Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

- If it's okay, could you tell me more about it?

The wise man slowly asked for details, feeling that a good "fringe" had apparently come to his apprentice.

The beginning of the matter began, as Grandor said, with the "mistake" of Netsuerk.

For the sake of the weak sage, I went to a place where the city's restaurants gathered, which was popular but I was able to buy it safely.

In an attempt to hurry home, I was walking down the back road on the shortcut holding "men and women" together.

"Cheerful."

I was so hungry, I cheeked up the walnut bread of my favorite I bought in the order of buying porridge, I didn't deal with him and I was trying to pass by - the color of the man's skin accidentally comes into my tinted eyes.

Often, he had brown skin that burned in the day.

♪ Of which ♪

I had eaten it because I thought it was delicious before, and suddenly the taste of my favorite bread disappeared.

A woman's hand turns around the neck of a successful man, a man and a woman who embrace each other.

"Of which, who is it, the old lady?"

A small white hand, with a truly delightful voice, stretches out to the brown neck, "Of course."

But "Of course" disappeared - young Arsene is crying.

Guilt I can't get out of my pale head after Anglecomb heard that my "brother" had died.

Someone who reminds me of that sin, comes into view.

Not for you, sister.

"- So let me tell you I'm in trouble... hmm? What?"

Recently, Grandor, whose reputation had been raised and who was "pressed" by women in need, was beaten by the boy he met the moment he looked back, when the noblemen had finished off the bandit who was pulling the thread behind him.

"- Huh?!

Still, because I won't let go of the hand the woman turned on the brown man's neck -.

Netuark punched Grandor's head with the porridge he had bought for the wise man.

'- It's good because it was cold, but I was suddenly surprised by the porridge, so I punched Netsurk in the face with my fist back.

I'll pay for the glasses, so tell me what it costs. '

"Well, common sense suddenly beats me up and pours porridge on me. I'm crazy, so don't worry about it."

"But the first time Netuark beat him, the lady who won't let go of Lord Grandor until she punches the porridge, is also that she has guts inside"

Sage continued to laugh at the words if he shared his thoughts sipping porridge in his bedroom, then the boys did, uh-huh.

After first serving the sage the porridge that Grandor had bought us again, the boys ate all their own potatoes - mainly "meat" dishes - at a table on their side.

Except for the fact that Master Sage was surprised that Grandor was eating all the spicy things that seemed to be slightly spicy, the meal was proceeding relatively calmly.

"Well, thanks to you pounding porridge over there and keeping me in a brawl, do you call" Ragged Grandor "that lady or lady? I was able to make an impression on it, so I guess this will stop by for a while, and thanks for your help.

This is all, let me really thank you for this one, and I just can't let the woman, the child, get away with it.

Besides, it's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of having a fight. "

At the same age as Netsuark if you ask him how old he is, but far away from the boy's impression, he turns his successful body and arms in a bun, shows his sturdy looking teeth, and Grandor laughs.

He briefly told me that all kinds of circumstances now overlap and that he is traveling all over the country to negotiate a certain "vendetta" and to train samurai by himself in order to build strength.

The boy with the image of "succeeding and being gentle" because of his appearance may have been of that nature from the beginning, but he still acted not to betray it in this rural neighborhood.

But it also unexpectedly tied Grandor's movements with "good people" and blunted them.

"No, I'm mistaken for someone who knows Grandor too.

I mean, lovers, what are you so obsessed with when you have cute people! That's right.

Even for me, I may be mistaken, but your lady left Grandor, so I was scared, and I was glad I was able to do something like fight. "

Netuark still has a vivid mouthfeel of mole marks and laughs niggly.

The boys don't intend to indulge in each other's strength, but if they quarrel on the basis of "normal age" and their power, they can hurt each other a lot.

However, today, by chance, we fisted each other and felt "Don't hesitate!" and I was "thrilled" as I hit him.

You don't need to take care of them, the joy of ease.

Of course, if I get a fist, I have pain.

However, the joy of "liberation" that excites "strength" without caring for the other person outweighs the pain.

- If you want to "fuck" them by removing the shackle of "think about them and behave" by savoring this pain.

It was at first that we were making blows and moves, thinking we were "screwed" with each other, but we find ourselves within crossing fists.

He doesn't need to be shy!.

Netuark had cracks in his glasses and blood from his nose. Grandor was covered in porridge from his head, cut off the edge of his mouth and bled. The moment he held each other's favorite weapon, a grin that could even look vicious, and gripped him with a good grip.

"Somebody, somebody, come on! It's a fight!" A woman screamed in the back alley.

The boys realise there was "oh, there were some of these guys," and for now they feed the unspoilt part of Netsuark with the Grandor porridge with a head thrust that sounds golly.

They were eating and tying each other's teeth, which would divide them into sores, but their gaze in colour with the colour of the earth definitely crossed.

――――――

Netuark moves only his lips and tells Grandor where he is.

(Got it, it's not a rental settlement. Let me tell you my name, I'm Grandor, Grandor McGaffin)

With a big sword on his big body, he assumed that he would have no connection to the sorcery system, but he didn't, and he "rejoiced" to see that Netuark excels in sorcery over there.

(Oh, by the looks of it, you can do magic, then I'm Netuark, "Netuark Saxophone."

Then come if you like the place, Grandor)

Laughing at each other again, the light-hearted Netuark ran away in the alley, with an empty pot in his hand.

'Well, then, you didn't exchange words.

But nostalgic and old samurai are what they used to do.

Instead of words, we establish a conversation by identifying each other's "powers."

That's what happens, nooo, the words of the two boys overlapped again.

Hearing that, the wise man laughed so loudly.

"These days, equality is respected, but we try to keep it the same, even though we have circumstances that we each have, things that we have tried hard, things that we don't try hard, things that we can't even do if we want to.

You're lucky you got along like this with Netuark and Grandor. "

After his weakness, the wise man rarely and for the first time in a long time, the meal has finished eating all the porridge, and he laughs, rejoices and speaks surprisingly at the encounter between his disciple and his person.

