Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Is it a" comms machine "? It seems a lot too old for that."

I'm also concerned about Arsen, but he has no magical talent at all, and the boy dedicated to making things on holiday was also keenly interested in and familiar with the "machine" he said.

However, in this world, where magic prevails, the power source has many objects using things such as spiritual stones packed with "magic" after many years, and the development of the machine itself is lagging behind.

Ars was given a "poi" by Netuark, which is also filled with such spiritual stones in the center.

When I was just here in Robrow, "separate rooms for men and women" meant that, unlike what a man named Netuark, who had infiltrated this territory before from a rabbit sage, had brought to me pretending to be a servant, it was largely "obnoxious".

As Ars also said, the "type" was old, and when I remembered it in the military school textbook, it was used before I was born, in the form of a communications machine.

"Besides, the Spirit Stone, which is filled in the center, condenses the magic of the Spirit of the Wind, so it's supposed to be a green object."

What is filled in the center of the communication machine given by Netuark is black, which can only be described as "pitch-black," and is gotten as filled without being polished.

"- That's, like, McGaffin, and I'm glad you're not afraid anymore."

Ars's gaze did not lean over, and Louis of the Shaw-named Ancient God (Suzu Nako) and Grandor of the Great Self Destiny (Ohimochi) stood by during the stage to gaze at the "earth" that was evening the dust and sand built up by the stripping, but Netsuruk opened his mouth.

"That's a request from Grandor, and it's still a much improved form of communications machine, Mr. Ars.

Still, it's awesome dust because it's "stupid power" and even at the end.

I can't see it because the sand and dust won't clear inside - Grandor, get me a grapenil!

Suddenly, Netuark flies "instructions" out loud, and Ars rounds his empty eyes.

Then something with a white colour popped out of the smoke that woke up after stripping.

"- Yeah, is that you Louis?!

As they told me, the communication machine that was handed to Netuark without creation, I try not to drop it, so that it is sandwiched inside the lightly equipped breastplate of the military uniform.

"- I get it!

If you thought you could hear Grandor's loud voice echoing in the valley from where it's still wrapped in dust, it's somewhere else (over there)! The voice continues.

Louis' body has worn white outfitted sleeves, flying high enough, but he's already been pulled by gravity and is about to start falling.

"Mr. Netsuark, Louis, with magic or something..."

With that said, Ars kicks at the stage and stops Netsurk from grabbing his shoulder with a big hand as Gasili tries to jump out to a place in the gorge where a nasty boy is likely to fall.

"It's okay, Mr. Ars."

"Get those" flirtatious lads "!

Following the colored man, a big brown man's voice echoes and something pops sharply out of the dust, just like Louis earlier.

It was a far-sighted red string that extended in a straight line to the white outfit that was beginning to fall, capturing Louis' upper body perfectly, along with the uniquely noisy "bin".

"Grandor will protect what he decides to protect."

Such a Netuark voice sounds beside Ars, in the wind.

"- Right, and, ah?!

I accidentally followed "this way" in a statement by Netsuerk earlier, but as a soldier, I recall that the "Apricot" escort was also part of the mission.

Then somewhere on the stage, there was no other escort.

The figure of a female knight who should be protecting a black kitten accordingly has also disappeared neglectfully from the top of the stage.

(As planned, Mr. Dinfare followed me to the Lordship's escort)

Sometimes the land pattern was annoying when it came to men and women, and during the ritual, escorts were carried out together, but when acting differently, they were proposed by Dinfare, and Ars followed suit.

- With Rye on Rico, I ask Lord Apricot, Ars is very difficult for three of us on his own, but Lord Netsuerk, Lord McGaffin and Lord Louis.

- During the ritual, the "dance" of devotion to the gods and the Spirit is of paramount importance, so in the meantime, they will also act together, and as escorts, the highest priority will be to ensure that it is not disturbed the most.

- At the end of the day, Dinfare was mouthing "advice" to Ars as he carved a vertical wrinkle on his smooth forehead.

- Ars, be careful with Lord McGaffin and Lord Louis, whatever they may be.

