fact that the four sisters and I were close in age and were blown in about Apricot.

However, as for Apricot's disapproval, Julian also knew where it was flowing across the territory, so he wasn't going to feel like blaming one of them.

I didn't mean to have...

I don't accept the idea that it's better to leave a small child alone on a boulder and not feel guilty about it.

When I say that much, Muscari roars and shows me how to regain consciousness.

Are you okay?

Conscious of her impatience, Julian asks in an atmosphere of passing kindness as she returns "Eliphas" to her chest.

- There you go.

Muscari rose only in her upper body, sitting down on the ground, suppressing the fist spot she had received from Julian.

- Which one are you? Besides, I went to the lord's mansion - go - no, he was back?.

After inhaling their memories, they are almost uniformly, lightly, but suddenly self-defeated.

If you inhale memories of behavior, it can be confusing because the remaining memories and the current situation do not match, so if you do not support the memory of "replacing", it can cause a great deal of confusion.

And replant that "lost" part with a convenient memory for Julian.

"Surprised, when I tried to go sightseeing in the Lords' Mansion, I saw a man fall from his face, suddenly" coming down from the Lords' Mansion, "on a hill that the residents told me to watch out for walking."

- It was coming down, you mean it was a return from the lord's residence?

Lightly accepting the "kind man's word" that he has come down, Muscari grasps his current situation and tries to get it back.

"Yeah, I heard a great sinking voice, fiercely regretting something."

There, Julian again "conveniently," breathes in words instead of lost memories.

"I'm sorry for what I did," he said, shrugging and leaning down. "

I don't know if it will work, but Julian wanted to try something.

Hello, someone named Muscari, just like I heard in the tavern. If it was someone who was susceptible to words.

Once again, if we could make the concept of "guilt" sprout in this person, Apricot wouldn't create any more "solitary" people, even if he couldn't do it anymore.

"So, there were times when I was" reflecting "and depressed, and I guess I had a bad footing, and I saw that I had fallen, and I panicked."

- Really? Were you depressed and "reflecting"?

The face seemed desperate.

- I knew I shouldn't have done anything like that.

Muscari rises after Julian hits him, rubbing against Ite.

The face facing each other that way was far from what had come down earlier in a way that seemed like an exasperation, and it made me ask how terribly embarrassed I was.

If you only saw Julian's face a little, Muscari mouths the words with a top-down subtraction.

- I don't know what to tell the first person, but actually, I was doing a shameful mess to talk about, so, I care, and so, I guess I slipped my leg.

Well, it sure seemed like something really depressing.

Without being able to say "I hit him because he came down in a good mood," I give him an answer that is no difficulty.

But when he heard the word "depressed" again, Muscari gave him a soothing look and went on to talk.

- Yes, I think, at the bottom of my mind, I thought, "I've done something very terrible," but I couldn't admit it.

- Plus, wonder and no one blames me for what I did, and I feel like I'm feeling that way gradually when they say, "I can't help it."

Again, Julian is convinced that the air of "bad apricot" is flowing throughout the territory.

I wonder if many people have blamed you.

I pinched the words because I was concerned there, but Muscari looked fine and nodded.

- Officials told me to blame you and then leave me out of this for being out of hand.

To this, Julian thought, "Did that butler young man complain strongly about leaving you alone?"

But if that butler was exasperated, he also seemed likely to spit out words that shriveled his opponent in quietly sharp words, but he doesn't look like he got those words.

However, as time has passed enough for one season to pass, I would also consider that maybe I have brought it back.

And while I was thinking, Muscari still spoke.

- Honestly, I was hoping at that time, but that was it, so I was hoping you'd blame yourself somewhere.

- But I also felt "cut out" without being blamed.

"How could you go to the Lordship's son's wife for troublesome consultations if you thought you'd been cut off -.

Yeah, I heard this at the foot earlier, too, and you seemed depressed, so I wanted to hear it.

Well, we talked about it, didn't we?

The story of Cinellaria taking over the job from Karin was also heard in the liquor store, in one set with "the intimate dissatisfaction of the Lady of the Lords".

- Yes, yes, so... That, from there, am I?.

Muscari rubs his battered cheek, wrinkling between his brows and leaning his neck.

- I think I hit my head, so I might as well not force myself now. "

Julian figured out that Muscari was confused by his current state and the "blur" of his emotions in the part where he was able to extract his memories.

Without realizing the brake, I decide to keep him away from this place and open my mouth to put him in the mouth.