And most importantly - I'm relieved.

The wise man of old thanks the "goddess of the earth" for meeting the big brown boy of his body, who first met him, reminding him of his old beloved disciple.

"Grandor, I don't care if you're good, but will you stay friends with Netuark?

I've been up most of the night, and about the time of parting, the sage asks me from the bedroom while I ask Netuark to lie down.

At the request of the wise man, the disciple boy has his eyes rounded, but laughs immediately.

"Are you a friend, because Netuark is not noble, and if you have the guts to have your own luggage... and yes, if you don't mind Netuark, please don't hesitate.

I can't say well, but I don't care if you seem to care, it seems like you can tie that relationship to Netuark '

With that answer, Grandor begins his return journey wearing the sword he taught me, which is also "the vision of his late uncle".

'There are unspoken expressions, aren't there?

Sometimes it's good because it's speechless.

So, before Sage says it, I feel the same way, so I'm with Grandor.

Me, too, if Grandor's okay with that, I want him to be my friend. '

As usual, I say it with a smile as I slowly place the wise man's head there with the book as a pillow.

"Oh, well, shall I? Well, it's late today and you'll excuse me. See you next time."

"Ahhhhhhhhh, yeah, that's how I like the fact that I don't set a due date for the next time I see you"

That's how Netuark and Grandor first became "friends".

And even that night, the wise man tells his disciples, as usual.

The disciple also behaves as "the same as usual" as possible - but along the way, tears accumulated in his colored eyes.

[People work out "measures".

And now I'm going to "play" the words so that the measures I've worked out can fill in the distorted issues that are cleverly in front of me and make sure they are even.

If the problem was too big, I don't care how many measures I worked out, I can't help myself.]

With the same content as usual, but with the creation of "friends," the boy can hear the words of the wise man with a completely different sound.

Keep listening to the sage who coughs, slowly swallowing the water.

[Incites people to cooperate in what they cannot do alone with words.

By saying words, cooperation can change form to abetting or threatening.

If it involves behavior, it would be even different.

Thus, various collaborators - using the measures worked out by their peers, after being evenly distorted, finally, the equality of fairness is proclaimed (even), Netuark.

Your brothers, instead of being warped by measures, even became even "inclined"]

'- It's strange, you've heard it many times, but now it sounds different.

It's like when you start reading the book again after you've been preached by Master Anglecomb, wise man '

When I said that, I couldn't stand the broken glasses - the first time I was given them by a wise man, from a tinted eye over a "gift," staring at an old wise man lying in tears, reaching out and holding his wrinkled hand strongly.

When we met, the sage was bigger, but now it was almost the same size.

[I'm sure Netuark will have longer hands and fingers because he's going to grow taller]

No telepathy, no mind reading technique, sage says that.

Each other, reading the atmosphere - the disciple felt certain that the death of the master was truly intermittent.

"Same and different".

If you figured that out with you, you have nothing more to say from me.

So, in addition to the gun I've been asking you for, one at the "end of the day".

Shall I give you a gift?

I wonder if one of the books I always make "pillow" should be more like a picture book - rather than a picture album, that is.

If Netsuruk wants to be a wise man, read it.

You can "interpret" if you must have seen the collection and seen the paintings of travelers and angels]

But when he heard the words, the colored boy was confused.

The boy has seen The Wise Man Regret Becoming a Wise Man several times.

Most memorable was when a man named the previous queen died.

Like Anglecomb, the wise man who was on the brink brings and visits Netuak, who was still a stiffener of business to the king's capital, in order to give flowers to the man.

Netuark, who seemed to himself a busy time, had witnessed by chance the "execution of sinners" and had vomited violently at its awesomeness, even though he was in a position to be untouched about people at all times.

If I recall, Angletham, the Chancellor, was also involved in that execution.

In a way, there may have been some awakening of rival minds with brown-skinned beauty.

Though I was not clear about myself, my consciousness was certain.

I managed to donate flowers to the queen from there, but I guess there was still something tough on my young body from there, my consciousness was interrupted at the end of the day even more vomiting memories, and when I realized it, it was carried by the wise man.

And a wise man who thinks "his disciple is asleep" remembered a whining word on the night lane.

- To save the world from ruin, a friend asks you to devise a way to kill him, a wise man?

- Until life expectancy hits, it's my condolences for at least exposing myself to shame, "Crossandra".

- Trenia, while I come to your condolences, forgive my friends for not dating at the end of the day.

- Heh heh, how about losing confidence, you get more solitary.

I hear it on my back, Sage's voice seemed very, very spicy.

But being a "wise man" in front of me never seemed spicy.

If I said "hope" for Netsuruk's greed, it didn't look spicy enough for me to call him "wise man".

The wise man nodded "happily," not missing out on the thought that was floating in his colored eyes.

[Netuark, yes.

While I was a wise man in regret for the second half of my life, I was also a wise man.

But that doesn't have to be wise, to tell the truth, if you're a guy like me, it could be something you got involved in to get involved.

Calling you "wise man" wasn't hard at all. [M]

Ning Lo, I was happy.

Good to be a "wise man," you've also given me the fullness I've tasted only a few times since.

So I didn't have to regret it at the end of the period]

"I don't want you to say the end of the day," don't say, just weep, hold firm hands in your breakup with yourself, and send the end words as a "family," relying on the boy you're facing.

[So if Netuark chooses to be a "wise man," and he calls me a "wise man," he appears a being he wants to cherish, then cherish him.

How happy it is to live as a person to have the existence you want to protect.

I call you wise men, little ones, because they really saved me.

If you had a chance to taste it, I would highly recommend it.]

"Yes, Sage."

As a family, he finishes communicating the words he wants to convey, and the sage instructs him at the end of the day on how to play the words.

Friends to Netuark - relying on each other, and saying words that may not hesitate to sound manipulative because those who can rely on them have done so.

- It's really hard to be aware of words and "play".

- And what I'm really good at saying is that that's what's qualitative and 'natural'.

