Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

- Lord Apricot.

Dinfare, which was shaped to "discuss" with Netuark, unwittingly glares at the grinning apricot.

However, the stare was not so much hateful as hateful, I found it to come from the embarrassment of the "mucky" thing on the wise opponent, so I got sorry and said it in my mouth first, small and sorry.

A gaze other than Louis, who was in the state of the Lesser Named Ancient God by speaking out, gathered in the female lord who removed his mask and put together his ritual costume.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dinfare. But if that's how you're arguing -" The words make sense "from me, I'd be happy to."

"Oh, isn't it impossible for Lord Apricot to do that?"

"Yeah, that's the thing"

This explains to Ars and Louis that Netuark is an "old friend of the lord," so he behaves like a "natural" story flow between the two of them.

In fact, I can also understand what it's like for her to smile and laugh because Netourc in a state where she exchanges "blood contracts" and shares her memories has Apricot Vinegar's childhood memories.

"When the preconceived notion of a granddaughter with the face of the Lady of Lords who has a monopoly on the Lords" was in the past filling the territory.

What a young Apricot said, with his grandfather and butler - until he could take the "tying" of the ban, it was just the brother of the "traveler who was" sucked away ".

And the thing about that brother was, last night, "containment" was "containment" until the sage on the side untied the "mask" karaki.

- Let me "sink" under this mask and another "mask" so that your "precious feelings" are not tarnished. Leave me alone.

My beloved grandfather also gave his granddaughter a look of sorry and told her so.

Apricot, not knowing what would begin, was held by his father's van, but was slowly seated on a sleeping table in the middle of a secret base where he moved various conditionings, at the behest of a wise man, his father's "father".

I can't imagine from the plain appearance of the bedroom, surprised by the fuzzy softness and elasticity, but the girl didn't know what was going on "starting now" and if she leaned down, she saw Kelloyd's remaining hand.

And at that moment I remember my troubled face and the “ mother ” asking myself in a flat voice.

'Hey, Apricot. Don't you want a sister?

- I'm sorry.

On the sleeping table, the girl groans, covering the keloid, which appears to be after the painful burn marks, with another hand.

Without tears, the adults on the spot see the girl frightened by the "sin she has done".

And the lord ruling the land and his deacon made a vertical wrinkle between his eyebrows, and the deacon leaned over to the appearance that apologizing for "sorry" looked just like the woman they had protected more than they thought.

Just when I heard the obituary that Apricot had lost his "companion" who was supposed to have been in Cinellaria's womb, it is pathetically and terribly similar to the frightened Lady Lordship.

- Now, it might be more impossible not to look alike.

Deacon truly nodded slightly quietly at the words of the wise man overflowing with potpourring.

I feel guilty and carry my guilt on my own to a tragedy that I shouldn't have been able to do anything about.

No matter how many words of encouragement you convey, even if you don't say them and don't put them on the table, you've had "dark feelings". Blaming yourself can only be done by a girl with the same face and a wife.

- And I really had "that one word" in my mouth for Apricot because I thought it was "better not to have a girl born" than anything else.

"I don't need a sister"

'Cause if you were a girl and you were born like me, like Apricot Vinegar, your sister would feel like me.

Though I've met her, I don't even remember her face. Just because she looks like Karin Vinegar, the adults in the territory resent her. The days she gives me her gaze.

I just did what I was told myself, and I know I've been told many times in the shadows that I'm not cute, and I was told that being left alone is because Apricot has problems with himself.

And the people that Apricot is my father's sister watching his mother "recriminate without a choice" with a couscous and a disgusting laugh.

Because I don't see the happiness of that child in this place, even if the presence of a "sister" is born to be a woman in this face.

- Hey, does Miss Apricot have anything to do with your second grandson becoming a "shame"?

Normally, a tall man with a red scarf around his neck spoke to Russia and asked him what he could listen to.

Apricot found out it was directed at his grandfather, Pean Vinegar.

And the girl also received in the wind that the word blames Pean Vinegar for being a "friend" rather than an apricot.

- I, I didn't know.

Just like when he was a traveler's brother, Apricot accidentally pinched his mouth.

Though I'm used to being blamed, I can't stand being involved with someone I care about.

The man who listened to that voice and wrapped his red scarf crouched the same high body as his grandfather, kneeling down and putting his long arms around his sleeping table, gazing at the young apricot.

However, this person was felt carrying a tenderness that, unlike the atmosphere, was transmitted only by coming to the side to scold his daughter with pitiful eyes.

- What didn't Apricot know?.

I was asked with a gentle voice and words as I was feeling.

The question of how do you know my name does not arise in a girl.