"In case you get down there early, why don't you go to the doctor?"

- Oh, right. Should I go to the hospital later?

Feeling that there was indeed a mild "confusion" in his memory, Muscari honestly nodded and pointed his gaze down the ramp.

Now this one thinks a piece has arrived, but a new "uncomfortable and inexplicable" bud appears in Julian's mind.

(The part where the memory was sucked and the result of consulting Mrs. Cinellaria came down "exasperated," cause?)

If that idea fits, it's hard for Julian to believe in Russia.

From the standpoint, even if I want to shelter my daughter, I know that the woman I have been consulted cannot be strongly sheltered.

But Muscari comes down so bright - to the point of unnecessary guilt, what made me think was the mother in the consultation.

(You think Apricot doesn't mind her getting hurt like this?)

Parent Toiu Presence Karamo Asylum Warrenai,

Kono Kids No Way II, Moshikashite How many Ka Liability Gaat Tanjanaika?.

(- Dude)

"Gentle." Words of their own crossed my mind.

- Okay, now.

"Uh, oh. Be careful."

Muscari was greeting Julian and he was turning his back and starting to descend again down the road towards the foot.

"Look, it might be an extra favor, but, you know, shouldn't you be away from the" work that got you out of hand "thing?

Julian said those words to someone who thought it was a big favor but was susceptible to people's influence.

Hi, as far as his condition is concerned, it was conveyed as I talked to him that he was at first humane enough to feel "guilty" with his values firmly in place.

However, that is the jealousy from the inhabitants who, starting with the discord of the lord's family, gather respect too, if monopolized, exasperate dissatisfaction.

Various negative feelings that said so snap like mud at Muscari, one of the inhabitants of this territory.

It was also felt by the mercenaries, as they were driving the values from his source crazy.

"If you like to teach and grow, why don't you just use vegetables and plants?"

I don't talk, but I don't care how you grow up. "

At the end of the day, Julian noticed that he was getting weird rhetoric.

But I didn't feel that way better than he "fell" in a weird direction again.

And I guess there was something to feel about the said muscari too, I nodded with a simple grin.

- Yeah, I don't hate farming from the beginning, and I'm good at Ning Ro.

- But there was an easy place to get on, so I refrained from getting involved.

- Because vegetables don't say things, I really do it in my own way and I do it hard.

- That shouldn't be the case, I was choosing the work of a willing and mouthed, people-involved leader.

Round your eyes to Julian's unexpected answer.

- But if this is, you should still be involved with agriculture, then I'm the only one who's "funny".

The mercenary didn't say anything about the "impropriety" until the end, but found it "regrettable".

(Even if I expose my sins and apologize, I know I'm the only one who's refreshed)

It stains easily, but never, not foolishly.

What do you care how big you are?

Breaking the ever polite language, Julian went back down the road to Muscari's side and took out "Eliphas" once now.

"You're wrong, and it hurts a lot."

Julian's soles sound the jade gravel laid near the entrance as he leads to the Lordship's mansion on the hill.

(In this land, maybe it's also the kind of material that starts in the lord's family and distorts and grows a "thing" called a person?)

That thought came to Julian's mind.

I have visited this territory a few more times but began in a beautiful valley and thought it was a land where the colours of the four seasons lived.

A land that I've sketched and can feel as “ nature is beautiful ”, thinking it ’ s just right for picture book materials and ingredients.

"I don't know why, I think nature is so sweet."

I took out the first large sketchbook and spread it out and looked at it, which I held as I held it in my arms.

The colors in the painting paper depicting only the scenery were meant to just copy in the visible colors, but if I saw them again, they were all painted with bright colors.

Though he said he was gentle in his mouth, when sketching, in his heart he had always pointed his nerves at the greatness and horror of nature, identifying it and engraving it into the white world to remember.

″ Nature does not condone weak things ″

In this land where nature remains strong, if a person has a way of living that respects nature and is imitative of it, then "weak" may be made a "bad thing".

Then it becomes the natural land of ″ society ″ where Robrow worships strength, excludes weakness, and is blamed.

If a wise man intervened with wisdom, brought discipline, and consolidated and dwelt in man's morality...

So far, thinking about it, Julian closed a sketchbook depicting only the view.

"... for Julian, the gentle Julian, who can't use magic or spirituality, it doesn't fit with nature's simple and lucid code of weak predation."

And take out and hold a sketchbook depicting your painted “ angel ” and a man ’ s boy ’ s painting to alternate with a sketchbook of scenery.