- No one can be a genius while I use it consciously.

- No matter how much until then, admittedly, when a genius shows up, it just becomes "brilliant".

- But excellence also has enough "demand" until genius shows up.

- Netuark would be brilliant enough.

- When I made a new friend like Lord Grandor and I needed to say something.

- You'll naturally want to help, and don't put up the effort for that.

- Just be very careful and practice, and play.

- Words are hard to pay attention to there for being invisible.

- And if a friend is in a situation where they work out a plan and say something, the part of the friend who's not paying attention is you.

- Don't hesitate to say it when it's going to be a loss to that friend, even if Netsuerk's words are going to hurt your friend.

'- Yeah, I don't think that's a good idea, but I don't suppose I'd make "Netsurk's Betrayal" a "Alsen's Mistake".

By analogy, it's fixed later, it's beautiful from the side, and Arsene can't personally carry the part of the debacle that you can tell if the Xuan sees it. '

Beautiful boys bite their lips on the score of referees of their "own" measures, who worked hard and thought for a short time.

However, Arsen's idea of a solution, if not impossible, was a sufficiently "yes" finish.

I can also see that Netuark, Grandor, Maple, and Arsen, especially each of them, make use of their "properties," and I believe that if they are to be tested on paper, they can be evaluated in a peculiar way, including quirks.

However, there is no denying the strong side of self-sacrifice in the final place, but as for those entrusted with the measures, they are hooked.

'I think it's really great that I discern what I'm thinking of sneaking into that aerial fortress and incorporating the measures there.

And in order to show them to their own countries, to their enemies, they also think about "human rights boasting of heroic candidates."

Rather than praise, the "words of admission" erased the regret that had floated until earlier, and the beautiful boy smiled beautifully.

"You must admit this place, Netsurk."

Unexpectedly, the colored man laughs bitterly at the smile he even feels.

'Well, here it is. I myself was told it was something Maple had to think about, although I thought it would be better if I didn't deal with them because it was so hard.

If I loosen up where I said this, they'll follow me around a lot. "

- To make the enemy state think that "it is still impossible to attack this country", just before attacking Cerisanseum, a country that is increasingly (finally) inclined but difficult to defeat, with a fortress that would have been constructed in secret.

- In my own country, "leave it to His Majesty the Goddess, Gloriosa, to find the heroic candidate, and fear that the enemies will enter the" mainland "for the invasion.

- And to make the sword swallow of national consciousness realize that in a state of clinging to safety and equality, it would be good if only some conscious persons were protecting the country.

And enemies and allies alike, after attracting enough attention, fall the aerial fortress of the enemy country that "Selisanceum's Hero Candidate" intends to invade.

"It's me, the newcomer, but even if not recognized by the hero, I'm ready to be a little helpful" sword of the country ".

But I'm sorry to be a "tool" that gets in the back because it's only used when it's convenient and then it's dangerous.

However, if you are seeing it as a tool or as guaranteeing its dignity, after this - I don't feel bad about being served after preventing aggression '

To let you know that the hero candidate is also willing and that his power is not a convenient thing to use.

I don't put it in my mouth, but I feel a strong determination on the part of my juniors.

And even though the score is hard, it also includes a benevolence to Chancellor Tuberose, who allowed him to enter the "heroic candidate".

"Perhaps after the fall of this fortress, the command that Master Tuberose held would be distributed to" equality ".

When we tested the previous truce, it was too unusual and Grandor was in danger. '

But "in advance," the seniors, who knew it had already been decided, uttered words with bitter laughter.

'I have also heard from my best friend that he saved Grandor's predicament.

But I think we can change our consciousness a little bit if we show where we can work enough to fall the impending fortress in the air at the border.

And if you could think of any reason why the "hero candidates" hadn't bothered to hold hands until the time of the invasion, so. "

Also, the boy smiles beautifully, but now makes him feel cold and "angry".

In fact, he even froze the air around the boy without being able to hold back the power of anger and the overflowing magic.

(Jesus Christ, when I found out the name of the conductor who nearly killed Grandor, I tried to pierce him with a fine sword. That's momentum.)

In order to seem calmer than this and not to surprisingly stimulate the passionate junior, Netuark utters words.

"He often picked up information that he said" two days later "to make the Aerial Fortress fall on the border with mutual attention increasing.

Well, I sneak in to destroy that aerial fortress, and I use my time to explore it, so it's really critical.

And since we're just passing over the woods right now, we're gonna climb that tree and infiltrate it, so we actually need to hurry, you know, ha-ha-ha. '

That's what I say, laugh and show you, but beautiful boys don't let the cold air around them catch inside.

Though I don't think I have a choice, Netsurk makes the look of "the instructor" time, knowing he doesn't seem like himself.

"As I said earlier, Arsen's obsessive strategy passed with great muscle.

Kick it when you may want a perfect rating from the start, but when you are in a situation where you are too bound by "it" when you actually do it if you are bound by all that and require a flexible response.

At a military school, if you can afford the time and do it at your own convenience, you can drill as much.

But the crime scene doesn't work that way, 'cause there's a natural need to change it.'

Arsene leaned over when she immediately noticed her senior and best friend's "unlike" face.

'- I'm sorry, I'm out of my mind'

The junior struggled to change his mind and got cold air, so he's going to help - Netuark opens his "light mouth" as he begins to sneak into the fortress in the air.

'Well, with what the natural Grandor put out in his mouth when it came to "two days later," it could have been infinitely easy to tie together a beautiful boy who yearns for a big man.

It's been well worked out in this short time, and if I could just fix what I said, I'd be happy to help with the plan. "

The basic, "lift after dropping" method doesn't work for my best friend in a cute junior year.

Then every now and then, as they say in the shadows, "Netsuruk the human denashi" behaves "with ease".

- I don't know about this kid, but he'll be the type who doesn't like to be "cared for" eventually.

I laugh bitterly in my heart when I realize that I tend to unconsciously over-protect a boy that my "best friend" cares about.

