Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"- Fly, Louis!

"Leave it to me, Osama!

The power of the exotic God synergizes.

Above the summit of the Great Sword, where his life waved, he rode the waves of his power, and the boy stretched his legs and body bent to further increase the "distance of flight".

Louis himself and the exotic divine trait of the lesser-named Ancient God, in the form of a brilliantly overlapping and rising slope, jumped.

The moment I fly, I grab the two crooked knives and spread those two arms I was pulling out.

The "sleeve" part of the white outfit worn for the ritual swells into the wind, and the "person" looking up from the bottom is reminded of a large white bird that is spreading its wings just against the wind.

In a cloudy sky, flying white and glowing, even looked fantastic.

Shortly thereafter, the aftermath of the wave of air strokes the cheeks of the Ars, who are feeling like an audience of the two "stage arts" of their eventual "parents and children" mentors.

"- Wow."

No, Mr. Ars, this is the climax.

To a boy who leaks his thoughts in unintentional ways, like hitchhiking in the aftermath wind, a floating voice of the conductor's colored man reaches Ars' ear, while now a vibration is transmitted at his feet.

"" Continue "!"

With Grandor stripping his sword, he was beginning to walk in a straight line toward a river with dirt and sand piled up by stripping the stage.

At the time of the kamikaze dance, the stepping of the leg, which was a powerful stepping stone, is not felt, a refreshing motion, rushing to the front.

If Louis looked like a white bird, Grandor looked like a white beast to be sprayed with a successful limb.

Even while the white beast was walking, the white bird was flying through a cloudy universe - inflating the air on his sleeve.

"Now it's time for the White Bird to find an olive or olive-growing land and come down."

"Oh, the olives and the olives are separate, Lord Netsuerk."

"Wow?!

It was viewed as stage art, so (sorry) I completely forgot, an apricot that acted as a "receiver" came directly next to Ars at some point.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

"Well, there's nothing we can do about" this "because we recognize it as" false "in the world."

When the conductor and lord have finished such a conversation, Grandor kicks and jumps at the bottom of the grass during the stage.

"Now, Shaw-named Guna God, we need to build the foundations first, small, and" find "the earth."

Flew by Grandor, Louis had already crossed the stage and the fence dividing the rivers and streets of Lobrow, reaching above the piled dirt sand.

Pull in the laugh lightly, and if Netuark played his pussy and finger, he also looked like a white bird with wings in cloudy weather, Louis' skies pause perfectly.

Despite a sudden stop, without any haste, the boy twists himself in space with a song knife in his hands, raising his hands and striking a brilliant balance.

And from the toe with the grass on it - it falls off.

But Ars feels uncomfortable with the expression in himself that the way it falls falls.

No, Louis, you're not going down.

The sleeves of the white outfit for the ritual also seemed to be spreading fuzzily this time accepting the wind to descend.

"Nyah."

"Oh, yeah. That one's" down. "

If you put the words of Kitten and Dinfare in your ear, which is in the back across the tall conductor, Ars also nodded when he saw the "coming down" boy.

- The use of heaven is about to go down.

Beyond stage art, he seems to be watching some kind of tale, which delays Ars' heart from watching two exotic gods "nation-building.

I thought the Kamikaze dance earlier was amazing, but I had a strong admiration for the boy who had no connection to magic, who, after the trust of Grandor and Louis, was doing it with "power" that harnessed his traits.

- If this way, even if there was a "difference" that we couldn't cross, admittedly, and just make up for where we couldn't, [the world]...

(- So, what's "I" thinking?)

Als blushes at Russia with a kaaaaaa for thinking of things like "too embarrassing" to put out in his mouth, but the conductor who is just pinching him - the wise man and the lord had noticed, but I will leave him alone here.

"Sage" had decided to hang out with the nasty "edge" the boy had, so that he wouldn't regret it, and

"The lord" was faceless when he heard from his sister that some people, no matter how smiling, felt uncomfortable if they laughed.

- And I'm starting to set my mind on "the battle after this" with all my feelings.

- First, give me a place to fight.

"I command you as Shawname Ancient God, Divine Nest God of Japan (Kamimsubi), and make the earth even for your destiny to descend."

"" Okay "!"

Even in use, in a tone like that of a lad whose parents asked him to "use", "Yanchan Boy", who perfectly responded with the Shaw-named Guna God, replies vigorously to the instructions of the Divine Nest Japanese God - Apricot.

Then, like a bird descending with large wings spread, he descends with wind all over his body and sleeves in the wind.

Under his eyes, a mountain of dirt and sand is rapidly approaching, piled up like the top of a mountain by stripping.

"Give me your strength." "Shaw-named Guna God." "

Unlike the reply to Apricot, in his mouth, to God who is now himself, Louis speaks.

To be honest, Louis had managed to take the "power of God" as a god too big for his body, the "vessel".

Only the fact that "I feel comfortable with this God" gradually resonates (synchronously) while dancing kamikaze. I know, and because of this, there are aspects of the less famous Gouna God that "fits" better.