"Well, if you're an Anglecomb child, even a great natural opponent won't be a Luthanchman."

My ears captured the sound of water called dovodobo.

Probably the fountain in the courtyard the inhabitants were talking about.

I came to the corner courtyard, and when I met him, I saw him.

Feeling like it's going to reopen in the middle, Julian enters the Lordship Mansion.

Heading from the front to the side of the Lords' Mansion, there is certainly a corridor so as to be a line drawn between the courtyard and the outer garden, and, as the residents say, the wide Lords' Mansion built on the hill does not appear to restrict access in particular.

Proceeding along a fairly long corridor, you can also see a courtyard-like place, with a small vegetable garden, as I said.

Next to the field, there was also a vibrant autumn cherry blossom flower garden, just representative of the colours of the season.

At the foot there was also an opinion from the inhabitants that it was strange to have fields, but the carefully cared for crop also appeared the colour of its blue leaves in the courtyard.

But if there's one heterogeneous thing...

"Well, overall, it's a good quality and qualitative construction, but I can't deny that it's just a few extra decorations from the fountain."

It was a fountain, built by luxurious decorations.

However, it may be somewhat too luxurious, but if you see a vegetable garden or an autumn cherry blossom flower garden on the side, you can also say that it is conveniently located enough for watering crops.

Well, maybe he's just looking flashy because he's used to all the qualities.

On the other hand, I am aware that I am unfamiliar with these "shapes made with the hands of people" because I walk around all the places called "country ″ as mercenaries.

Probably just stands out when artificial objects come in, amidst so many natural objects.

If this was in the Wang capital, which is undergoing development, or in a city that also functions as a fortress on the border, I might even get the impression that it is very important in a way.

With that in mind, Julian sits on the edge of a position unseen from the Lordship's residence, using the fountain as a barrier.

Take out a sketch of the landscape with the two protagonists, lay it together, and do things like "Not Ah, Not This" for a while.

"Again, once I feel sorry for myself, I should know how much I appreciate the" normal "I always have."

I don't hesitate to put words in my mouth because no one is there, I take out my notebook and write down the flow of sentences as well, replacing the picture and the landscape over and over again.

But when I wrote it down to some extent...

- Yeah, but does this make it any different from a fairy tale?

I stopped feeling like the story I thought about myself was somehow “ something I've read somewhere ”.

Just for the sake of the familiar child, I'm thinking about making it, but if the result of it turns out to be a "likeable picture book" just painted in Julian's painting "-.

Feelings similar to the indescribable inferiority of this boiled down.

If he was a kid, he'd have been reading pictures about sleeping at night.

- Ning Lo. Some places may now bury the loneliness of their father gone in reading.

When Julian thinks about a child he is familiar with and carves a wrinkle between his eyebrows, scratching his head, he feels signs of people.

The water splash of the fountain sews between the sounds falling onto the surface of the water, with small strides and not heavy footsteps, but badly slow.

Footsteps tell me I'm alone.

- This feeling is female, sick, slow going.

What I can think of in the footsteps with the atmosphere of sickness was the “ Karin Vinegar ” of the Lady of Lords, who no longer represents herself in front of the inhabitants in a state of pull to this Lords ’ mansion.

And most importantly, the information that she looks just like her "granddaughter" crosses Julian's head.

I have the urge to see what it looks like, but I came into the courtyard without signs of freedom of entry and exit, and suddenly appeared, and I was absolutely confident that the rest of us would be surprised.

In case you were surprised and raised your voice, and even the servants of the mansion came in, it is visible that it will be difficult to deceive you.

Besides, she may have come out of this place because she thinks she's alone herself.

Do you want to sit still?

I'm used to doing things without signs, and even if they find me from the other side and talk to me, the moment I think about doing it at all times.

For Julian, there was a strong wind that only rightly seemed to be a prankster.

(Hmm!?)

Of course, the ones who get the most of the breeze incitement are the painting paper that Julian has sketched so far, and the ones he keeps in line to make it into a picture book come up.

(Are you kidding me!)

Hurry and gather together the sketch-drawn painting paper, maliciously in your mouth, thinking that you should not surprise anyone who might have come to the garden, anyway.

But Julian's good fight was vain, and the best thing he could have put in the most remote place - the sketch of an angel boy and a boy who burned in the day went up in the wind, rightly hilarious.

Besides, should the prank wind be called a further prank, fly the painting paper with the best painting to the fountain.

(No kidding!!)