- Absolutely, damn it, don't fight Grandor about once a year at the pace.

Ok, put it in my mouth and Netsuruk started removing his gear to Xu (Omoro).

"Probably in the heart of the Aerial Fortress, using" electric "spirits, so I'm gonna have to gear up with that, so I'm gonna get dressed a little bit."

Put the weapon you just serviced on your desk.

It was also true that there was no time.

I only put the coat on the garment hanging, but later I quickly take it off and leave it on the back of the chair.

Boys who are held to all that beauty and are still only able to battle with speed (speed) and magic in a small way tend to be seen thin, but look at the body of an evenly muscled senior with a little envy, with green eyes.

(Though I know neither Grandor nor Netuark lack training)

However, Arsen still thinks that the original physical qualities may also exist, so far, as he has been pressed into judgment as a "little beautiful boy".

Just once, how can I be like two people? If I asked, they were both twisting their successful necks, so the junior had to do something about it himself, so I tried my best to swallow milk, which I was a little bad at.

'No, because even if you stare at me with those beautiful eyes, my mind and body belong to Maple, right?.

If Arsenic is pretty, it's okay to play with fire. '

I looked like one of my skin clothes below and smiled at Nii No and people just looked bad, arm in arm and teased a beautiful junior.

'-' Cause I hate those jokes'

But it's true that I was "envious" of Netsuerk's successful body, so if I just blushed a little and turned my neck to the bottom right - a crate and cloth bag with a familiar crest baking stamp went into Arsene's eyes.

Foxes and shorelines - also known as "fox flowers" - were the seals that were combined and designed in the image of a flaming light.

(Sure, this is the "Steiner family crest")

For royalty, when tailoring a costume, I have permission from the King.

Arsene's now wrapped scarlet costume with the protection of the Spirit was also specially tailored by Shakyak Steiner, the current head of the Steiner family, as a candidate but "royal edge".

At first I tried to be a stern, but also from Dagger, my mother's cousin who became king.

"Bad pride, try to get hurt, Balsam. I don't care what happens to your cousin."

In the short language of persuasion, honestly, the costume containing the protection - I had it tailored based on what my father once wore.

Even when the clothes were delivered, they were delivered in boxes with baking marks on the family crest.

"So, just before Arsene was staring, the convoy just delivered it to me, Mr. Steiner's apprentice, I have some clothes that Kings made for me on an experimental basis, so can you take it?

"Isn't Master Shakyak tailored?

As he asks, handily handing the baggage with the family crest baking stamp on it as requested, he opens the box or bag quickly, answering thank you, and Netuark starts wearing the "prototype".

"- Master Shakyak, because he's old enough.

Looks like he's letting his apprentice Kings take over a lot on a quarterly basis.

And they're just like heroic candidates, and they have exams. "

- I've never seen you before, but I hope Mr. Kings passes the exam.

Netuark laughed as he put his sleeves through his stretchy clothes to the junior's "I've never met him," but Arsen didn't notice.

'Well, I don't mind people worrying, but let's "get started" on this one.

There is one change.

What kind of hero do people like Netuark want to be?

And what kind of hero do you want Alsen Padrick to be, add it up and change the results you pass on to future generations'

The costume, united in black, is worn all the way by Netuark, with long fingered hands and black leather gloves to match the costume, grunting, opening and closing.

I put back on the glasses I was removing to get dressed here, take the used leather gloves I always use from the coat I was wearing on my garment and compare them.

"I wonder what I'll do with the gloves.

This is my first gift to Maple, and I think it would be nice to get used to it, but I might have to break the "arr" in the fortress.

Kings would have thought about it and made it, too. - Ah. '

I can't fit them both off, and I have what Maple gave me on my right hand, and what Kings built on my left.

If that was the way to look at it, it was obscured by the thin lights in the tent, but there was an embroidery of a rabbit dancing with red thread on the lining of the wrist part of the glove, unified in black in the left hand.

(You remember when Maple said she liked rabbits and I liked them in the beginning.)

- I know you're as light as you can be, because if you're my beloved goddess, I'm sure you'll be sad to leave your compassion unscathed.

Take both of them this time.

The first mission was to "break into the dark", so I re-fitted the black leather gloves and turned Maple's things into chest pockets on my chest.

Then, wearing a slightly shaped small hand, I was almost ready to infiltrate.

"Netuark, can I talk to you?"

'Yeah, tell me, how did you change it?

In anticipation of the fact that the juniors have "gathered their thoughts," Netuark will be equipped with his favorite knife, which he has developed earlier.

- Regardless of whether the answer is accompanied or not anymore, after this conversation, the colored man wraps a black hand wipe around his head on the fluffy colored hair, to infiltrate.

Later, he scratched his hand wipe to cover his mouth and scratched the neck of the costume he was wearing up to the top of his throat.

The truth is, I want to put on a "side" with some kind of defense, but I'm an eyeglass.

"It was really surprising when Sergeant Saxforn first met at military school, not Dade glasses.

Well, I know it's prejudicial, but I can't believe you're good at fighting with glasses on. '

- Of which, who is it, that "brother"?

(Jeez, I was wearing glasses at the "real first time" too.)

I go in like this beautiful boy, but he's only obsessed, with my father, who had brown skin - Netsurk's first best friend.

'Ha, I'm purely blind for once. So it's going to look bad, and your face is going to naturally be a "little" bad guy face'

Make sure to pinch and adjust the modern part to be applied to the ear of the glasses on the hand wipe wrapped around the head.

Small, passing in front of the nodding Arsen, heading outside the tent, the boy follows its back.

Alsen speaks of his crafted measures and his reconsidered measures as he wraps wide around the entrance of the tent with "Basali" and looks at Netsurk's back as he moves toward his army stables, which are completely late at night.

"The bad news is that you, who are famous both inside and outside the country, will not be able to carry out the operation with your own arms after the fall of this aerial fortress.

You who are uncomfortable with it pretended to betray the Selisanceum country, which did not set you free, infiltrated the enemy's aerial fortress, and devised measures to manipulate and fall from within.