Because anyone in this territory is spreading their name as "an apricot vinegar that looks just like Karin Vinegar, who monopolized the lord."

However, all the adults here say "one" because they know that no one is going to turn such a gaze on them, and the girl speaks of the fact that she could not tell anyone.

- I didn't know you had a baby in your mother's tummy.

All the adults on the spot will be stuck with this.

And the first person to open his mouth was your grandfather - Pean Vinegar.

- Julian, then, yes. "I," it is my responsibility that my second grandson did not show up in this world.

Let's keep it a secret until the life in the womb of the righteous daughter is "stable".

Thinking for Cinellaria and her grandchildren, who have become righteous daughters of such a lord without freedom and who are doing well with their sons, only four, except our own, knew the fact that life was growing.

If Apricot was a woman of her age, she would have "noticed my mother's anomaly" with enough insight to notice.

But the young girl just seemed like "Mother's in a good mood lately."

("If you can only assume bad results, I don't agree"... that's my way of thinking too.

And I remember telling Apricot. So it's my responsibility to influence you)

Everywhere, telepathies that convey the readiness of "grandfathers" to wear mud for their granddaughters were flown to a man staring at Apricot, who only wept.

If I had defended my granddaughter in words, I would have realized that would have led me to blame Apricot's heart.

Though - the girl succeeding Sage's "talent" even "picked it up" and read it and shook her neck small and sideways.

Seeing the whole thing, the man in the red scarf is to reassure the girl...

I imagined words, as a childhood familiar once taught me, to tell everyone in this secret base, who has a magical "talent" other than himself.

(... I wouldn't even think about blaming such a little girl.

Although I don't think about blaming her, it's a shame that this kid wasn't in a happy environment if he had a new life, more, sister or brother.

So, Pean, it's a shame you got caught in the fence, but you kept it a secret with the intent to put it behind you, which triggered the tragedy)

Then he exhales and stretches out the long arms he was putting together on the bedside, pomming and stroking the girl's head, opening her mouth that only gives a calm impression.

- Everyone here didn't fail to make an effort because I was "outside" of Robrow. I meant to see it.

I know, I can't tell you how arrogant I am to know.

But neither Pean, the lord, nor Locke, the butler, nor the van as lord's assistant, were praised and recognized in the liquor store.

In that, even if no one admits it and speaks it, the girl "worked hard" to do what she could.

- "Good luck," Apricot, even though it's small.

- Good luck.

That's it, the girl's words come together. I always wanted someone, admittedly, to say it.

But if you knew the girl's efforts, but you put them in your mouth, you couldn't put them in your mouth because you knew it would be the shackles of an apricot living in this "place".

The traveler's brother told me too, but he had the same eyes that knew “ hard working people ”.

Because it wasn't the only word that would admit Apricot.

I heard the words "Good luck," the girl stared at the man, her eyes rounded, and at the next moment, she frowned with her mouth open, creating a vertical zigzag on her forehead - crying out.

Wow, he cried like a child and hugged the man in the red scarf.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know.

- But if you're gonna be like me, 'cause I'm sure you're gonna feel sad.

- I'm glad I was born, I wish I wasn't born with both.

- Sometimes I wanted to disappear, but I couldn't either.

To the words of his granddaughter, "I want to disappear," the wise man makes a hard clench and bites his lips off.

- Eh.

- Sir...

In addition, his grandfather unfortunately bites his lips into his granddaughter's “ true figure ” who hugs and cries at a man who has just become a “ friend ”.

-... you mustn't do that.

That being said, the man in the red scarf, if he cuddled back, the girl whimpered even more.

"In a world like this, a little kid thinks" sister "and it breaks my heart so much.

I'm not asking you to forgive him, but think about it, "Eliphas." "

As the childhood familiar taught, he builds a wall in his heart so that no one can hear him, and the man speaks to his lover on his chest who was supposed to be a “ sister ”.

The man in the red scarf - Julian Zaheto - has lived closer to the “ Being ” than any other person in this world could ever come out of this world.

So I also knew the “ hope ” contained in the words that Wagamama might even hear that it ’ s better not to be alive in this world.

- Sage, but pitiful, I guess not, Pean Vinegar?.

- Dear Zahetto, your words are too much...

A wise man raised his hand before the butler tried to stop the guest, who still gently held the crying girl, but vomited words blaming his Lord.

- Again, that's the "right answer" that looks like it.

- Does your ear hurt, Sage?.

- No, it must be another testament to my friend to say "painful things" to my ear.

Apricot was still spitting out his feelings with “ childish ”, unwrapped words.