And as Louis adores Grandor as his father and brother adore Grandor, he also finds that the Shaw-named Ancient God admires his precious life.

So, even shortly after the dance, Louis thought he could put out the "self" part, but he realized that in his "vessel", a boy named Konagami was also "frightened".

- What's wrong with you?

At the end of the kamikaze dance, the flesh spoke to the "evil boy" who looked very much like himself while performing "service" to both Grandor, and Louis spoke to the god of the lesser namesake "in the vessel".

- I'm scared.

- What is it?

Two Louis, dressed in exotic divine costumes and imitating Grandor costumes, confront each other.

- "I'm afraid of being betrayed", I'm afraid.

- Who betrayed you?

Louis immediately asks back to the word of the Shaw-named Ancient God.

- I wasn't betrayed.

- Then who was betrayed?

However, at the point where "Louis" was wearing the costume of an exotic God to the effect that he was not afraid to be betrayed himself, the boy perceived what Shaw-name Guna God was saying.

- You mean someone betrays Osama for you?

- When I can't help you anymore, I'm betrayed.

For what he could not do with his own strength, a god named Shauna Kuna was frightened.

- Had it not been for Takanoku and Kuyeonggu, I wouldn't have made it out into this world, but if it wasn't for my preciousness that you noticed "Shaw-named Ancient God," I wouldn't have been "me."

- Yeah, I know "I" around there.

Osama - If Grandor couldn't find me, I don't even have the name "Louis," and I even feel like I was finishing my life before the current year without anyone remembering me in this world.

Before Grandor picked him up, the boy was just there as a "watchdog" in a liquor store like a hoax, run by an exotic blue-haired merchant when he found out.

The owner, the blue-haired merchant, had a boy who was not named a wonder and was the only one around to call him a "wild monkey" in a different way, which was too rough to describe properly.

By the time I got my mind on it, I was eating rice there, grabbing the little "blunt" knife given to me by the merchant, slaughtering and driving away the tavern rough with skill.

Two years before Grandor picked me up, I had no idea back then, but the guy the merchant had entrusted with running the liquor store caused a "scandal," and there was some kind of feud, and Louis could be helped by the merchant where his life was spicy to beat the crap out of him.

Grandor came where the merchant was holding Louis, wearing similar clothing to military uniforms he had never seen since then, although he still did not know how.

I only remember Grandor having a conversation while the blue haired merchant put the cure on the "wild monkey" in his vain consciousness.

-... Hyaha, isn't this "Lord Grandor McGaffin, the big farmer? Or today.

- That kid, what are you going to do?

Ask to block the merchant's words, not answer questions, and intimidate the merchant with Grandor's low, heavy voice.

- No, he's already a dying wild monkey, but he was carrying something funny, so he just kept it.

As soon as I said that, the moment I thought I was infused with the healing technique with the merchant's natural magic, I was thrown towards Grandor, a body that was just a little boy yet.

- Cool!?

Grandor grabs a body like a "wild monkey" thrown in a way with one arm.

Because he was thrown by a "hateful" opponent, he grabbed the edge of the trousers he was wearing in a rather abusive way so that his wild monkey body wouldn't clash to the ground.

But I could have done something that I wouldn't accept.

Only the "wild monkey" could tell that the blue-haired merchant breathed a small sigh of relief into "Grandor McGaffin, who had taken it, even the one thrown at him by his truly hateful opponent.

And they sent the word "goodbye" unilaterally.

(... good health, "wild monkey," that person will make you "decent")

(... Mr. Sequin?)

A cheerful merchant at all times taught me to read letters alone, only occasionally at random, and to teach me swordsmanship that goes round and round without killing people as hard as possible.

- Hyaha, the real name of "Wild Monkey" is inscribed at the base of "Bear".

- What?.

That said, the blue-haired merchant stood up and wore a long hat of his favorite tweezer, and rattled the Abacus (Soba) he was raising from his neck.

And in a playful move, I picked up a long coat of my own to pull the curtain toward Grandor.

- It's a wild monkey loyal to the "clan saved in time," later as the Great Farmer's will. Let me help you.

- Wait, sequins, then this kid, "where" picked it up?!.

Not answering Grandor's voice, the merchant turns his back and rushes out.

Trying to chase him, Grandor's body immediately stayed as a victory.

- Goodbye.

- Shit!.

As soon as we found out there was a smokescreen bullet scattering sparks where merchants had been until earlier, the smokescreen spread with loud sounds with a dong of ground, and the "wild monkey" was now perfectly sheltered by Grandor's large body.

And since then, the wild monkeys have not met any merchants.

In that way, the boy, without even a name, was taken by Grandor, who was also called a good man and a hero in that country.

First he was handled for wounds, and finally he was healed, or the boy was in a state of cloth, but his life had nothing else.

Because it was just a painful condition overall, I would spend every possible day with Grandor other than "work and errands".

So much so that the body can move, when it's back on, the boy who's lived with "intuition" is the one who tries to escape if Grandor's eyes go away at all.

I always felt like I could never beat a big brown man.

So I tried to escape to "live".