If it is unacceptable that Alsen Padrick is in a hurry to "be a hero soon," asking Grandor or Maple to get in the air fortress alone at the border crossing, without even thinking that the seniors have worked out a "plan" - and vice versa - then I can help you.

How about Grandor and Maple, who help Arsen to get on single, trying to save Netsurk, who is anxious for the work of a junior who has a confusing activity and has been taken prisoner the other way if he tries to do something?.

There is no major obstacle to either of these four heroic candidates acting "in disregard of the instructions of a military man who has no actual combat experience who will be escorted out tomorrow morning."

- Although there is no doubt the purpose of destroying the Aerial Fortress, it is there that the "heroic candidates" are above all unable to obey it.

(And Netuark gives top priority to Maple's feelings above all)

[I like my country, but I can't believe I'm treated like a "handkerchief" by the politicians who are in a situation where other countries are "naked" like this]

If it's to relieve her of such feelings, even national policy, deceives easily.

[I've noticed this since I got close to him, but a guy named Netuark is the owner of an exclusive idea.]

You're absolutely right, Grandor.

For once, acting like you care for willing soldiers, who are backing you, is only "because your people want it".

Seniors and juniors of the heroic candidate reach the front of the stables where one of those aspiring soldiers is giving me a horse number all night.

He respects the discipline of the Army and salutes it, but it's not supposed to be time for a visit, and he's internally telling us to keep an eye on the movements of the heroic candidates, but he's ignoring them completely.

"Good luck. Will you take my horse's saddle? '

'Yes, I understand. - We've also changed our hooves.'

Until the heroic candidate is imprisoned in time, what is hidden is that the willing soldiers are well informed and hand over a well-maintained saddle.

The horse soldier also asks Arsen, with his gaze, but if the beautiful boy shook his head small and sideways, he salutes again towards Netuark.

"It always helps that you always have the support to use the horse, thank you"

Those who are said to be most sure to thank, thank, take juniors and be heroes, regardless of their position, turn to their beloved horses.

Soldiers - older than Arsen but with the same generation of youth as Netuark - stared as they admired Netuark passing by.

- Netsuark Saxfawn, a person who enjoys and floats to those who make efforts in any position and hates the kind of person who is horsing over power.

If Grandor is liked by 10,000 people and Maple is admired by weak beings, Netuark was often admired by the category of "excellent" people in general.

It is his role to admire from the same generation of such temperament, a minister who is deposed of equality, with a high degree of upliftment who has been denied the efforts he has made.

However, Arsen does not know if it is the true Netsurk.

[That's what Maple said, because I want Netsurk to behave]

(Other than that, you really don't care)

"Shadowy" and this goes to the side of the Rin Horse named by Maple, and the saddle is attached by Netuark in a familiar manner.

'That's good because I just did. "That sounds like Netsurk," Maple said, delighted.

Well, that's what happens when I come back, Arsen. "

Install the saddle briefly and pull it out of the stables with the "Shadow Out" mantra.

Arsene gets behind it.

("A man who behaves like a woman in love is happy", there may also be a view)

I tried to think of it that way, but it also seemed to have "personality, no personality at all".

Eventually, two people and one head proceeding without the light were perfectly lost in darkness.

Going in the "east" direction.

If you rushed all night with a horse in that direction, there is a vast forest that in some ways leads to more representation of the country's boundaries than the customs office.

And the robust aerial fortifications constructed jointly by two enemy countries targeting the territory of Cerisanseum - Subnock and Henrouda - are proceeding at a constant rate.

Alsen found that Netuark crosses his horse gently as his eyes are slightly accustomed to the darkness.

"- I think of my dear companion. The late, Alsen Padrick's solo action.

You'll be in a hurry because your buddy seems to be in captivity, and even if the Aerial Fortress comes up to the border crossing without being able to move around for a day, you won't listen to the heroic candidates who say, "I care about safety."

Because the heroic candidates, with the exception of Netuark, would assume that he is the bearer of a relatively moderate thought.

Even I, some people would think that the "hero candidate" could move as much as they wanted, but that doesn't put the inquirer down.

Grandor, there are places where Maple and I are holding each other down. "

If I said it with so much laughter in it, Netuark covered it up with a black hand wipe with his mouth scratched down his throat.

"If you get information in the finish that I've been taken prisoner, Arsene makes a decision, takes command, singles in, and shuts down the function of an aerial fortress that many of the public are also paying attention to, then you have to admit you're a perfect hero."

So, when Arsen felt laughing over the hand wipe, something glowing green was thrown from the horse, and Arsen was small and took it even as he shouted "wow".

"Communicators - Even though they are, they do not have the ability to communicate. It just glows.

Two days later, on the "east" side of the Fortress, I'm checking that there's a corridor, so I'll set up the other side of the comms.

From there, "infiltrate" in the way Arsen thought. Perhaps the enemy would be on alert at 360 degrees, but the original belligerent pattern makes him feel right to the "west" with Celisanceum.

And I'll "clean" the west side at the border, and I'll "insure" it.

Don't hesitate to come in alone.

And all you have to do is make a "track record" of destroying that aerial fortress and saving a country that can be attacked across the border.

Oh, and don't drop the comms. '

That being said, Netuark disappeared in the woods at night, trying to dissolve in the darkness with his beloved horse.

The next morning, an aristocratic soldier with the rank of general in the army, tasked with "defending the invasion of the two countries", was supposed to have come "out" of the Wang capital to the camp of heroic candidates, but instead panicked.

Without letting it cross the border, guarding Cerisanseum, as soon as we arrived with a great deal cut off, we could not see one of the most "addressed" persons.

It is famous to report that it was thanks to the "gleeful strength" of the two heroic candidate boys that they were able to bring the Selisanceum invasion strategy to a state of truce, which erupted a few years ago.

"Leave it to Netuark Saxfawn and Grandor McGaffin and we'll figure it out.