Dinfare continues to talk with his eyes as he shakes his glossy chestnut hair about a lord wearing a mask who is thus his main escort.

- I have worked with Lord Netsuerk for a little while.

I saw it in the courtyard early in the morning, watching the "cause" that I didn't think was "just a little edge" in the exchange between Netuark and Dinfare, but I wisely perceived that even the natural boy should not pinch his mouth there, and waited for the Dinfare story to continue.

- It's really difficult to escort him in time and in some cases.

Ars nods honestly, Dinfare continues his words.

- Unlike the royal family we go to every day, he doesn't care about the presence of those he escorts.

- I don't even really think it's necessary, so don't worry about this role or position, when you want to be alone, be alone.

- When we're all acting, we're still okay, but it's the most careful thing when we're "alone".

Then, he would be his main escort who put his arms together and started a meeting with Netuark, exhaling his little breath as he watched Apricot.

- So, so, perhaps, if I'm going to escort you this time, it's like the heterosexual version of that Lord Netuark, so that even if Lord Apricot and I suddenly dazzle each other, we won't panic.

As if she had anticipated the situation, as Dinfare said, her escort, Apricot, had really neglected to disappear from the stage where she had been earlier.

Now you're doing exactly what Mr. Dinfare said.

♪ I'll be most careful when we're alone ♪

There must be Mr. Grandor and Mr. Louis downstairs.

With that in mind, the last thing Grandor did as a finish, a great deal of dust rode in the wind, slipping through the waters of the purified gorge and clearing up.

In it, I was able to spot Grandor holding Louis in his arms with the red string I saw earlier.

"Good, Louis. Looks like you're safe."

The earth of the octagon has been successfully built.

Besides, this should be the end of the dredging ritual.

"When you're done, you'll see Sage, won't you, Ars?"

Almost there, Lily.

"Hey, it looks like you arrived earlier than planned."

The cold, calm voice of a conductor who flips over to speak gently in his heart to his young, adorable colleague reaches his ear.

The Wang Capital is so riddled and tidy that there is a boy's support group, wrinkled between his eyebrows on its face, and when he looks at Netsuerk's face, the conductor sticks his hands in the green coat and moves his jaw small to indicate "the other side".

Ars voices his doubts while pointing his empty eyes at "the other side" so that he can follow it.

"What is" the other side "? - And, uh, Master Grandor!?

In the corner of the octagonal earth, the big man, wrapped in a brown ritual costume, is pulling out again the great sword he had laid on his sheath until earlier.

"Mr. Netsuark, are you saying that somewhere, even the enemy..."

If you look at the blinding conductor who sharpened the eye area beside you, and then the next time you follow the end of the gaze that Grandor, who pulled out his sword, would be pointing at, you'll see incredible.

"-Alsen, Sa, ma?

Ars wears a scarlet costume that he has never seen before, in what he can tell is beautiful from a distance.

Grandor says something in a voice that goes low and good, but Ars can't hear me.

However, all nerves and concentration are directed towards a kind and beautiful person who yearns like his brother.

- Nice, I didn't hesitate to "fight" with you once, Grandor.

- Referring to me as my best friend, bluffing me, that attitude of guardianship.

- I don't suppose you've ever thought about how much you were breaking my heart.

- Salamandel!.

A magnificent lizard that burns red and looks beautiful, worthy of a demon swordsman wrapped around a beautiful scarlet costume.

The voice of the admirer was all strange and heard, Ars said.

Oh, dear Arsen, I've seen it before.

And I was also slightly shocked by the first time I had ever seen a person conceive of harsh emotions.

In the corner of its glistening Ars vision, a red and black bat enters - in the direction of the earth in the gorge with Arsen, winged down.

"Oh, Alsen, you can't keep Mrs. Chancellor of Hell while you get your hands on Mr. Rico."

While Netsuruk couldn't even react to the fact that he was calling his name, not his last name, he went in to blend in with Alsen's fine sword, where the lizard had been pulled out.

"Well, again, I'd like to call it a" lookout, "but this one's also a" customer, "Mr. Ars."

That said, Netsuruk turned his back to Arsen, who did not know what the reason was Grandor, under the "turn right" policy.