But that time, when he was brilliantly caught the root of his jacket, which he was forced to wear, he was flaunted with gothin and fist bones as he sighed.

- Don't worry, I won't kill you.

With that said, the boy who could read some letters and could not be praised by adults in line was thoroughly re-gutted by a man also known as the "hero" of the country.

"I'm not going to kill you" is not a lie - or this big guy is not supposed to be "as free as I can be" as we spend time together.

And even during the busy hours, restless children had a lot of work to do (on purpose), but the gutsy Grandor kept talking to the unnamed boy.

Eventually, the boy who managed to read the letters, if he was taught a couple of words and how to work, make materials, etc., there are aspects that he would immediately remember, and I find useful.

As a result, Grandor and the boy were able to work together and spend more time together.

Eventually, one day when I manage to be with Grandor and be able to act and say and do things that have calmed me down, I am told with a scarf wrapped around my neck and the head of my habitual hair stroked with gussiness.

- From now on, name him "Louis Clover," Grandor McGaffin's apprentice.

- Louis, Clover?.

- Oh, that's your name. I could be an adopted son for a while, but the minister is loud, so I'm a disciple first.

By then, Louis was understandably about what the big brown man was like in this country.

And I also knew that this "Osama" was running so hard for various reasons from such stories that I wouldn't go in there.

I just wanted to know why the name was.

- Why, is that a name?.

Pulling the scarf, the boy who became "Louis" asks.

- After a little research, I thought you "Louis" had the best name.

Then I was given two short song knives.

- From now on, in order to make this country better, it is good to live as a disciple of the eagle, in a land entrusted to you by His Majesty, as Louis Clover.

- Help me so that the people of this country can continue to live in serenity, as the heroes who flattened this country, which they used to lean towards.

That said, I stroke the head of a boy still small with my big hand again, shaping the scarf he wrapped around my neck.

- Perhaps your parents and those who were your grandparents would like you to be involved in creating a country where the people of this country can live happily ever after.

Finally, he was gently pounded on the back of his neck, which became a scarf knot.

- That's why it's nice to meet you, "Louis."

- Okay, Osama.

Then for two years, I spent my days as Louis Clover.

Then there must have been some time before the name was set as "Louis," but the memories of the dim days until then became blurred.

Although it was not a praiseworthy way of life, it lived diligently.

I am not conscious or ashamed to forget anything, but now I can only remember for certain that the merchant who managed to "keep" me was blue hair.

I did have time as a "wild monkey" before I met him, but he was taken by Grandor and named "Louis Clover" before I set myself up, calmed down, and hardened.

And when I stood alongside Grandor, I realized that there was a "shadow" for someone named myself.

So I knew better to say that if it wasn't for the great destiny of Shaw-named Guna God, it wouldn't work.

Sure, I was there, but if I didn't have the presence to inspire me to find the individual "I'm here," maybe I still just have it there, and I can't even tell my shadow apart.

Before the ceremony began, Apricot told me that there were too many gods in the eastern country who helped to strip, and that there were eight million gods.

It seemed to Louis that having "God" in any thing creature or tool was a good thing to be listening to.

However, the question also boiled over the boy's mind whether there was a difference between the fact that God was not called by his name in many places, and the fact that he was said to be "that man" in many places.

God is God, so great.

But then, "Because people are people." But - it's going to apply to everything, and besides, the boy wants to twist the neck he got his scarf wrapped around.

So while overlapping with the god named "Lesser Named Ancient God", Louis came to the conclusion that if "Louis Clover" and existence were established, it would be better if the loved ones knew than if they were widely recognized.

Above all, I think that would be fine if Grandor, who gave me the name "Louis Clover", and the people around him who would "need" it.

But don't forget that you have the surrounding eye of "Grandor McGaffin's apprentice."

Grandor McGaffin is a big part of creating and protecting this country called Celisanceum, and Louis Clover is already part of it.

Even when doing something, there is a Grandor and Louis may or may not be incorporated somewhere.

If this agricultural training in Lobrow were to be analogous, the most important of these was because he was too young to serve as an aid to Grandor, who conducts the training, and he replaced the role with Ars.

Louis has no particular detention of his place.

Do the necessary role only to fulfill Grandor's job.

Because there is such a place in a certain sense, Louis thinks that it is also a very fitting part with Shawna Kuna God.

When we talk about God, His Majesty's destiny, the name of the Shaw-named Ancient God will definitely come up, but not absolutely.

This is also just to say that we worked together to build the first country and went.

The details of the disappearance of Shauna Kuna are unclear, but after it disappeared, Daiyu's life greatly mourns its disappearance, but Apricot also told me that he changed his name if necessary to make the country even more definitive.

And build a fine country...

- I helped even the first time, and your life has changed its name a few times to become certain.

- The goddess "betrayed" the place where people built their country to feel safe and calm.

In a place where there is nothing more to do with the brackets of time, Shawna Ancient God tells Louis to "watch his back" when his loved ones are betrayed, scared of being chased and decayed.

- The goddess should not believe in a red-haired "goddess".