Even though he had come with that tummy, his plans, if he tried to come, were frustrated by the unsolicited behaviour of a colored boy.

Still, the measures were once, two or three had come to mind, but typically, with Grandor and Netuark at the vanguard, maple the backpack, some new candidates, but they didn't incorporate it.

On the contrary, I was going to use that new candidate as my escort and as much as to serve a beautiful boy with a reputation as an "angel" even in the Wang capital.

- At the end of the day, with the force of Grandor and Netuark, if you order, we'll clean it up.

However, even though I don't know who I came from to refer to as my mentor, I am strong enough to be jealous, but if a clever boy in the role of staff commits a new measure, he will "take over" the measure correctly, even though he is busy and defamatory.

I can't do that.

Then the big brown man smiles quietly but creates a high-pressure atmosphere if he at least tries to escort his own safety and the heroic candidate, also known as the "Houhan".

Even though there is nothing strange about how you behave, if you want me to put you on the side of the escort, I can make you feel like you might get killed.

When this happens, the feelings are restless, and the only woman among the heroic candidates calls upon, blames, and asks Maple, who does not let a prick bite against her.

- How come there's no Netuark?

This makes "no sense" of the command taken from Tuberose by a forceful majority.

Even the Prime Minister, who took root in other aristocratic senators and took command of defending the country, spent a lot of money to favor the breadth of the "house" character.

Netsuark Saxfawn, anxious for the work of an overly good rookie, acted first - and the girl with red hair and eyes, who had been ordered to "monitor" him, reports as pale.

Following that, Grandor opened his mouth, who was on his side for an escort at once.

"For how many minutes, I was in a hurry and blur when I didn't think I could drag the woman I fell in love with down from the queen's candidacy."

In addition, he is excellent and cute on the royal fringe for a new heroic candidate - '

So far, as I said, a junior who was on the side of the line, "best friend" glanced at me upwards, so I closed my successful mouth and laughed bitterly, and then returned to my earlier intimidating smile.

"The good work of not many newcomers could have also contributed to the impatience.

Speaking of which, there were rumors that noble councillors around here made statements that referred to "people" as "objects" and said, "If you're going to deal with Netuark, you can just feed on the maple there", etc.

So maybe he was in a hurry. "

And I said it in front of "the person who spoke."

Then I can't even stroke my head "don't be so angry" small, so I slap my junior hips in the pan.

Then, on the "meeting" street, Arsene rubs his slapped hips against his tight mouth.

"-Netzurk may have known that the general was here because he is also an informant enough to give his Majesty the" Eye of the Eye ".

When a general is in command, he is in a hurry to be unable to set his own rules, and it seems more natural to think that he has gone ahead without them.

In addition, we have now discovered traces of infiltration in the morning.

Last night, Netuark Saxfawn's beloved horse, "Shadowed", dazzled, came back from the direction in which the Aerial Fortress progressed, with only the saddle on.

I'm proud of the speed and movement of the spring. I think I climbed the woods and infiltrated the Aerial Fortress from there. "

"Well, then."

- Netuark will destroy the Aerial Fortress from within.

I wish I could put that in my own hands, as soon as I conveniently interpreted it, the beautifully smiling face of the new heroic candidate, reputed as an angel, would include a cold object in the too neat shape.

"It's just that Netsuerk is better off, infiltrating for a few hours.

If you look at "too little movement," you're probably being held captive. "

The man who went out of his way to become a "commander" from a really beautiful angelic boy who wanted to make him samurai turned pale when he was told a relentless word of despair.

- And the next morning.

"Ha ha, that man would have ended up whiter than Alsen's skin.

Besides, Arsen seems kind enough to say it, and it's nice to slash him on top of the wound. "

That being said, Grandor wields his favorite sword loudly in the shade of a tree, laughing in a good mood, swinging.

"Hey, so he went white and fell asleep - yeah," he's rethinking the operation. "Thanks to you, we're relatively free to move."

Maple was in flexing motion after turning both arms with the glue at a distance from which Grandor's large swing could not be reached.

"Even if I didn't sleep there, I was going to push it forward, so thank you for the good luck you pulled in."

In the end, it was Alsen's strategy to act in the form of "heroic candidates who disobeyed instructions," but the person who became the commander said he would rethink the strategy and lurked in a tent that would be used even for a higher nobility vacation.

"And Grandor, Maple too, thank you so much for your cooperation, sincerely"

- Now it's just words that convey gratitude.

- That's why I'm sure I'll succeed in the way I think about it myself and show it to the "you guys".

Arsen, who had been "up" enough before dawn, stood wrapped in scarlet clothes to "go in alone" beside the two of them with such thoughts and determination.

This time, the fine sword is attached to the "inside" of the scarlet costume, not to the waist, but to the skin so that it attaches to the leather sheath (holster).

Sometimes just in case you were carrying it on your hips as usual to make a big move.

So it was a measure to never come off.

"But I put on a sheath (holster) with the power of the eagle, so isn't it tight? I told him to tie me up pretty strong, so I made it stronger. '

A swing and a sufficiently warm shoulder Grandor asks, with a great sword on his shoulder and a ton.

'Yes, thank you, Grandor.

Father - keep my father's antiquity intact Why, the size is so large, if I wore it by myself, it must have been inappropriate '

The brown senior smiled calmly as the junior naturally spoke of his father.

(If it were my destiny, I would have given my son my favorite outfit with my own hands, and I would have liked to wear it)

That's the idea that comes to mind.

Until yesterday, I can see that the junior atmosphere of strong "father to self" has been dispelled with wonder.

Now it was slight, but it felt heavy - the "complex to an insurmountable hero (of which)" lightened, and Grandor laughed bitterly, realizing that he was sincerely able to support this junior's work.

Well, it's not "comparable" from the beginning.

- Thank you! Grandor.

When I finished helping to attach the leather sheath (holster), I saw an angel with a really happy smile and a "thank you", and the thought spread naturally to my chest.

(What's wrong with children admiring their parents)

I just felt uncomfortable, trying to get myself laid there and put on clothes that didn't fit the dimensions.