"Mr. Netsuark, what do you mean," customer "?

Ars, on the other hand, is still gazing at the unbelievable sight, chasing a bat with a color he has never seen that came into view earlier.

After Arsen with a red and black bat winged and a sword down and wrapped around his wax pointed at Grandor...

It stood in the hands of a woman with a rich breast, wrapped in white and black dresses, as you can see from here.

That woman...

- Because my dress looks like 'eye poison for young people'. He did say that, kind man.

- Lily, it's easy stuff, but I brought it!.

When I was just here, for the hungry Lily, she hurried to make rice balls and bring them to me.

Recently, I became a friend, a benefactor if you look at it sht, someone like "Arsen" for Ars.

"- How could" Eliphas "?!

Unexpectedly speaking to my voice. I was so surprised, but he seems to grasp the reason and speak eloquently, the conductor next door keeps looking back and doesn't answer Ars' question.

"Oh, I guess attractive body women still attract more interest to boys of their age"

"Master Eliphas is not just physically attractive, sir"

"- Huh?!

(Who?!)

When I put it in my mouth, I put a rude wording on my chest, and to a voice I had never heard, Ars also looked back, pointing in the same direction as Netuark.

The newcomer soldier is anxious to remain unaware of the "signs" looming near him, although he still does not even know what is happening behind him.

When I looked to the side, the conductor, who appeared to have "noticed" first with his arms together, was observing the target.

The opponent, at some point, stood at the edge of the stage to oppose Ars and Netuark.

A tall, gray-haired, magnificent man stands following a man in butler clothes just like the boy in Ars - Stu or Ato wears.

The only decisive difference was where the tall gray-haired man was carrying someone.

"Is that, lord?!

Mr. Dinfare was supposed to be escorting us.

"- Farenosis, in the honor of Lord Dinfare, let me tell you something, Ars."

A colored man standing beside Ars pushes up his glasses with his long middle finger, while Ars opens his mouth with a sharp gaze at the "newcomer" carrying the apricot without looking.

"Dinfare, she was definitely escorting.

However, my similiar friend, Lord Apricot, walked away from Lord Dinfare's escort because of his brilliant "deception" and "acting".

And that's what happened when I asked Lord Apricot to stay out of danger.

I'm like a plague god to her, so I helped her get away from me in a safe place.

It's just that, Ars, what you're about to say may be the most important piece of information.

"Dendrobium phalenosipus is beyond the gates of the barracks, intact".

And Lord Apricot matched up with the person he's losing now, and apparently lost.

Still three to one, and I think you should have done well. "

For not answering the question earlier, Netuark now explained to the new soldier of the escort next to him in a language rich in redundancy (redundancy).

But even with that long explanation, there were too many places where the new soldier was not convinced.

"So, but it's weird.

'Cause Mr. Dinfare and the lord disappeared a long time ago, and there's a lot of distance to the barracks.

Plus, if we had a fight, three on one, I'd be on the other side (there) - as far as I can see, only those with Lord Apricot and those in butler clothes similar to the Stuts.

If there are three of you, where is the other one?! "

Now if Ars returned it with a long question, Netuark makes a patty noise with the long fingers he was giving away his glasses.

And for this person I had a rare, loving smile.

"You seem to have convinced Ars that Dinfare is safe.

As for the "lag" of time, please wait, I will try to explain it to you.

So - I'm also the third person Lord Apricot has dealt with - no, I'm more concerned about the "third body" than that.

"Call it in," what the hell happened?.

"The Empress is young, but I don't even think she's lightly restored her powerful presence."

With his arms together, he now puts his ringing finger against his jaw, narrowing his tinted eyes, and Netuark is gazing at two of his "guests".

He had his gaze toward the taller person, who was ultimately negative for apricots, and his fingers on his lips.

The tall man with white hair laughs nii and looks back at Netuark with Apricot on his back.

"What, you just got it delivered where it belongs.

Sure, the array may have a "serious" role, but the person has no sense of it, nor is it labeled a person's "calendar".