It was telling Louis that Shaw-named Guna God, who looked like a boy, complained that way and seemed to worry only about his life, but that he was hurting himself.

- You're so angry because you were so "believing" in that red-haired goddess, right?

―――……

- So you feel "betrayed" when "you are no longer involved" by the fact that the goddess was embezzled from the country your precious and precious life worked so hard to build, right?

If that's what Louis asked, the exotic boy God who looked like himself would answer nothing.

The word "betrayed" can only be used by "the person you believed in".

The stronger the power of the word complaining about being betrayed, the "flip" it felt like believing the other person.

Then, he spoke to the god of Shaw-name Ancient Nah several times, but he never left Louis' vessel, but refused to come out even when he called.

So Louis seemed to have a conductor who also looked like an evil person, who was politely following "the procedure," but was finding it harder to come out while keeping "self" than he thought.

I won't tell you anything, but when we were dredging in imitation of "nation-building" together, Shawna Kuna God was happy to reunite Grandor with his great destiny as a vessel over the more than 2,000 years of what people say in human time, but during the ritual of devotion, he was showing restraint against betrayal.

So, what happened to your life in Osama?

Myself - unlike Louis, I know it's because Grandor is certain, but I guess he's drawing God's power to his life in a ritual costume, but he hasn't even dusted out the part of those who are "God".

It's the same with Apricot, and this one, in addition to the ancient Jiu-Yan Dynasty, puts the power of God, which can also be described as the mother of the less-named Higuchi God, into a vessel called her.

But this one doesn't give a "god" part at all.

Whether it was a grandor or an apricot, it also seemed to do so "sparingly" only to retain the expression "with the help of God".

I have no idea how it works.

Try Louis, if you were doing the ritual as he told you, "sometime." There was a Shaw-named Guna God inside of you, and it was like he came out.

I know it's another force different from the explosive emotions that "I won't tolerate anyone hurting Lily" a few days ago.

At that time, the tattoo in the section (nod) was hot, usually in the form of a scarf hidden away.

(Truth is, I don't know who I am.)

While Louis Clover and his name are fixed, there is no way to prove clearly that he exists, except as a disciple of Grandor.

I don't know the average parent, and I don't even know my family.

Working on a farm run by Grandor though, the people with the family are mostly bright faces, finishing the job and going home to the family's waiting house, I like to see that.

In addition, I have come to feel "good" and "envious" about it, and I have also learned as we spend time together that Grandor wants to create and support and protect the lives of such people.

Knowing and knowing yourself is apparently difficult and difficult for Louis Clover.

Same goes for the lesser-named ancient god.

I'm sure he felt that way as he built his country with great preciousness.

But I don't think I want to know that much about myself.

Even if I disappear, if your destiny left me with a nation, it would be my "proof".

"No, no. It's not hard to prove it. It's not hard to prove it.

I don't know how hard it is, but I can't help but hate that the "fun time" we had together is smashed up without knowing why.

Because that's just it.

"In the meantime, if you want to help with your current" Osama ", don't pull in now, give me your strength, Shauna Guna God!"

- If you're stupid about "Goddess," I'll ask you as much later!.

In the strong winds of the valley, beneath your eyes, in Grandor and Louis, the pointy heavenly edge of the mountains of dirt and sand that form the basis of the earth you have created looms right there.

In order to flatten the place, if consciousness is concentrated on the song knife held at the tip of the spread arms, the spirit of the wind responding to the feeling of flirtation gathers instantly.

"I may not have a big name left, like your life, but let me show you that the Shaw-named Ancient God is reciprocal!

God's will given a name, though small.

"Louis" still can't do it, but "Lesser Nagorny God" can, advanced magic.

Often, in order to protect the peace of the inhabitants of this rural territory, the "Grand Dollar of the Great Sword" was used to "empty" wind holes in a blocked situation.

If a man named Louis was aware of his magic and imagined (imagined) the existence of a "god" within, he would gather an even greater amount of wind power at the blade tip of a song knife.

- Not yet!.

There is still not enough power to smooth out the pointy land for ordinary people or those who have difficulty living normally in order to level the country that we are going to build.

(Osama will make a place for you to stand, so make sure!)

- Now, don't be trapped in the "past" that you couldn't do anything about, move forward! Your Osama's already here.

―――

While concentrating his gaze on the summit of the dust and sand, he feels that the Shaw-named Ancient Na God, who is in him, is oriented toward Grandor, who has the power of his own destiny.

As per the meeting, in the appearance of a ceremonial white costume, he kicked during the stage with his sword pulled out, and Grandor was flying this way.

From Tan and his large body, he sounds an incredibly light noise into the valley, then steps and kicks at the bottom of the grass on the pile that is being punched in to delimit the gorge from the street.

Unlike Louis, who is trying to dance and descend through the sky, with a leap with a spring, the wind blowing directly from the front, this one swelled the sleeves of the ritual costume, as if it were a continuation of "dance".

And it is conveyed to Louis that he is setting up a great sword, believing in the place where the "Shaw-named Ancient Na-god" equals, and is headed towards the place where he puts his feet on the earth.