And if I could have worn clothes with "inappropriate" dimensions somewhere, like the big guy my junior wanted, I would have acted "like an adult".

In the end, "I want to be a good senior" in front of Alsen, which means he didn't look good on me.

From the successful seniors, I laughed at the white body that still looked luxurious, and the thin sword leather sheath (holster) that tied tightly, but I was delighted with it.

"- I received it from Master Yunfo when I was able to become a hero candidate, and I didn't expect this kind of occasion to come, so I didn't adjust it."

"Well, infiltration is too bizarre in the way Arsen thought -"

When Arsen is happily speaking with Maple, with the sound of Zaah and the wind roaring, it passes after a large chunk of wind pressure makes sure to envelop and pressure the three of them.

All three, without sheltering themselves from the great wind, just narrow their eyes to the strong wind and look up in the direction of the "cause".

Then, one after the other, the vast forest trees were plundered, and with the sound of breaking, the quadrangular shaped aerial fortress was confirmed to the Selisanceum country, "marching" with their own eyes.

"- Here we are, we'll be able to support you, but" single "- Netuark will be waiting for you, alright, Alsen?

'Yes!'

If you hear a clear reply, Grandor used it for a mostly (worn out) state, the finger part fitted with hollow leather gloves and tightened the band tightly on the wrist.

"It must be the east side of the fortress that Netsuerk said, isn't it? That's where the landmarks are. '

With red eyes, on this side - Maple confirms to this "conductor" as he looks at the fortress in the air that is approaching the Selisanceum country.

"Yes, so immediately after the passage of the Aerial Fortress," I said earlier, "I'll jump."

Grandor laughs niggly as she strokes her recently stretched jawbeard with her fingertips out of her hollow gloves to the word "jump".

"I figured it out because it's a light Alsen, and I can, because it's" rough business ".

Netuark, too, you know he's definitely coming, but I don't think this is the way to go. '

"Hey, Alsen is good at magic, so you're thinking it's gonna come" that way. "

Maple smiles beautifully and bravely, inserting leather gloves he is used to.

'Okay, then we're moving to where we prepracticed yesterday!

'Yes!'

Copy that!

If Grandor spoke up on behalf of him, the junior honestly, the synchronization is at all times, responding, crossing and running across each beloved horse.

In equestrianism, Maple, with the best of the four heroic candidates, advances ahead and removes obstacles with a whip of a whip.

Since yesterday, when the "General" pulled into the tent to work out a plan, he arrives at the spot where he kept his support with the three remaining heroic candidates, each of whom descends his horse and arrives at a fixed position.

In a straight line, line up in the order of Grandor, Maple and Arsen.

Alsen's chest gleams green across her scarlet costume as time presses to begin the overly bizarre measures she has heard from her juniors before.

"Arsene, what the hell?

Grandor asks as he opens his legs shoulder-width apart.

"An example comms machine, that Netsuerk said?. You must be the one with the landmark of keeping me on the east side. '

Maple also drops his hips and answers as he stands with his hands on his knees.

'Yes, it is.

But the fortress landmarks are similarly glowing, and this itself doesn't have any communication functions-- Grandor. '

From the chest, throw the "comms machine" built by Netuark.

Because Netsurk also said, "Don't drop it."

"Excuse me, but have it, I'll have to give it back to Netuk later."

"Okay, let's keep it."

Passively stunning for his hand, he sandwiched it in his waist belt.

- I'm here!

With Maple's voice, the three consciousnesses converge and concentrate at once.

Arsene rushes out the moment the Aerial Fortress passes past a heroic candidate lined up in a straight line, trying to lurk.

As she wraps the power of the Spirit of the Wind around her body, she turns to the "stepping stone" of the maple she sets up, and at the moment when she is stepped up, she draws on the power of the Spirit of the Wind she was calling for.

As we amplify the power of the wind we receive from Maple, we "blew" many enemies before, descending to Grandor's sword.

'Go away! Arsen!'

'Yes!'

Not as an attack, but only by the power of the wind, bounces Arsen with a great sword against those whose green glow is at the Fortress of the Air.

The boy, wrapped in scarlet clothes, "shone" with the power of the Spirit of the Wind like a beautiful red bird, and the red bird saw him land in the passage of the green glow - the fortress in the air.

Maple shows Arsen gleaming like a beautiful flaming bird in his red eyes, lifting the edge of his mouth and rejoicing in "Infiltration Success".

'- All right! It worked! Good for you! Gras. - Is that, Grandor?

If the red-haired girl looked back, the big brown man who should be there had disappeared neglectfully.

"That?! Grandor is here too?!

In the passage of a fortress with a raging wind, he holds a junior who "came to the shore", a face that is rarely surprised by the black costume Netuark.

But more calmly than anyone else, it was Grandor who had "no plans to come".

The moment I think I "flew" Arsene, if I think my legs float, I'll be "drawn" at once soon as I speak out.

Maple is also in a situation where he just follows Alsen with his gaze, and the Grandor thing is in his sight, but he is not able to "recognize" it.

And as he was rubbed in the wild wind, he was also drawn towards the fortress in the air, and the junior, who flew first the moment he found out, was seen, by a bad friend, being stopped.

(For now, land!)

Thanks to bad friends, Grandor, who is accustomed to unexpected events, is flexible in his response - landing in the aisle, which is brilliantly balanced and windy, by stepping on the railings provided.

However, these flexibilities were not worn as I wanted them to myself, so I stuffed them the moment I discovered "the friend who made me wear them".

"Oh-mah, did you mess with military tools on your own again?! Netuark!! '

With his short but scorched tea hair under wind pressure, Grandor grabbed Netuark's collar, pinching it between him with his beautiful junior with his opposite hand round his green eyes.

'No, because you gave it to "Arsen," didn't you?! You're innocent this time, this time!

Bad friends are also clean (?) about the flirtatious, and around making excuses like this, I can tell it was really "unexpected," so Grandor sighed his hair up with gussies and wind pressure and stroked it down.