- I was painting, and the mercenaries had learned something.

The expression "picture" is a line drawn on a drawing sheet by a writing instrument.

I lay the lines I draw, interact with each other to create a "picture" and draw them, but even if that seems simple, and I have to "do it in these streams", I can't do the "ideal" line.

If you really think you're a medium bender, but you casually pulled it off, the line you wanted that you couldn't draw before can be dashed.

When I can draw the line I want, I really want to draw a piece that "makes use of" it.

It was such a painting on the raised picture paper, even before I knew the difficulty of drawing that "line," but when I saw it again, I was drawing a brilliant line.

- I love it, but I can't wait to go out with my very busy father, and I'm happy to paint such a boy.

I had it before I mourned my precious father, the last smile.

If you followed the painting and looked back, the figure of a woman over the water splash of the fountain - clothes that seem to be aristocratic ladies enter Julian's sight.

The painting paper was just in the wind, dancing over the woman's head.

And if it went too far through there, it would definitely fall into the fountain.

Madam, I'm sorry, but I need you to get him!

"Ma'am" was the only thing that was predictable, so if I called in a plea, she grabbed it before it fell to the surface beautifully, even though the lady's clothes seemed somewhat immobile.

'Good...... oh, this is'

The woman also saw what she grabbed in the way she guessed at Julian's unwillingness to wet her drawing paper in the water, and she was leaking a breath of relief.

And if you saw the drawing paper, open your eyes just a little bit - he had a gentle grin.

- It's strange and delightful to see your paintings and have someone smiling at you.

But before I immersed myself in emotion, my wife caught me a piece of painting paper, and she turned a blatant suspicious gaze, so...

"... Oh, Madam, thank God.

It's a painting I've painted that can be transformed. Fuzzy blonde, gentle eyes like emerald, a cute, overly innocent angel with a troubled, soldering smile - "

I put out as much "kizza" as I could and focused on shutting them up.

"No, it's not like you're thanking me."

It was still possible to keep saying it, but the other wife offered me a hand and gave me the expression "stop", so I stopped talking like a scratch.

In addition, I can see that the other lady stopped me from being alarmed about myself, so Julian breathed.

That's how I got to see it clearly again, ma'am, but I only found out that she wasn't "Karin Vinegar".

If you saw it from Julian, who had a good look at Apricot, even if he stood side by side with his wife and the girl, to be honest, there's no place to say it's roughly similar.

However, it also doesn't make you feel clearly "blood is not connected".

The girl and the lady seemed to have a convincing connection if they told her that she was a relative, even if she could not believe it if she was the first to say so.

Besides, Karin Binegar may look young, but at her age, she's the same generation as me.

There will be ages, but Karin's appearance is small, her hair color is like apricot, like a blend of green in the black.

And now the lady standing in front of Julian is tall for a woman, one way or the other, and her hair color is not the color that they say belongs to "Karin and Apricot" either.

However, in an overall gentle atmosphere - it makes me feel certain about the "mother" thing.

That was Cinellaria Vinegar, who became the righteous daughter of Lobo Lord Pean Vinegar.

In the meantime, Julian introduces herself again, reluctant to have Cinellaria on her guard.

I tried carefully to tell her how I was in this place, but the next Lady of Lords blocked me brilliantly and thoroughly and compiled the contents.

Then Julian would show her the sketch, somehow like she said it was going to flow.

Apparently, Cinellaria has an appetite for pictures and readings.

I was glad she praised the "Angel" painting so many times, but I was curious that all she stared at as she seemed to love was the "Cry Angel" sketch.

And he actually asks me, "You can be happy, right?"

(I wonder if that means my heart wound hasn't healed yet -)

I finally remembered seeing Cinellaria herself and that she was experiencing the loss of a "child".

It was also an event that I stumbled upon if I had followed the Citron label with that extension, searching for someone who had not lost the memory of Pean Vinegar.

I learned about the wounds Cinellaria had since she started visiting Robrow regularly, but it seems that a silver-haired, tight-haired, beautiful mage before Julian sucked his memories did enough "treatment" for me.

It was my first visit to Robrow, and I had been asking him how it was for a while, but I had heard stories about the unfortunate breakdown of the twins in the wife of the lord's son, but there was no story about the son and his wife being more unhappy than they had lost their children.

Citron, who seems to have done the right thing, will assume the official position Balsam was supposed to hold if he returned to King's Capital, as the wise man informed me.