Of course, what is being passed on is the same to the Shaw-named Gouna God who is now in his midst.

- Let's show Osama what's good for your life!.

If you make a breakthrough to the "God" you have placed in you, the power that was gathered on the blade tip of the song knife will be amplified at once.

The winds gathered friction each other, and the power of thunder lingers, and the other spirits gathered in the dredging ritual until earlier gather together attracted the interest of the "Lesser Named Ancient God".

And I was interested in it, and as a favor, more powerful forces gathered at the tip of the curved blade.

I'm fine with this!

Louis and Shawnamesaku Guna God's heart overlapped.

"Go, yeah, yeah!

Shortly before hitting the top of the dirt and sand mountain, he crossed his arms simultaneously and flew to tap a sonic boom into the shape of the blade tip of the song knife, tapping the earth and shooting a mass of force into it.

Don! and it echoes in the valley several times, but the sound of rocking the earth spreads with the storm again.

In this storm, all the faces on the stage stared at the "evenness" of the Shaw-named Ancient God and Louis, while each one near the station shielded his own arm in a stripping ritual.

- Looks like a real meteorite is colliding.

I've never seen a real meteorite before, but Ars accidentally put it in his mouth, disturbing his golden hair, sheltering his face with his arms in the aftermath of Louis' shockwave (sonic boom).

Because of the soil dug up from the bottom of the water by dredging, the sand and soil can be seen well by the "escort" Ars, who is in a remote stage position, without excess smoke.

A new soldier who had encountered magic that "mimicked" a meteorite on the fringe of his own escort remembered the magic of a mass of energy to crush his "goal".

However, I saw the combined power of Louis and the exotic gods when I realized that it was still just "magic made in the hands of men."

Nature's inherent relentless power is the power that is not strange to sharpen opponents and also describe them as "natural punishments".

Well, it's not supposed to be the kind of "power" you can play with a sword like you (Ars).

There won't be a single person in front of such a force.

If you had thought about it in a short time, respected the power of nature, and been cautious...

"Ugh?!

A few moments later, a great shake comes late.

At his feet came a bigger shake than when he was stripped when the water was shredded by the Dragon God, and if Ars accidentally bowed down, the colored conductor supported his body.

"Okay, are you okay? Mr. Ars?"

Even during such interactions, the pointy peaks of dirt and sand are pushed downward, in the form of spheres, by a mass of energy, mainly the Spirit of the Wind, gathered by Louis and the Shawn Ancient God.

"Excuse me, thank you, Mr. Netsuerk"

With that said, Ars' empty eyes had taken his gaze away from Louis' "evenness".

Even once I've seen it now, I've seen it once in a drawing encyclopedia in a national library, and it's terribly similar to a painting depicting a meteorite collision.

The scene viewed from the stage was just released from the edge of the curved blade, so that the shock wave visible in the shape of a "sphere" made a direct strike, creating a sleek surface and spreading it into the top of the dust and sand mountain.

By the way, can Lord Grandor stop himself?

Apricot asks the conductor with Ars on his back as he lowers his arms slightly to shield his sight from the storm, hands horizontally against his forehead, and stares meticulously into the direction Grandor, his great destiny, "jumped" in.

"Grandor's fine, but, well, I'm giving him tools for a lot of" too much jumping "times.

As much as I used to divide the magic on Alsen, well, I think Grandor can use it well - "

When I put it so far in my mouth, I just said, "Shit," and Netsurk covered his mouth with the hand he was using to shield his sight from the storm.

"What, Master Alsen?! Magic?!"

Even though Louis was so distracted by the awesomeness of his "evenness," as soon as he gave the name "Alsen," the heart of the new soldier shifted to you, and his empty eyes gazed at the colored man with his name in his mouth.

"Nyah."

(Bonito on the eagle, Dear Dinfare on Rico Nha, Rabbit Sage on Lily, Belly Black Nobleman on Ars ~)

Black Kitten - Rye made fun of the "wise man" who was letting his ears sleep in the storm and his eyes were fine, but was spinning his head about half rapidly to make a squeal and delude.

(Oh, Mr. Rai, thank you for the very easy analogy. So, how, delude?)

"Mr. Netsuark, what happened to splitting the magic between you and Master Arsen?"

"Whoa, good stuff, Louis. Looks like you used the tools I gave you, the God Club Grapenil, to get to a place to build the" stage "of the last finish!.

Excuse me, Mr. Ars!

Before Ars could say the words "?", the conductor man let go of the supporting boy's arm and walked refreshingly to the one where Grandor kicked and jumped.

"Oh, wait! Well, it's an escort!

Ars chased him.

Then there's the loud ground and the dust, dancing.

- Grandor landed on the other side.

"- There's nothing to delude you, and you've gone on your own."

Much of the strong wind also healed, lowering his arms, which had sheltered his sight, and staring at the backs of the "two men" who had gone first to the edge of the riverside stage, as Dinfare was frightened as he assembled under his chest.

"Lord Apricot, do we go to the other side too?

"If Ars has followed Netsuerk, he will escort Apricot..."