Besides, if you were here, it wouldn't be easy to hold a key with your frozen hands, would it?, "Schlusselbundel" Nettuark? "

The last one the grey-haired person said was an exotic word and could not be heard by Ars, but I can only tell that he called the name of a colored man.

"Mr. Netsuak, do you know him -?"

And if we could, we wanted to ask if it was an "enemy" to us.

Even though he says he "fought" Apricot, he carries her on his back like this.

If you say "hostile" to it, it seems more like it was time to interrupt the ritual earlier to target the lord of a territory called Robrow.

Sometimes the aristocratic "match" is used in the sense of an arm's length test, Ars was trying with all his heart to calm his thoughts down to a calm form.

Otherwise, immediately the boy can't contain the feeling that his hand is about to reach for the sword pattern. Knowing or not how it feels to be such an escort knight, Netuark moves his lips slowly.

"Well, I know your name, but to be honest, it's the first time we've met."

I've been slurring and rolling words out of my mouth before, but I came here and at a slow pace Netsurk starts talking and continues.

"That one and if you say so with my involvement." Seniors at the same workplace ".

No, the "founder" of my workplace - oh, rather than "chick-shaped."

"So this is Mr. Netsuruk's senior in the King's Intelligence Unit?"

Oh, but then, the founder, huh? "

Als' tolerance has been exceeded since the beginning of the conversation.

It's beyond tolerance, but if you're a boy named Ars Trad, you have the flexibility to talk in an orderly fashion about what leads to the phenomenon that's happening right now, and to accept "events" - and "rabbit sage" thinks.

(But I guess "yet" general history and the "reality" of the current situation are enough for you, Ars.)

If we can do this, Netuk hopes to live "normally" and end his life as a human being, regardless of whether he continues to be a soldier.

It's just that the people around here are a cast that can "crush" common sense.

"If it's easier said than done, the first red and black coat I wore, remember, Mr. Ars?

"Yes, it did bear a sign of the emblem (as evidenced by the seal) with the rubber and rubber."

When Netsuerk and Ars begin such a conversation, the person across the stage carries him from the form of carrying Apricot to the side and towards the edge of the stage.

The boy who looked like a butler also looked like he was taking care of them all.

I felt no malice or anything about the move, so the escort boy was chasing with his eyes but listening to the conductor's explanation.

"Yes, that coat is holding Lord Apricot now, and he was making the coat into a chick that he loved.

The original (original) was made by the Royal Tailor Steiner family's predecessor, Lord Shakyak Steiner. It's not as good as the Kings made it, but it has a lot of protection.

That person himself would not have intended to have carried out intelligence activities, but that activity had produced nothing unobstructed in rephrasing him as an intelligence agent.

Much helped by his work, His Majesty the King wanted to create such an active department at his disposal and was able to do so.

It's intelligence work, so it's not such a large area unit, but it's still better to have an "all together" object to take control, which means that he created the red and black coat that was more wrapped up in it and the "Eye-ear" crest.

I honestly don't need to put my coat on. "

At the end of the explanation, the grey-haired person lay Apricot on the edge of the stage, once again pointing his body toward Netuark.

"Smart as it sounds, it explains my relationship with you in" truth only, "- for now, it sounds like you should call me by the name of" Netuark. "

Netsuak says, Even the king is king, "Gloriosa, the king of the earlier generations".

And I can see that, Pean Vinegar was laughing, Rock was sinking his feelings and darkening his expression. In response to Pean, Netuark was shaking his colored head vertically.

"That's right, unless you're on top of your job in a position, I don't prefer to call you" mr. "from an older age, so please, call me by name.

In many ways, I'm your junior. "

- Even in the sense of "wise man". After telling him that with only his gaze, Netuark leaves one step forward - not distracted by Ars, but takes a sheltery cheap position from the front.

"I don't know what to call you, including your butler.

What's wrong with that, not wearing your favorite red and black coat and what does it look like?.

Do you feel like you can't wait to take off your heavy armor and be light and happy? "

The tall figure with white hair looked like he was wearing it everyday on one of the classy simple shirts like he had just taken off one jacket, and still laughed toward Netuark. Then he also looked depressed, hugging the butler's boy's shoulder in a gut.