And the magician's history, promulgated by the state, led me to think that she had learned that she was a "twin" and was taking into account her righteous daughter as Pean Vinegar.

It may be an event that I can't help but close and cage in a shell of pity, but if the "twin parties" told me something I could be convinced of, it seemed to Julian that it was too early to connect to a recovery.

Though I thought...

That makes sense, Sage.

It was as if Julian felt prepared for the "shame" from the beginning.

Unexpectedly, such "irony" leaked out of the mercenary's mouth as he watched the sign of the announcement of the inauguration of the head of the Citron Label's School of Magic.

I wonder how many times the time to reflect on that sad event, while still alive, will come unexpectedly, with small triggers.

And now Cinellaria, who has seen a picture book wishing children happiness, thinks of children.

Even if I just knew the circumstances of the mourning, I'm not talking to a woman all of a sudden, and most importantly, Julian is a "man," so I can't tell you how mildly he understands the spiciness.

"Losing a child"?

This is all the feelings and thoughts that I'm sure only the person who lived his life in the womb would know - there would be pain and pity, so Julian presents a sketch to the lady as she talks to Cinellaria.

'Thank you. I think it will be a very nice picture book, so please finish it.'

Yes, I could only feel Julian's eyes overflowing with the thought of a child - "I want my daughter to be happy".

For example, the question arises as to why Muscari, whom we met earlier on the slopes, was in a state of "confidence in the wrong direction".

The lady is insignificant and changes her story when she is about to talk about a "scar" that she doesn't want me to touch as she tries to take it to a form that connects her stories just a little bit.

As I labor Julian in that way, it has been conveyed that while we exchange words, she is also still facing wounds that cannot be healed by the "loss of a child".

Even as it passes on, Julian is mild and upset with something that reminds her of her lover, whose way of speaking and appearance of caring for the other person is decades old.

And they intertwine and become entangled and float with nature from the dreams of "if the lover has become the mother", from a lady who gives her a strong presence: the mother.

- If you were able to live normally and normally Julian's, there was a child between them.

Layer it again on the lady of the flanking owner, who looks a lot like her who loves it.

As I speak, I bring a shine to my mouth to try to regain my feelings, even though the connection between the picture book and childhood familiarity is discerned.

Answer me, Madam. But how did you know that the boy who burned in the day was a better model for the deceased?

'It is the living who can weep.

Because only people who are left can cry because they're gone. "

The lady unconsciously puts her hand on her lower abdomen and tells her to whine slowly.

I meant to know more about feelings similar to that than anyone else.

- Even if no one remembers, you were in my world (in the womb).

I was convinced that she was just as annoyed by the "past of bereavement of one precious woman" as I was.

"You're talking about trying to inspire this tearful, adorable angel boy"

However, to live, I am now writing a picture book to "encourage" for "children who are going to live."

- Even if it's an abominable past, if you stay by my side, that's fine, Eliphas.

Though I thought that would be good for me, I had a self that I wished would not be imprisoned in the past by a child I was familiar with and by a wife who is now also on the sidelines.

(contradictory, I am)

The magical talent is a tease, but I don't feel like I'm trying to take her in because I've been imprisoned in the past.

That's not what Julian holds again.

In his eyes, where Cinellaria stared at the autumn cherry blossoms that swayed in the wind, he felt a stiffness and spread his large palm.

"It's a simple exorcism curse for any" person. "

In the meantime, it's an exorcism to pass on to the eastern country in case. "

I didn't care that magic wasn't available, but I remembered it well when I was attracted to the phrase "any man can do it" simple exorcism.

"Calm your mind, put your strength under your umbilical cord, put a" pay for the bad stuff somewhere scattered "in your palm, make it sound and slap it, that's fine."

Carefully remembered, Julian holds his hand in front of his chest.

- Focus, focus on your belly.

- Bread.

The palms were heavily overlaid and the waves of sound echoed into the courtyard.

The sound trembles a lot, and the tears that the lady beside herself was experiencing in her eyes slip down her thin makeup cheek.

"Hey, let me curse you, Madam."

Next thing you know, "I sneak my fingertips around my chest to help me use Eliphas.

I won't let her forget herself this time.

The fact that a few of the caravans went to the Lords' Mansion will be a pain in the ass in the future.

Once Cinellaria knew what Julian Zaheto had accomplished at the Lords' mansion, there was nothing she could do about it in the future.

And Julian will tell the people of Robrow that he's been there.

(But some parts of it are better if you smoke it)

I use it, but I cleverly pinch "one page of a picture book" into my confident handkerchief for cleanliness.