Talking about it in the atmosphere, Dinfare asks if it is moving.

"Uh, yeah, I don't know what to do.

That's right, Dinfare... my lord.

Though I've thought about it, isn't it time for the escort?

Lord McGaffin - Lord Grandor has crossed the other side, and all we have to do and do is get that pile of dirt to use God's power to consolidate it.

I wonder if it's a good idea to dissolve each of them here and meet them at the precinct later. "

Without answering the presence or absence of movement, Apricot makes such a suggestion, laughing nicely with the smooth complexion face of Kelloyd's gone, and pinning his index finger freshly.

"Nyah."

("Ah-chan," the frigid smell of a smile hasn't beaten the sage of a human denaci. ~)

Dinfare nodded slightly as the black kitten Rye chilled her gaze, as she agreed with him as she rang.

"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Rai.

Don't be so surprised I'm simply saying I don't like being tough. "

In an attitude that also appears somewhat floating to the reaction of a slightly chilled female knight and a black kitten, Lord Robrow answers with a smile over and laughing.

But the trick of "laughing" is a form of "intimidation," and in the past, when I was just a knight, Dinfare, who was taught by "laughing" wise men, smiled beautifully and slowly opened his glossy lips.

"... that sage had a habit of joking before" responsible and difficult things "happened.

Lord Apricot, who is now an "old friend", looks exactly like you.

As an escort, I cannot help but be wary that the escort will not do anything unscrupulous.

Forgive me. "

"Oh, if there's such a precedent, I'm nothing but suspicious. Hey.

But it's nice to use your past experience.

Continuing, Apricot also put his arms around him to imitate the Rin but beautiful female knight who was trying to do his part facing each other without breaking his expression.

(Well, what do we do? This is too tough to deceive in "power")

However, the information on how the opponent came out and his "power" is too vague even to give an "explanation".

However, even if it is ambiguous, if this female knight had spoken, I know that he would take it sincerely.

(But I also wonder why Netuark doesn't want to get her involved)

(Well, Dinfare any more - if you involved her, I asked my wife and sister-in-law because there was no specification for the explanation when she came out, Lord Apricot)

From a little bit of an open distance, on the "line dedicated to the blood contractor", from Netuark to Apricot, word and "Dinfare" information is sent to me as I ask.

Even her usual behavior, the way she chooses and chooses objects, and the columns of animals she loves to read shadows on a daily basis.

And you know it because you have a long relationship, the wise have been relentlessly pouring her personal information into the lord.

Apricot would not refuse to receive the information, but some of it was too naked, smiling on the surface, but accidentally chopping wrinkles between his brows in his mind.

(Although I know there is no such thing as personal information because it forms part of the "military".

I thought you were going to be my friend, but you're going to be rude to her)

Without knowing that his information is being circulated, the escort knight is still wary that the wise lord is trying to "escape the escort" with his arms in his arms.

(It doesn't matter.

I don't need to tell my junior friends about the "old wounds I don't want them to touch" that I'm about to get along with.

Lord Apricot, if he was as interested and curious as I am, would ignore the sense of distance and put it in his mouth with Zubazuba, although I think it would be good to know and put it down.

Besides, Dinfare may say "rude" to Lord Apricot, but she herself actually "loves" him.)

Along with those words, not to mention to the finish, the "memories" of Dinfare and the Wise Wife and her sister came into an avalanche.

An apprentice knight girl with glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle of milk is pulled out by a red-haired woman with a different face, pointing to her hand and pulling her into the "table".

- More, be confident, you'll be fine.

- You're beautiful, so you have to "take advantage" of that too!

Earlier, a red-haired woman's "sister" was quoted in information that Dinfare "cares about" rhetoric similar to what Apricot said.

And you said, "It's nice to use your past experience."

Within that, the infiltration of Dinfare's information is over.

(There is a good distance, and the wind still sounds strong, but you hear it well.

I guess I'd rather say "hell ears" than rabbit ears.

Or should I assume I'm being fried?)

There was a slight hint of being said, but I also found that there was a "no need for hindsight or guilt."

(Well, if you're curious, I'll admit you're going in without saving the situation.)

I can understand with my head that Netsuruk's words are manipulative, but I felt a resemblance to my grandfather, who was a "wise man," and the wrinkles between my eyebrows healed for now.

The "blood contractor" 's tense mind tells Apricot that the sage who gained a loose feel wanted to ask Apricot the most, not just to say "it fits around the time".

(- Later, because if "Netuark (I)" were involved, she would be "mucky".

Somewhat, I don't mind getting rough, so I want you to do it across the door of the precinct, with Rye or Rico, "please")

At the end of the day, Apricot was convinced that he could not keep Dinfare away from this place because of Netuark.

"Lord Apricot, will you shut up and discuss something?

Slightly, Dinfare asked the lord in a voice with a tense face combined with an intimidating attitude.

When the captain of the Royal Guard was off duty, the female knight, who was left to Hitch to escort the "King Dagger Sunflower" he escorts, was mostly quietly silent when he was looking to "escape".