And the underlying idea was to try to break the "peace of mind" built around the corner in an effort to unnecessarily "fight" the other person if it was enough to disturb his mind.

Then, once again, the girl cried.

Until then, I have spent time in this realm of remorse, even though I knew wisely that I was "unreasonable".

Finally, the loneliness and sadness after the traveler who saw me as an apricot left without doing his thing "Karin Vinegar".

These days, I have had no choice but to scold myself every time I see him in public, but the guilt of decisively hurting my really sweet, loving mother and burying my sister.

I push all those feelings into my little body, clouding them, and now I weep to push them out of my body.

I never cried like this before - it was, in a way, the girl's will that I couldn't cry.

By looking at my crying face, I knew there was a guy who laughed joyfully.

So I was patient.

[- But the little, young body is at its limit in order to have a "fight".

I need your help to help me with that.

So that Apricot can continue to fight and live in this land with that little body through his own will.

As it is, I really can't believe people when they are able to "leave" the land.

And I also miss grasping the edge of meeting my loved ones]

I know you believe in people, but don't you have to fight them?

It became the ashes of the bonfire, that's what it said in the letter asking for help, but seeing how the girl cried, though she thought so, without having to fight such a small child, Julian figured it out.

She is hurt and saddened by all sorts of things, and regrets and repents for tormenting her mother and sister - but even now she is crying "angry".

[Don't even try, just feel jealous because you can't do it, trying to drag someone down who tries to get up, a society that hustles over peace.

By dragging it down, I really don't like the air when I say it's equal, so I don't make strong self-assertions, but I never try to hide what I can do.

By analogy, even if it slowly exhausts one's mind, distracts the hearts of the people of a land called Robrow, Apricot will not try to stop it]

As a "grandfather," the letter overflowed with words based on my granddaughter's temperament.

However, Julian secretly remembered someone she missed by meeting the actual apricot with the words that describe her granddaughter.

"Me too, stay in the battalion!

Trenia Bubaldia.

This woman, who became the Mother of the Nation, was also angry and chose not to be flushed, but to fight. "Strong people".

With purple eyes, she was angry at the people and at her, making her mind obsolete spending her daily life with the leaning country.

Angry with trivialities, always ultimately powerless, the "children" were really sad, yet angry, to be the victims.

But it took advantage of the child-familiar Gloriosa, where the country was so "geared" and the satirical girlfriend had the power and "right" to make it right.

"Don't tell me, keep it. Gloriosa would be hurt if she heard she had used herself."

Only to the ″ gentle Julian ″, as he repented, Trenia said in the first days of the deciding army.

(I think Gloriosa would be thrilled to just be used by Trenia.)

However, I left her wanting to be "sorry."

She is a strong person, so she was avoiding as much as possible involving her loved ones in things that were out of her control by herself.

Because I thought it was good for her to have someone to put it out in her mouth and tell her, using it - wanting help, cooperating.

Remembering that, loosening her expression, the girl holding him tight felt the soft atmosphere, giving her a face filled with tears.

Then, with the tears, of course, she was dripping, and Julian smiled even though she panicked like a "girl" here.

Behind you, there were signs that the butler would move, but both the mercenary and the wise would raise their hands to stop it.

- Ma'am (Floyline) - Apricot, if you like.

Once, the mercenary offered a handkerchief who gently inhaled the girl's mother's tears.

The girl was small, said thanks, received a handkerchief and wiped tears wet all over her face.

- You can wipe it.

With that said, I blushed my cheeks just a little bit.

This time, "Eliphas" is being delivered with a gun to the holster on his chest.

Honestly, I can't think of anything after this for Julian, who can't use magic.

But using one page ″ of a magical picture book, the art of fighting is performed by the hands of a wise man, who is also his grandfather, so that this girl, while this young body, lives ″ in this place.

- Apricot doesn't hate "fighting in this place", does he?.

The girl looks up, taking off a handkerchief who smoked quite a few tears that were on her face at the words of fighting.

- Fight... is what I've done seen in the way that I've been fighting?

The girl asks Julian with certainty of language, unsuitable for the age at which the state has just gained the "right to attend school" given to children all over the country.

Until earlier, it even seemed like a lie to me that I was showing an age-appropriate cry.

The witty appearance reminds Julian of a colorful boy who still admired the existence of a wise man.

However, it seems certain that a boy and a girl very similar to each other are still "children", and the mercenary has not forgotten that Netsuruk vomited on the lives of those forced to take them, and Apricot swallowed and cried on the lives of the interrupted ones.

So Julian continues the conversation with the child in mind.

- Oh, that's what it looked like to me, Floyline. Once upon a time, the Mother of the Nation of this country, Mr. Trenia, was the same as when he joined the determinants.