"Um, I can't believe the big man has the power to pull this far either - maybe we should weaken him a little"

If you show the landmarks that emit green light with Alsen in your arms, the "comms" that Grandor should have kept from Alsen are affixed so that they overlap with each other as they shine.

- An "insurance" tool that Netsuerk attributed to a correspondent that his cute junior gave him that he should not fail to infiltrate in case.

It's an "overly powerful magnet" with a tremendous magnetic force.

Arsene is certain to come "once and for all" in some way, so if the flight distance is not enough, it was planted to "attract".

'And, for now, infiltration has been a success, so do something about it before this fortress enters the Celisanceum mainland!. And put it down, Netuark.'

'Oh, right. So let's get your hands off my collar because I want to lower my pretty junior, Grandor.'

"Next time, simulate that comms machine and improve its performance a little bit.

If this happens, I'll help you in the shadows, so good luck, Alsen. '

Without exchanging words in particular, it is a "decision" to fall the Aerial Fortress among the three heroic candidates.

Above all, if you come near that fortress, you can feel it on your skin.

- I'm definitely going to let it fall, but "bones break".

"Ma, it might have been good for the three of us in the Ouray as a result.

- Because it's a lot more suspicious than I thought.

That said, if Netsuruk lowered his junior year, he would pull out his favorite knife, "Shun", equipped with a left and right knife on his hip.

"Ma, it's Arsen who works best."

Grandor also regained his grip on the Great Sword.

'I will make sure that the country and you acknowledge it once and for all!

The boy's face on his back, removing the fine sword from the leather sheath, was radiant.

- As a boy, Grandor remembered the last time he "jumped" with his "friend" and spoke to his "great noble destiny", who was inside him and helped him, but tried hard to keep his silence. Towards the "last stage," he stepped on a pile that separated the river from the road and was jumping.

Before feeling the wind pressure of the sand mix and trying to land, there is Louis, who is trying hard to overlap the power of the god Shawna Kuna (Suzuno) with his own power, and to even the mountains of dirt and sand built with dredging, the earth that has been largely flattened by the wind pressure

The boy's face reminds him of a "friend who was progressing with goals".

To that recollection, Grandor opens his mouth if he feels the Lord of the Great Powers carve a wrinkle between his brows deep inside Grandor, quietly.

"Your life (you) and the eagle may indeed be very similar.

When I used to behave freely, like a boy.

However, since the absence of the Shaw-named Ancient God, who still diligently created the country and became named Lord of the Great Kingdoms (Aotearoa), now that he has both responsibilities and positions, he is able to convey them.

It may not be the way a boy - "friend" believes.

No, Ning, I might say I'm betraying you.

But for once, those Yanks still trust them. "

- Any "person" will surely be happy if it is a country of your own destiny!.

"If you can make time to talk, I'll make it for you - so lend me your" real power ".

If you really want to be on equal footing with the Shaw-named Ancient God!

An ancient God scratches and rises and hands on the sword from the sheath, within the Grandor to the word "reciprocity".

- The earth of gravel and soil, made of stripping, shall be consolidated evenly, and the earth shall be made a nation.

"Louis, do the finishing! Avoid it!

He growls, makes a roaring noise into the cloudy valley, sets the Great Sword on the upper level, and Grandor descends.

Shake the earth with Don, and create a land that can be inhabited by any man who pushes the earth with force incomparable to that of the even side of the "boys".

- Less famous Godzilla!

The sorrowful voice of your life echoes.

To the power that was too great, I had avoided it, but the Shaw-named Ancient God - Louis was blown away, and the figure of a white outfit was dancing inside.

- I see. Is this part of the truth?

"Grandor, get me a grapenil!

Netuk's voice gets in my ear.

"I get it!

At the same time of landing, he replies briefly, lays a great sword on the sheath at his waist, and in the dust he has caused, chases Louis of the Shaw-named Ancient God "blown away by the power of nation-building" with the eyes of the colour of the earth.

"Over there!

With the aftermath of his great destiny and Grandor's unleashed power, the young man's light-hearted body blinks the sleeves of his white outfit - falling into the gorge if he stays like this.

"Oh man, apparently you lose your mind, Grapenil!

But was it enough to "lose your mind"?

Spit out the words with your mouth, and with your head in doubt, be aware of your left wrist, which has a gold bracelet aligned with your best friend.

Then the divine club Grapenil distorts the space around the gold bracelet and grabs a glimpse of it appearing in bundles in a supple red string state.

"Get those" flirtatious lads "!

He poured consciousness and his magic into the red string and threw grapenil with warm force.

The string of the divine club, tasting and tying the fiery pig, brilliantly draws the will of the servant.

It's supposed to be just a red string movement, but it's still a movement that makes you feel divine and supple, flexing, extending - its red tip crosses the blowing boy's body, brilliantly tangles, and winds away.

"All right!"

At the moment when the feeling of certainty was felt with the red string remaining at hand, the red straight line extended from the stage where it was made new, along with the sound of "bing" and grapenil extending, grabbing the little flying god.

Inside himself, God, who had tasted and made the country, pulled the string after confirming his appeasement, and took the disciple beside him with the sound of a "bosun" the flirtatious lad who had been bound by a red string.

"Well, now the ritual is over."

The dust raised with the exotic God flows and pulls on the wind.

An eight-horned (octogon) newly created earth stage in the middle of the river, known as a beautiful gorge, that shreds both ends of the river, tramples on the sand that builds up like a mountain.

If you snort the soles of the grass shoes and gaze at the nearest "shore" due to the dust flowing away and the stage being made, a beautiful best friend wearing the "scarlet costume" that I remember earlier stands with his "sister" wearing a white and black dress.

"Jesus, Alsen, I told you not to push it. Eliphas, stop him if he's your best friend."

Sigh slightly, lowering the disciple's body and gripping the pattern of the great sword he had just laid down.

"If you can't do it -" You're gonna die. ""

Grandor was laughing.