Now, the lord in front of me - the gender is female, and the appearance, except for the color of the hair, I can certainly feel that there is nothing in common, apricot and dagger, but something similar to "inside".

And the likeness is the same as the "that guy" who's gone to the edge of the stage now -.

So when a female knight puts more vigilance into her eyes, a lord who said to Dinfare, "Let's be friends" laughs niggardly.

"Well, like some sage, don't worry, I'm not going to act alone by turning Dinfare off the hook because he asked me to."

- I dare you to touch her "biggest old wound" and try to speak.

Until then, an atmosphere of small but budding friendship between the female knight and the female lord evaporated instantly.

Even though she was on guard, her face, which looked calm, was stained with pearls at once, and she could see at a glance that it was not the redness of something such as embarrassment, but the late blood color with blood on her head for anger.

I won't ask you how far you've heard from that wise man, but would you refrain from asking me anything more about it?

("Adult" Hey Dinfare...)

Now, the voice of a man in a remote place echoes in Apricot's head.

Perhaps the "past Dinfare", which appears to be as angry as it is today, was among the information that has been circulated.

At that time, my voice is still somewhat high and I'm so emotionally exfoliated that I can't compare it to now.

- I entrusted Sister Muge and the baby because I believed that you "could help one person" because I believed in Master Netsuerk!.

Just about the age of Ars, the girl Dinfare is grabbed by a tinted young man wrapped around a pitch-black coat in as much dirt and sand as last night's heavy rainfall in Robrow.

Cry and repeat why and why.

A man who grabs that collar, exchanges it, but is rocked as-is not answered by Netsurk.

- Didn't you say that you would never let someone like Maple into this world again after being a "wise man"!.

As soon as the word Maple is put out, the feeling of memory of a strong bite of the giraffe and the back teeth is also transmitted to Apricot's jaw, the "contractor".

―――

Paying the hand of the girl who was grabbing Ba and her coat (Netuark), Dinfare unnecessarily laid his hands on the ground, jumping the mud without a voice.

Still, I immediately raise my face and move my mouth.

- I will not forgive you, I will never forgive you!

- From my world, "never again" took the goddess, I will not forgive the wise!.

In the dust, Netuark opens his mouth to the girl who tries to stand up, "I don't want you to be hurt by words you say to yourself" any more.

If I "apologize" here, and Netuark finds me hurt, too, because the girl reflects on the "words" she has spoken and regrets and hurts.

- I'm not a "wise man," I'm a "king." I offered my sister-in-law's life to "sacrifice" and silenced the kings of the world, gaining a place]

Even as it rains hard, the voice of the sage of colour slowly reaches the ear of the girl who wets her chestnut hair in the rain.

And if you understood the meaning of the word with your head, Dinfare's words slowly stopped.

[I even used the life of my beloved goddess, deceived an angel, and took my place in this world, at the end of the wise man's habit, "the king"]

That's it. Best friends weave in the heavy rain, tailored, pitch-black "dead outfits," unfaithfully laughing with a rain-wet face, and words chopping up a cute girl whose wife or sister-in-law distorts everything to pity and anger.

I chop up the "memory" of a sage who was in the time she spent with a respected woman, fleeing to the appearance of a rabbit, who jokes all the time, but also has a kind place.

- Yursanai, yursanai, yursanai!.

Like a spontaneous harp (Orgol) playing short acoustics, he repeated the same words over and over again, leaving the girl nagging and talking in tears, and Netourk left the scene.

- Kachi.

(Alas)

What I saw in the "old wound" information, which would still hurt, was the sound of the knight's hand on the sword pattern in the form of a "sword extraction", even though it was quiet.

(If Lord Netsuruk was the opponent, you can easily imagine killing him without hesitation.)

Taste the sensation of a slightly "hiatus" cold sweat flow with the back inside the ceremonial outfit.

"Nyah."

("Ah," I think the boulders are a little too kidding, too. ~)

Even kittens who respond cool when it comes to anything other than "Rico," apparently felt that Apricot's "incitement" was beyond degrees due to Dinfare's appearance.

(Hmm, you're about to lose three friends at once.)

Maybe this thing will somehow get into Rico-Liquorice's ear as well.

When she breaks the forbidden trick, she is merciful enough to weep for a young apricot, but then she is relentlessly sorcery attacking Netuark, hostile to Dinfare.

And now, without a doubt, Apricot had hurt Dinfare.

- Still, there's a "chance we can start over if we're alive".

(Besides, if you become "alone," Apricot Vinegar is used to being alone.

Now, while her heart and head are boiling in anger at the corner -)

Let me make the most of where Dinfare, who will also turn his head more than the crowd, is turning reason to the stopping of anger emotions that he can because he is not aware of his prospects and has not broken them.

I'm just a little sorry that you're pouring a rather cold and sharp gaze on yourself, who's supposed to be an escort, and I move on to the next action.

"I'm sorry, you're right, you seem to have stepped in too far.

Then I'd like to act as Lordship Robrow, so please follow me with "escort."

With that said, he turns his back on Dinfare and the kitten and walks off as refreshingly as he did on Netuark earlier.