"Man, it's certainly easy, you're actually light.

What, in honor of the vessels that have shaped us so far in this world, if the vessels themselves have given us this way, it is the role of those who stand above them that make their power easiest to come out, isn't it?

If you've said that much, if you've turned laughter into nii people's bad stuff and shown it to the butler, the boy hangs up. Yet - smiles.

In that appearance, Netuark was engraving a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, fortunately not looking like Ars. Towards such a "junior," he makes a serious look, and Pean stares.

"The gentle figure of King Xian is the" most secure figure "of my Lord and my wife.

My wife wants to settle for me and the other one wants to pull me in, so she went to the other side first.

I thought you wouldn't give me the keys from the Lord of Key Bundles.

But by chance, it was a miracle to know that my Lord was already here. "

That being said, Pean sticks his hand in his trouser pocket and makes it gossip.

- Sir, he's in the back pocket.

When the Lord noticed that he had apparently quickly forgotten where to clean up the tools he had just used, the butler spoke unexpectedly.

"Oh, yeah, thanks." Rock. "

Als reacts to the way he sticks his hand in his butt pocket as the grey-haired man smiles and thanks the butler boy, who is on his side enough to lean over his shoulder.

"Rock,?

I look over the green coat of a tall Netuark standing shoulder-width apart in front of me, a brunette like a blue blend in pitch black, a boy about my age whose face is neat but whose kindness seeps out more than that.

"Rock" simply shuts his mouth firmly and slowly to Ars' voice and gaze, showing no further reaction.

Pean compared the two boys, albeit slightly, and stroked his butler's head gently with a pompous and accustomed trick with the hands of those who were not looking.

"You have a butler who can improvise a simple 'sealed Ethereal Ball (Sapphire)' with raw materials.

In the meantime, the Empress just called me in.

Neither did Pean dare react to Ars' words, and from where the butler told him, Pean let him take out a blue mineral of considerable size at his long fingertips.

Ars only got the impression that if it polished, it would be what he called a sapphire of gems, while Netsuerk gazed at it and laughed joyfully.

If you have switched the "sight" of a colored eye, in that gem, find the Ice Empress - Nibble - who is contained.

"I miss it, I remember my sister-in-law used to make it for me, too.

I always do my best for the Lord, Deacon.

But, Deacon. Isn't it true that Lobo Lords Apricot Vinegar, who sleeps at the edge of the stage, had something like that just to help him with his research, just to take it from his grandfather and father?

Just a little, sharpen the words, and Netuark asks the butler standing "beside" the tall man with the gray hair.

"- I am"

"What did your Lord want from you?

- Rock, sman, sorry, sorry!.

"I should have told you that it was a job to say the words, but also in the courtyard," Netuark.

The happiness of this butler cannot be beside those who "looked like this".

Once the wise man with the crown of recklessness locked his talent in the box in order to break his bond with me. "

As soon as he heard the words "box," Netsuerk laughed niggardly.

"Even if you say so, if you think about it," me and the butler "are not exchanging words directly," Belzebub "lord?

From a tall person with grey hair who doesn't know what to call it, before he could get a response, the colored man defined his name as "Belzebub".

"Well, Mr. Locke, the butler, gave me a lot of favors."

Please tell Miss Apricot about her happiness as a 'person', a 'woman', a 'girl'.

And on top of that, Mr. Pean taught me how difficult it is to think of friendship and people.

In that calm voice of old age, remembering what had been wished for in the courtyard, he compared Belzebub to after staring at Rock, who had become the boy's figure.

To the name that Netsuruk called upon the "Lord", the deacon's boy, while clearly wolfish, does not attempt to move from being beside himself.

Netuk spins more words out of his thin, wide lips as he chases after it.

"- Me too, I'm aware of my approximate personality, I'm quite impotent, but I'm not losing your real" husband "either"

If you let go of the fingers that were on your lips and played with your pussy at shoulder height, the Pentagon floated in the center of the stage where you danced with energy and kamikaze.

From there a strong wind blew rough, but only Ars narrowed his empty eyes, and Netuark, Belzebub, and Rock did not shake their eyes at all.