And without looking at the insignificant lady, I offered her that handkerchief while looking at the autumn cherry blossom with the flower word "order".

The Lady silently receives a handkerchief pinched with "Eliphas".

Although I don't know the outcome of my first attempt to do it, I was lurking her inside my handkerchief, wanting "Eliphas" to suck away a useless memory of hate, which is inside the cineralia.

'... Kashiwaki, is this to exorcise evil? Do you even know exotic sorcery because of your profession as a mercenary?

Do you really think people who become righteous daughters of wise men are smart?

Cinellaria tells me more about what she only knew in the three letters of "exorcism".

Julian laughed at the hand she gave her handkerchief with her arms around her and told her all she knew.

Still, Cinellaria carefully bowed her head and thanked her.

'Thank you, thank you. Just bad stuff, it seems like you flew away'

After that, I gradually wipe my eyes with a handkerchief.

- Casali.

There was a small noise, and Cinellaria noticed that Julian, of course, "Eliphas" made the noise.

- I forgot to pinch an "important note".

I even said those words and was thinking of deluding them, but there was a big wind blowing there and I could see Cinellaria meditating her eyes unexpectedly.

The wind blowing as hard as an "apology" for the flirtation earlier causes Eliphas to inhale the "tears" spilled from the sight of Cinellaria.

And Julian could still feel Eliphas inhaling something from her memory while away from her.

Eventually the wind stopped and the mercenary could see from the eyes of the lady looking at the autumn cherry blossoms that the earlier sight had been lost.

"... Thank you, handkerchief"

"If the tears have stopped, most importantly,"

Cinellaria tells me to thank you and take a handkerchief.

(- You're good, you seem to have sucked me off, Eliphas)

Somehow it was sunny, and I took a small breath, not to be noticed, when I saw the lady with the newly determined look of something and perhaps the prospect went well.

"Julian would make a good ending picture book.

"I'm glad I stayed in this place," Julian puts on a picture book that I think I'm glad I survived.

You may be a loud angel in the text, but there's a little bit of content… you can even read that "childish."

The mercenary accidentally blew out to the phrase "loud to the text".

- What do you care, Julian makes a suggestion to a talented woman who is also a mother, who can also say words that seem like a joke?

"Finally, if you were expected to have a good ending, colored men have to work hard.

Madam, don't be too surprised.

... being such a sweet mother, maybe another angel will come down again "

- If it's your child, it must be strong, smart.

To the bewildered lady, the "traveller" speaks even more of a blessing.

"He looks a lot like you, he looks like Apricot, he's got all kinds of edges, he's like that."

"But I once..."

I can't go on with the words from there.

Cinellaria, if you're a Lobo citizen, knows, but you don't know the "traveler" from elsewhere, "who lost one of his twins".

I know it's not mild but I shouldn't talk about it because it's an atmosphere that has broken it down.

But I felt like I would ruin a gentle, positive word that I got a corner if I didn't explain it in words, "Why don't you give me a new life".

Julian, who knows "everything" about Cinellaria's hesitant circumstances, continues to pretend to be unfamiliar.

But, Madam, have you ever been blamed by people you care about once?

Without using negative words, he had carefully chosen words and spoken them so as not to cause any more pain in Cinellaria's still unhealing heart wounds.

To the words Julian put out, Cinellaria shakes her neck to the side.

'No, it is. Ningro, I was encouraged and comforted about that.

And then some of you recognized me personally. '

- Let me send you the phrase "luck is within strength", though it may come true.

Nowadays, in this country, a word said by someone who hits the top of the list of people trying to learn witchcraft was also a great confidence in Cinellaria.

I was very glad that I was recognized as an individual as a magician, although I was also a mother.

However, it can also lead to the daughter being a stepmother and envying the talent of the daughter who inherited the talent of her stepfather.

If Apricot and Cinellaria were lined up in terms of "magical talent," then obviously the talent is better for her daughter at the "now" stage.

Plus, I noticed the ″ too imprisoned ″ one earlier, before I met Julian.

I remember my young daughter trying to do "advanced sorcery" until she ignored Cinellaria's attention because "your mother praised me before".

- - I remember when I was still younger and younger than I am today, "Mother I Love" was happy to be able to do difficult sorcery with Apricot.

- Oh, my God, oh, my God, that's Apricot. My grandmother and I love magic together the most.

- And your grandmother, Apricot.