- "You don't have to tell me there's something wrong around you, but you never deny the feelings you've questioned." Is that the former queen's word?

As soon as he puts out the name Trenia, Julian laughs bitterly at the wit of the girl who cuts back on her words.

(… Has your granddaughter read or fished for a recently codified book on the history of the country?)

(That's because she's a granddaughter who looks like Pean Vinegar.)

If a mercenary has supported the wording of telepathy in a manner he is accustomed to, the wise man immediately picks it up and returns a proud reply to read.

Julian felt greatly nostalgic for this feeling of "If you hit it, it sounds", and Pean was reminiscent of the analogy of "Alan's breath".

[If we had the right edge to continue to meet, would we have been "best friends" who would just fight about beating each other up]

With the walls of each other's minds up, even though we think about it, we now move forward in time for the "Apricot".

- Can Floyline let me know if it's a good idea to question what and be angry about what?.

This presumably "grandfather's friend" Boogeyman is watching over Apricot as a certain "child" and listening to me for some reason.

The girl who understood it opens her little lips to say words she had not thought about before but hesitated to say.

- It is doubtful why, in the saga of tranquillity, the people of this territory, no, and possibly the whole country, are about to be wrapped up in strange equality, even though they also describe the norms of morality (morality) and love in their stories and religious scriptures.

- I also think that the goddess of the earth, who led this world together, goes against the teachings of giving the grace to those who spare no effort to the form in which they were.

-... right.

Hardly, the mercenary, who was able to absorb everything the girl tried to say, replies in three letters with a final thought.

The girl also gave a reassuring expression that (perhaps) her grandfather's friend had reacted to what she called "doubts," although the words were short, and did not have an offensive look as a "busy child" as an adult in the territory.

"If you're an adult, you wonder, think about it."

With that being said, even though Netsuruk had come to all that "the raw demon of man", he didn't say anything about questioning it.

(Really, Pean Vinegar, no, that's a childish statement expected of a wise man)

If you set up words that are as easy to pick up as you did earlier on, telepathy can be used, then a wise man will return the words quickly.

(Yeah, that's right. That's why I think there are parts of being "alone" that have no choice.

So, Apricot knows "it."

If we don't make a distinction, not discrimination, then society is...)

- Sir, Dear Zahetto, I'm afraid there are some muscles starting to uneven, and for those in this room, the conversation between the two of you is in a state of sluggishness for not putting up a "wall".

In the form of accidents, when the butler pinches the words and the lord and mercenary look at each other, after the girl's father laughs unconsciously, the girl also laughs with a face that leaves traces of tears.

To the girl who laughs in front of her, Eliphas on her chest is "laughing in the Autumn Cherry Blossom Fields" - again, overlapping the girl who can't be seen.

- Apricot wasn't hard alone, was he?.

To this word, the girl nodded small thinking that she still understood her grandfather's best friend.

- Yes, it wasn't hard to be alone.

- But I didn't like that idea of equality, "I should look hurt because I'm alone".

I say things fine with my mouth, but sometimes a girl has been exposed to words that can also be violent.

- "I" couldn't help but feel depressed about my gaze and thoughts, but I couldn't hurt my heart that much by myself.

I can't tell a girl that it's easy to be alone after the "time not alone", the experience I had with my traveler brother, learned the beauty of "time spent with loved ones".

However, the girl's efforts to avoid "hurting" and "getting involved" in malicious words were not relaxed.

And I won't be hurt much by what I avoided.

However, the "mold" that came in from it also putrefied the wound on the young soft mind, which did not yet have immunity from the experience of creating a slight sweep wound that was inevitable and "ignoring" it.

Although Apricot herself said she was fine, her grandfather, a senior in the situation, was anticipating the congestion of her granddaughter.

I also found that if I let it go, I would "take my life".

But the mind is the same as the body, and it can't be big or strong.

But it still won't come true that "young Apricot" will leave this place.

And the girl keeps fighting - she doesn't "give up" on walking in this place.

The mercenary, who also felt it, ended the question "Was it hard to be alone?" here.

- Then Apricot. It was just a little hard to be "worried" because I resemble the weak Karin Vinegar... rather than "sorry"?.

If Julian asked in her mouth what seemed hard to say, the girl nodded small as she troubled the smiling face.

To its snort, a "shadow" standing beside the lord of this land grips his gloved hand, and the sound of the cloth rubbing is small and echoes the secret base.

While the girl notices it, she closes her lid hard once and tells her grandfather's friend how she feels about Apricot, as she has decided to do.

- I'm not hurt. But I don't know if you think the adults in the realm would feel "hurt" most of the time if they let their faces down, but I stopped saying anything more.