If she acted to capture the escort system she wanted, she would use her time to realize that she was good, even if she included and acted on a "prospectus" now that she was daunting her feelings with anger.

Netuark and Apricot's thoughts were in agreement that far.

(Sorry, because of the king of the tyrants, the knights of the Royal Guard are not half immune to the out-of-the-box.

I'm struggling with the king and the "commander" of the escort unit that's playing the pipe.)

Off the stage, the lord replies to the wise man's words of gratitude as he begins to head "west".

(Well, the Commander will continue to struggle.)

I asked you to put them somewhere safe.)

"- No, because if you really say what I do, it's about giving instructions to withdraw.

The dust dug out and piled up in the stripping over there, if Lord Netsuerk instructs you, Lord Grandor and Louis, your farmer parents and children will use God's power to step on it, because as Lord Robrow, it's ok. "

"- Nah."

(Nyah, if that's all, then maybe I don't need to escort you.)

"Ah-chan", the eagle is meeting that hell-ass grandpa, and when you sign a contract, if you forget to be with me, you'll be in trouble. "

Cat ringing and somewhat shuddering telepathy.

Underneath, the third word lurked, "Live Timpany, granddaughter of a rare magician," who had spoken to Apricot.

- Fortunately, Dinfare hasn't noticed.

"Ah, does Master Dendrobium Phalenosipus wish he hadn't been hurt?"

"I got an awkward vibe, so a line travels silently"

In such an outfit, even the sage at the highest point in the country has not yet been able to figure it out, but perhaps a "secret" performed by a rare magician, the brilliant magician and black kitten Rye, who is looking like a black cat, asks Apricot on special telepathy.

(Either that or Lord Netsuerk's hope.

Looks like the deceased wife and sister-in-law are being asked to lay over each other.

As Lord Robrow's role, it is my mission to return to His Majesty the guests of my land before my friends, unharmed.)

Apricot honestly conveyed his thoughts on this side to Rye, who seemed plain light and, in a way, the least imprisoned in his position in a row from Wang Du.

Rye would prioritize her feelings everywhere if Rico were here, but without her, she finds out in the information she shares with Netuark that she is, by the way, the owner of dry and cold thoughts.

And because of the "cold thinking" of Rye's sorcerer, I also felt a strange connection with the rare sorcerer named "Citron Label", who said that Apricot was still in the womb of his mother Cinellaria.

"Honestly, if Rico Nha went back to King's Capital safely and Rico Nha had a satisfying lifetime, that would be all right ~.

That's why I want Rico to be withdrawn with the unconscious body of the eagle to the location where safety is guaranteed. "

(Well, even for me, if Rico is unconscious, even if he can't, he's going to offer to cooperate on this side.

Before you regain consciousness, if you realize it, you just have to rest your body.)

Without the loving tail of "nya," the word of a magician full of self-righteousness, but the lord felt a certain comfort in the true meaning of too dawn and clarity.

Can special telepathy also pick up such apricot feelings, Rye goes on to say.

"To Rico - for Licorice Label, after the happiness of Dendrobium phalenosipus, is my happiness, so the eagle will ride the way the sage of the human denaci wants to take it."

(Wouldn't your precious Rico be sad if you took that approach?)

And I don't blame you for the choices you made later?)

Just a little, even though he thinks he's mean, Apricot puts words on Rye that would try that.

"Rico has no idea - Live knows what to do when Liquorice is unconscious when the eagle accepts the body of a person," says Live Timpany, "Liquorice Label gives top priority to living."

So even if you blame yourself for losing consciousness, you don't blame the eagle. "

Even though I said I had nothing to blame, I wanted Rico to be angry with me for what I could do, which was coming from Rye's special telepathy to Apricot.

(- What do you care too, Rye, you have a difficult personality)

Drawing on all the thoughts, when he replied yes, Rico and "Rye" are resting Gabrielle - eventually reaching the stage built on the blue that brought down Gibreel.

And on that stage, the light stretches into heaven in a cylindrical fashion, joining forces for Rico and Rye, but by coming to his side, Dinfare seemed to understand for the first time.

"For once, you could have planted magic here that was exotic, but had the effect of protecting you and encouraging you to recover."

From the "nation-building" stage to this point, Dinfare, who never opened his mouth, softens his expression just a little and looks up at the blue stage.

Dinfare just looked at its shape and seemed to grasp the type of junction applied to the stage to descend the archangel of the water.

And whilst speaking in pale language, I feel dependable about its boundaries and effectiveness. At its core, there is a seepage of trust in the "colored man".

- Though I want to believe him loved by the people I love, I can't.

Dinfare looks shaky in those words.

"Angry" is something with that kind of power.

Every time she sees the betrayal of a wise man named Netuark, she gets angry even when she uses great power (energy).

Apricot realized that he wanted to get back to Rabbit Sage quickly, and that Netuark thought so not only for Lily, but also for her.

- Knock, knock, knock.

- Lynn, Lynn, Lynn.

At that time, the sound of the hooves echoes in the valley of territorial pride, along with the sound of the bell of the early horse's reward.