Just the only "magic" I did with my young daughter in the fountain I'm sitting on right now.

If you do it again, your mother will be happy, believe it - like a "young child" and Apricot repeats "difficult sorcery".

Believe what my mother said to me, I wanted to do it with you again.

Eventually, if wisdom came along, "If what your mother worked so hard for, if she could do it for herself, your mother might be happy".

Think with a young head, reach for my mother's notebook as a researcher.

There are certainly parts that resemble "stepfather," and there may have been some curiosity that I took over and reached for the research notes.

If Apricot is as talented as the sage Pean Vinegar, there were many other subjects to study and experiment with.

Besides, if I spoke to Pean, who would be my grandfather, he would accompany my granddaughter's research and experiments to the best of his ability, in response to her curiosity.

Still, I reached out to research Cinellaria because I wanted to spend some time with my "grandmother".

However, Cinellaria was not a daughter, but a "person who could use more magic than herself", and had been looking at her recently.

It is "incomprehensible" to use magic with a sense of wit and play, and to still feel people's inferiority or inability to do so is also regrettable.

And no matter how hard I try, I still don't know that there are people like Cinellaria who can't.

So Apricot can't even take care of her feelings until she's hurting her mother for what she's doing.

But I realized "now" that I had to teach Cinellaria as a parent to take care of the feelings of those people "now".

- Blaming yourself any more will waste the care that the people around you have given me.

More than that, I'll tell you something wrong, it's better for the kid. "

Julian "scolded" Cinellaria for saying so.

(… was this person perceiving that I was troubled about children?)

The words "for the sake of the child" clearly showed what was bothering me.

(No, maybe you should think - "I knew" than that)

Even though I didn't invite them, I knew the sisters-in-law who came to Robrow from their dowry location were intertwining something with my husband's van in the realm and ranting about a bad rumor.

That lightly makes me feel that even the rest of the territory knows their wounds, that they just came here with a caravan escort.

But Cinellaria immediately regained her feelings with the idea of "not having to deal with them".

(Those people might make the sister-in-law who did the "lapse" of losing the lord's grandson about the "seed of story" of peace of mind)

Even if they sow the story in bad faith, there are people who see and listen to the story for sure.

And this traveler who's sitting beside me right now, because he is.

And my father-in-law won't pinch my mouth for certainty with my sister-in-law as much as possible because he trusts me that it's okay "if it's" cineralia "too.

Because if I pinch it, I know it's like oiling a fire.

- If you want to keep quiet, you have to "erase" those four at once.

Cinellaria mocked herself in the depths of her mind at the "dark" thoughts she thought.

(More than that, what I should face are my children)

I nod quietly, and then I go on talking because I think the mercenaries on this journey understand the story.

'Really, there are some boiling bad feelings, but even if you're trapped by all that, it's really silly.

Well, I'm also just talking about having to face my own children '

The contents are really still children, even if they are less than half that age doing the experiments they could have done when they were adults.

- You just have to face it as a parent, not a lot of talent.

At least, my daughter is not wearing her talents to make her prestigious.

It was just a little bit of a thought for Cinellaria to teach that "some people have unpleasant feelings when they do things that people can't do without laboring" to make them seem friendly as parents and children.

Experience also knows that if my daughter and I were close, they would make a leap to break it.

- Sage and father, "the happiness of those recognized by Peen Vinegar" cannot be forgiven.

Unexpectedly, such words came to mind in Cinellaria's head.

All they ever do is get recognized by their fathers.

Admittedly, people are not particularly "smart" except for apricots.

It's just that Pean Vinegar personally took an interest in "the way the person is."

(Most importantly, just because my father-in-law was interested in me and I was recognized doesn't mean my life is gorgeous)

I have two sons over Apricot, but they are recognised as "grandchildren" but they were no more.

From Cinellaria's point of view - attention has been paid to them by their grandfather, Pean, on the same level as they would be aunts for their son, but not more.

And my sons love the "knowledgeable grandfather" too, but they don't try to ask for anything more.

My grandfather says he only plays when he has time, and he answers as many questions as he wants in a study sense.

My grandfather and two grandchildren wore the way they wanted each other to relate.

Whether the atmosphere is also created on the table or, in a sense, because they are both boys, in this conservative pattern of land, even if it is the most eye-catching, even though it is not strange, it was not made an enemy of wonder.

I don't know if that recoil, but there is something about "blinding" to Apricot that I feel obsessed with in a way.

The events of Apricot's first encounter with a traveler had also been discovered because they had persevered in their observation to ridicule the "lonely" girl.