- Then I thought it might be a good idea to pretend to be hurt.

That said, I hit the young girl in the face with my eyes closed with the little right hand with the keloid.

- But it's going to hurt someone who really cares about my grandmother, Karin Vinegar.

Though it's not really hurting, it's just as good for the people who care about Karin Vinegar and love her to make her face look blameworthy and spoiled as it feels for them to trample.

I'm really, really sorry that I even made you feel sad about being hurt.

- My grandmother... and I, maybe not so bad, were suppressed by such distorted (snoring) "equality".

♪ Lord of all ♪

Ask for a "lord" other than the time my grandfather has to do his "lord's work".

I can expose myself to "Pean Vinegar," my only mate and time to be on my side like a shadow are also trying to covet away in equality.

After I put the big, hot, angry feelings into words

(So, if my face looked a little like my mother's...)

♪ Don't leave it in the words ♪

The girl put that feeling on telepathy and told the "adults who listen" who are here.

Then if I slowly opened my eyes, I would shed a "last" tear and stare at my grandfather's friend.

- Where should I be with the real "Apricot Vinegar"?.

- Here, can I stay "fighting" in this look?.

It was supposed to be the words of a little young girl, but it also sounded like the lament and prayer of a little goddess who couldn't find a place.

Strong, caring, smart.

There are too many shackles for young people who are blamed for replacing the "strengths" part with "weaknesses" and still give up.

To make it easier for Apricot to fight - to "live"

I can't study, but with a mind turning, the mercenary thinks.

(I hope the girl doesn't make you aware of Karin Vinegar. And it would be great if you could still "shut up")

(That's what I'll say. And for that, Julian's "use the power of magic books")

Sage tells cleverly, only telepathically to Julian.

- Here, if you're ready to fight "alone," but you don't have to worry about it rather than involve the people you care about, that's why Floyline is the best, right?

In view of the sage's opinion and choosing the words, the mercenary asked the girl.

- Yes, I'm not afraid to fight in "solo".

Without hurting the feelings of those who care about Karin Vinegar, if you have a place in your hands where you can fight as an Apricot Vinegar, you can fight even if it seems hard.

- Okay.

After the mercenary nodded so, he lowered the long arm he was holding the girl in his arms and reached into his own pocket.

Apricot stared unexpectedly as someone dressed as much as his grandfather did, and the cape that was wrapped was very similar to what the traveler's brother wore if he saw it again.

And before the hand gets in, find the “ weapon ” that the girl has never seen.

You've never seen it before, but the iron gun-shaped objects in the tanned skin case there are strange and the girl - I can tell Apricot is a weapon.

The mercenary, whose eyes seemed to melt green into the girl's black, noticed him staring at his weapon, grinned and stroked the weapon with his nostalgic hand.

- Oh, even a smart, study-loving apricot, you've never seen "Koitz," which is my only weapon that can't use magic, called "Gun."

- Guns?.

- - - Aaaaaaaan......

Apologizing to Dinfare, Netuark and Apricot, both of whom were digging up "buried hardened memories" under their masks, simultaneously turn their bodies in the direction of "West" shortly thereafter.

"... this sound!

Grandor, who is most familiar with the “ gunfire ”, makes his successful mouth a form of anxiety and utters words.

West of Sekiguchi, of course, is Robrow.

For the ritual of dredging, most of the inhabitants who become manoeuvres - the main "male hands" - are near the barracks.

Women and children should be in every home in the realm in case there should be a ritual that invites, holds, and asks for help from the great gods.

Lord Netsuruk.

"... don't worry, apparently, he's coming this way."

To the call from Dinfare, to the sound of the shooting with the "silencer" off. This time the "conductor" makes clear, taking the arm he's been putting together, raising his right hand and overlapping his thumb and middle finger.

"Excuse me. Um, I mean him..."

The female knight was followed by a new soldier from the escort one step ahead.

Although Netuark isn't giving out his name, if this conductor were to describe it that way, all I can think of is the youth who came here and became “ friends ”.

However, he was supposed to be escorting his own brother and his sister, Lily, "Ars Trad", to the secret base of the former Lordship's mansion on the hill.

And surprisingly clouds the empty eyes with the sound of a weapon that says it's the first gun in your ear that's been born.

"Surely the power of the weapons Stu deals with is something that also outweighs magic, right?

The fact that the weapon was used, Lily... is my sisters okay?

"Ars is right. Besides, if you used that weapon, would you be a substitute for hearing the bursting sound so far away?

Assuming you were on your side, would it be okay to use it up close, including your brother the escort?!

The thing about Lily is that she can use it. The thing about Ato, whose atmosphere is somewhat similar to that of the Lord, Dinfale worries, leaves one step ahead just like Ars, carves a vertical wrinkle between her beautiful brows, and stares at the conductor.

The black cat on the chest is also felt by Ars, sounding anxious.

"Ahhhhhhh, I repeat," no worries ".

Whatever, Stu, you've already left a few guns behind. "

"Huh!?

"What?!

"Nha!!

Two and one were stunningly surprised, the very satisfied conductor, Netourk the Wise, the moment Nii and I raised the edge of our mouth,

"Well, that's going to keep me worried about a lot of things, so I'm going to be" disrespectful "to do it quickly to" withdraw "from here, but forgive me."

middle finger and the wound plays the new thumb vigorously and patchy.

In the meantime, the golden frog of the user demon, who had become a strange and quiet adult since the ritual of dredging on the shoulder of Netsuerk, was instantly moving to the side of Louis, now in the state of “ Lesser Named Ancient God ”.

"Dear McGaffin - No," Grandor. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to be in a hurry with Choi.

"Jump" Louis "to the other side" and follow it. "

With the suffix he has always worn as his last name (Suzubi, "Mr." or "Dear"), and despite the narrative, Netuark gives instructions to a big brown man dressed in a ritual costume, as he also speaks to his old-fashioned friends.

Without hesitation in its instructions, Grandor pulled out his favorite weapon, once again in the western direction, which he was delivering to his sheath with his earth-colored eyes pointed.

"Whoa, okay. Wow. Shawn Ancient God, no, Louis," Come! ""

The boy who is "prioritizing" the Shaw-named Ancient God also reacts with Pickle to the word Grandor urges his disciples, where Apricot raises his hand.

"Oh, wait a minute.

Perhaps we should open up a little bit more distance and have momentum for "Louis, you" as well to give us a "flying distance".

And let's make it easier to jump, it'll be a long way to "somewhere else."

In the words of that apricot, Grandor strokes the bearded jaw with the hand of the hand of the hand of those who are not holding the great sword, gazing upwards as he recalls.

Then he narrowed his eyes, looked over his shoulder at the lined apricots and Louis, and gazed and witnessed toward the river that had undergone the dredging.

"... Hum, I did the same thing when I used to do something similar in Alsen ″. Okay, let's obey."

When I say that, I put the Peak of the Great Sword on my shoulder until I was on the opposite stage of the river, and then I walked away with my feet in grass.

When Apricot sees it, he moves his gaze with chillary, and now Louis - this one, without pulling out his favorite dagger, puts a stubborn user demon on his shoulder and walks techie with his foot in grass on the other side.

"Uh, and you should leave the front of Lord McGaffin and the vicinity you're about to use empty."

If he turned his gaze to Chirali and the conductor, the man with the coloured hair nodded as he put his arms together.

"Really, I have to stay" here "to go, so then, Ars, you and Dinfare...... Dear

And should we move the kitten to the entrance to the stage? "

Netsuruk, with a loving but seemingly plotting grin, loosened his arms and pushed the two knights and one kitten toward him when he was on stage, showing him his big hands, to move.

"- So, may I, Lord McGaffin?"

With that said, Apricot is glued to relax his arms as he stands in the center of the stage.

"Right, yeah, it might as well be the same as before." Avoid "as soon as" after you fly ", and" continue ".

Well, I think it would be easier for you to be the equivalent of Netsuark. "

"Well, that's what I'm talking about"

Two escort knights and a kitten watch the lord of this land, Grandor, Louis, and himself "stepping stone," silently, the conductor laughing.

With his successful neck on his sword, Grandor spins, and Louis is exercising more flexion after jumping with Piong Piong to unravel his whole body, albeit in the state of the Shaw-named Ancient God.

"Well, I don't know, some kind of exercise, but it sounds like we're going to start."

When Ars honestly gave his thoughts of seeing the behavior of the three parties, Dinfare nodded silently in tune, and the conductor laughed.

"Um, that's delicious, Mr. Ars. Oh, Lord Apricot also recommends flexion.

He's gonna be on his knees pretty good, so hey. "

I get a mild reply to the lord who is spinning his hips, if Netsuruk speaks that way, ok ok - ok.

Nicholy to the lord's reply, the conductor opens his mouth to the boy who said his honest thoughts.

"" Exercise, "it's a healthy expression of what you really are, Ars.

But perhaps it's better to describe it as stage art (acrobatics) than as exercise. "

Next to Netsuruk speaking with pleasure, the words "like old times" and "in Alsen old days" reminded the female knight of an event that the "old" respected woman spoke with pleasure.