Until then, to the presence recognised by Pean Vinegar - some pity that he is "jealous," the traveler sitting beside him rises when Cinellaria comes to mind.

"Well, Madam gave me Kaoru for the book, and I'm about to go."

"Really, be careful"

At first, Cinellaria's complexion was much better than when she caught Julian's "Angels and Boys" painting for me.

Cinellaria speaks to a mercenary who wraps up a sketch that is luggage.

"In about thirty days, I have plans to be able to talk to my children slowly."

If more than 30 days go by, the valley, which is still running but proud of Robrow, will be fully stained with red leaves.

And along the river plains, you can now do more flower paths by Autumn Cherry Blossoms than you can find in the courtyard.

The fall season festival is also busy in the Wang capital, but the dance of service to the Spirit, which takes place in the territory, takes place on the stage of the river plains stained with red leaves.

Only this season, even though it is a country lobster, has not lost any territory in terms of glamour and colour "

When I was just married, I remember my father-in-law speaking to me, dressed in the costume of a dance of service to the Spirit, smiling stepmother and deacon beside me, ni laughing at my new daughter.

I was impressed because my stepfather, who was not bound by things like winning or losing, said rarely and proudly that he was "unbeatable".

But after Karin pulled back, Pean stopped doing anything but participate and dance in the role of lord.

Still, the inhabitants were happy that the lords, who were "alive", appeared before them.

At a time when Apricot could still be called a "baby," Cinellaria also participated with her husband and two sons.

But perhaps the rumors spread by my sister-in-law - from the time I spread the story that Apricot resembles Karin, I begin to refrain from participating.

Then her husband also began to refrain from attending the festival together.

- The inhabitants are waiting because the "lords" of all the inhabitants.

The direct line of lords means that there are places where lords can be seen dancing in places that can also be called special seats, but the concept of "equality" begins to spread, the Prime Minister.

Even the van, which is said to inherit the trail, felt certain that the idea of a "special treatment" that could be seen as "monopolizing all lords" was out loud.

Sometimes, of course, my sisters get tickled at it.

- When it comes to my father's dance, I've watched enough to "remember" it.

- Besides, only Rock can take care of Pean Vinegar.

As far as the two sons are concerned, it seems that a "society of boys" is already in place, and children decide what to look around during the seasonal festival in the small country territory.

The older boy seemed to look around as a pull rate, and he knew both the van and Cinellaria where he grew up, so he wasn't worried about having no parents.

I hear the sisters in law have said a lot about it, but that's what my sons aren't dealing with.

So only during that festival can the three parents and children stay in the lord's residence.

Though there is still Martha at the sign for taking care of Karin and returning hungry lords, she never gets in the way of her parents' and children's time because she only cares about doing her part.

'At that time, I'm going to discuss it with my precious child, without feeling comfortable with anyone.

I'm going to sort that out by talking about it to my feelings.

So, what if, as the mercenary says, you don't have to get along with another angel, and now you don't blame anyone, but you're on your way. "

And I also wanted to be honest with you that I sometimes have a "inferiority" when it comes to magic that uses magic, even if I am a mother.

Never a bad apricot, but people are overwhelmingly swept by emotions as they live.

You're a smart kid, so even if you can't understand the feeling of "inferiority," you accept "there are people like that" in the sense of the word, and you understand that, as a "parent," you know.

"Oh, I hope so.

I come in the caravan regularly too, so if the picture book is finished, I want you to read it and let me know what you think, Madam.

Well, it'll still take a while. "

In exchange for such simple promises, the mercenary left the courtyard of the lord's residence.

Eventually, at a time when the caravan was travelling again, the support for what Cinellaria called the Fall Seasonal Festival was just beginning.

The festival's support is near the precinct - it takes place in Kawahara, where Apricot is practicing alone, so the girl is "refraining from practicing" or not looking.

(Are you practicing somewhere different?)

With that in mind, if the caravan left the gates of the barracks, I immediately found the girl.

I was able to confirm that I was staring intriguingly from the shadow of the great rocks of the river plain so that no one could find the stage for the seasonal festival's service.

(Although I don't attend festivals, I guess I'm still interested in these festivals because I'm a child)

- But at the next festival, "I have better things to do," the mercenary said in his chest, speaking to Apricot, then after Robrow.

And there was an authentic "autumn" season in the country called Selisanceum, and the whole country was daunting its feelings for a festival called Seasonal Festival.