"... shouldn't Lord Apricot's role, Lord Commander, be replaced?

"- No, the" receiver "is for the little one.

Besides, Grandor would be easier to do, just like last time.

And I can't go without staying.

"Cheng Cheng... I've only heard about it, but you're really going to do something like stage art"

Dinfare apparently figured out what he was going to do, and he looks at a man who's a little taller than he is.

Als looked a little more complicated than only those two knew.

The same was true in the courtyard of the Lords' Mansion, but both Netuark and Dinfare seem to be very attached to each other, trusting each other.

I have a past I've been spending time with you building "trust," which I envied the boy.

"... What was the Commander doing when the three of you were doing this last time?

"No, forgive me, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The conductor laughed and Dinfare breathed out of his nose even smaller.

(Sounds like fun...)

Now, if I could talk to Louis, maybe I could empathize, but the boy's still not going to get back to his usual mess for the "ritual".

On the side of that Ars, Grandor was remembering his best friend, who had just tasted and become his best friend, who should now be alone and at rest in the Lordship's residence.

I really remember that for a long time in my relationship, when I was involved with Netuark, the junior who had just become my best friend when I was there was alienated and reluctant and had an uncomfortable look on his face.

(Even though I said "never mind," because this is all "used to")

I don't know what happens after this ″, but when it's all over, I'm sure Ars will tell Arsen from himself and let his best friend relieve his adorable goddaughter's anxiety.

I know it's been a pleasure for my best friend these days to be able to treat Ars as a "brother" for always being dissatisfied with being treated younger.

Okay, I'll make sure that happens soon.

"- I don't know how to run out of time, but the conductor's words say," Let's start finishing the end of the stripping. "

If that's what you called it, Apricot nodded and looked up, and if you saw Louis, the boy nodded with no expression.

Netsuruk and Dinfare once shut their mouths, the black kitten is made of the chest of a Utslautsura and a female knight.

As Grandor begins the ritual finish, he gently lifts the mouthless sword with one arm and opens his grassy feet just shoulder-width apart.

And with his shoulders and arms with the great sword horizontally, by stripping their cuttings, he scrapes the bottom of the water at both ends of the gorge of Robrow, turning his soil toward the heap of raised dirt and sand, and gently rubs his shoulders with his empty hands.

(... That's what Grandor-sama does)

- I don't know because I don't have any experience.

I was looking at Ars in a similar way, but if I saw the structure (form) of Grandor while dressed in a ritual costume, I instantly dived into the shadows.

(Eh, what is this...)

I did it at a very young age in a church that is an orphanage, and in a tool store that I took care of after Alsen picked me up, the employees there invited me over lunch break to do it.

"Grandor, don't you have to do" bareback "?

"Bareback?!...?!?

The newbie soldier reacted, speaking unexpectedly to Netuk's words.

Until now, he was overflowing with envy for the “ adults ” who shared a time he didn ’ t know, but hearing words familiar to Russia, Ars accidentally compared the colored and brown men.

And Netsurk's phrase, "The Receiver" is for the Little One, "which I was listening to because I didn't know why earlier, also did listen to my mentor Arsen when I was in gym class at the military school.

Plus I can recall the word of the lord who doesn't know why but the keloid has healed, "Let's Fly Distance", and I can wolf again.

The magic was utterly talentless. The boy repeatedly blinks violently in his empty eyes, in a discipline he tapped into to make up for it, where acquired knowledge and physical education classes coincide with considerable momentum.

(Oh, but then it's like those two competitions merged... because, uh, so what's the role of "Louis you"?)

In his head, Ars thought about the competition (sport) that comes to mind when he hears the words "Flight Distance" and "Receiver", and then thinking about the role Louis plays in it, he now tries again the three people lined up in a straight line to the stage.

I can't believe Master Arsen did what you're about to do.

If the imagination of a new soldier is "right answer," then you say it's too bold - there's too little clapping.

"Whatever you do, your shoulders are warm enough with the" Kagura Dance "just now.

And I don't mean because I'm not throwing. Let's go back to the Lords' mansion. "

"- Oh, so is that. Well, Lord Apricot, when you're ready to fly your mind, body and Louis, give me your signal."

This time silently, the lord waved to the conductor and Grandor, to concentrate, or to breathe deeply and close his eyes once and painfully open.

"I'm going! Louis, come on!

At the moment Apricot drops his hips and this one also stands, he puts on his shoulder a user demon that has become a long-standing (Tagangu), kicks the stage and in a mild condition, Louis, who became the god of the Shaw-name Ancient Na, goes in a straight line.

(Oh, I knew it!)

I dared to ignore (thru) Ars' wolfish voice and was starting to move when I started "finishing".

Louis steps in and jumps at a good distance in front of Apricot, who drops his hips and waits with his hands together.

And the foot of the boy wearing the grass fits soundlessly where space is only available for the "one-legged portion" of Apricot's combined hands, just Louis.

The next moment I thought Apricot and Louis' body seemed to sink at the same time slowly, only Louis' body jumped high with the "receiver" pushing force.

Instead of just jumping "directly up" in a straight line, Grandor - draw a parabola high in the direction of the person who will be the "batter".

And if we reached the top of the parabola (please) that would make us unable to oppose the "gravity" that would attract us to the earth, the boy's body turned positively in the universe.

"I need to get a flying distance, but if" fly "passes, I need to drop it in just the right place -"

Just as Louis is circling the Krulli, Grandor grips the pattern of his great sword with his two hands, slightly lowering his hips and turning the Great Sword Peak towards the boy, saying that.

"I know Grandor's a tough hitter, and I'm listening to him, so I'll drop him at an affordable price for flying too much."

When Netuark stood up to play his finger again, Louis slowed down from the tip of his toenail to the Grandor in a "kick and kick" procedure.

"Oh, come on."

With the scorching brown eyes of the earth, Grandor looks to Louis as he slowly accelerates down.

Listening to those adult conversations with incredible feelings - in a sense, feeling like he was even dreaming in "daydreaming," Ars stared at Louis falling into the Grandor's nostrils as if he were sucked in with empty eyes.

"- Attract well, then."

A low "good voice" that sounds serene, but reaches Ars's ear, is far from serenity for the expression that spits out the word.

Grandor raises the edge of his mouth and laughs, becoming a wildly stained sharp and rugged sight for a man, admired as a "good man" by the people of all over the country.

If it was the "blade" rather than the Great Sword Peak that was pointing at Louis, he was full of "temper" enough to break the boy he was trying to "son".

Neither is reluctant, even if there is the same, overwhelming difference between the Kagura dance earlier.

And Grandor, who gouges up the edge of his mouth. On that face, Ars felt the same thing as the person beside him.

"Difficult."

″ Oh, my God. ″

″ We have to do something about it ″

Even though I don't mind talking about it, there are places where I "enjoy" things that I shouldn't if I don't carry "heavy loads" or "responsibilities" or "readiness".

(Mr. Netuark and Mr. Grandor have something to go through)

As soon as Ars thought of it, Grandor's sword swings to fly Louis to his "target" location - swinging from bottom to top.

Just as the "swing" of the Great Sword descended to the bottom, and the upper swing was about to come into contact with the soles of Louis' grass shoes and the Grandor's sword peak.

From the point of contact, the boy's body, wrapped around the ritual costume, bows round so as to assimilate the force he had until now headed for the “ fall ” with the orientation of the force about to bounce off the bounce of the Great Sword.

With the boy bowing round, just as the Great Sword captured the most bouncing point (point) of the competition (sport), the Grandor of the "batter" grabbed the feeling, while at the same time opening his mouth with both ends raised.

"Whoa, whoa!

To the roar of the beast-like Grandor, Ars and Kitten, other than Apricot, who knew by peeking into the memories of Netuark and Dinfare, and the “ Sage ”, were magnificently surprised.

With the roar, I can put in the power to push Louis' body up towards his destination all at once.

……

And it was the same with "Louis" that I was savoring the feeling of grabbing a dot (point).

While silent under the influence of the “ Lesser Named Ancient God ”, I feel the power to sharpen my eyes just like Grandor, behind my feet - - to try to dial an “ overwhelming ” self through the grass, with the voice of my “ stepfather ”.

To avoid wasting any of its power, bend and absorb your knees like a spring, and "ride" on the force that the Great Sword pushes up as it is.

The wonder and the moment seemed to the “ escort knights ” who refrain at the entrance of the stage like a slow motion.

- I don't know if it fits.

Even though it should be a really limited and short time width, the sound of pattiness sounds familiar already at the same time as Netuk's voice sounds on the stage, like piercing a small part of that time brilliantly at the tip of a needle.

"Shall we make a new kingdom by combining the power of God Shaw-name and His Majesty the Great?"

The sound played disappeared, along with the conductor's proclamation, "Shaw-named Ancient God" and "Louis" became familiar, and the boy's eyes opened.

He nipped out his trademark octagonal tooth and grabbed the song knife dagger on his hip before "riding" on the summit of his father-in-law's sword and shaking it up.

"- Fly, Louis!

"Leave it to me, Osama!

The power of the exotic God synergized.