"Now I've told my husband that Belzebub, who looks just like him, has he forgotten that he used a" box "ban to pull him apart on purpose?

"Mr. Rock"? "

Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin and Netuark now play their fingers six times, and more six-man star shapes emerge among the five stars that were floating in the center of the stage.

- Sir.

Let me turn your talent into a Pandora's Box.

"I don't want you to get in trouble like you might lose your life."

"I want to continue to do well with a disease called" Rock, "which taught me to thank you. If I could, I'd like to continue my" fringe "as someone with you like that, as long as I know it's a disease but even be careful '

- A lot of words were produced, thinking about rock.

"" Please forgive me, God, for I want to spend the same time with my loved ones, who seem like family members. "" Please forgive me for my work in trying to pick up the big talent buds of my loved ones in the future. ""

To try and continue to spend the same time together, Netuark drags out and mouths the words that the Lord, Pean, thought to his heart when he called Pandora's Box, a forbidden technique, out of the "blood covenant" where much information was elaborated and braided.

And that's the word of the "Lord" I heard with the intent of "The Last Dark Magic" before the butler put his talent in the box.

The butler boy overflowed the word of the Lord with tears - but still does not move beside Belzebub.

And from where he was held by Belzebub, who looked like his husband, he wipes his tears as he stepped forward, bends his arms respectfully, and bows deeply.

"- I'm sorry, no matter how much your husband's words were arranged"

When he lifts his lowered head and stretches out his bent arm, as if by magic, a thin wand emerges, and if the boy holds the pattern, the long wand becomes a thin sword.

"If your husband's figure, the presence with his voice, were beside you, the lock would be there."

Bunn, if you waved a thin sword, the black wind that was sent out of its blade tip rose, and the demonic squares that Netuark supposedly summoned disappeared.

"Hmm, I guess my" imitation "is just weak -"

"That's what I'm talking about, Netuk. - Mm-hmm."

When Belzebub delivered the pale jewel into his large palm and returned it again to the place where it had been ordained earlier.

Netuark's colored eyes are marked by a shaking golden hair with a strong waist.

While pulling out his sword, the escort knight boy leaves in front, avoiding the conductor weaving a green coat that stood to shelter himself.

"I don't know what's going on or what's difficult about magic.

But if you are going to do an attitude in front of yourself of the conductor, Lord Netsurk Saxfawn, even after the ritual is over, then I will rule myself out as an escort knight.

By analogy, that is Mr Netsuerk - even if he is a senior of Lord Netsuerk, Lord Belzebub, who became the ancestor of the intelligence unit formed by His Majesty Dagger Sunflower to preserve the peace of the country, and Lord Rock, his butler!

Ars calls the two names that stand, "as they were called" by Netuark, and the tall man with the gray hair, as they called the butler's boy.

"Ahahahahahahaha!"

"Kuhhhhhhhhhh!"

After hearing Ars' proclamation, a man with tinted and gray hair laughed almost simultaneously across the two "boys".

"Mr. Netuak, why are you laughing!

It seems to have stuck with the boulder and the "gentle Ars."

But the concentration of the escort boy never breaks, nor turns around, but is directed at a boy of the same name as a gentle old butler working in the lord's mansion (Yashiki) of this land, with empty eyes and the blade of his sword in his hand.

(Hmm, the "angry way" looks like Arsene, Mr. Ars)

I plugged my hand into the inside of my coat, letting that feeling be included in my gleaming expression.

"No, I'm sorry. Something unexpected happened.

I'm sorry for being so disrespectful, but I'm the type of person who laughs when something unexpected happens. "

The name "His Majesty the King" given by Ars was, personally, a "laughing point," but if it was in the light of "reality," the words given by the boy sounded more correctly on the chest of Netuark than anything else.

"Really, Ars, if you do what you have to do, that's fine.

So when something unexpected happens, it makes you laugh, and maybe this is the same thing on the other side?

By the time that was said, Netsurk lined up next to Ars as he took the knife out of his chest.

"Mr. Netsuark"

The Cavalier boy of the escort cannot tell anyone who finds him stronger than himself to hold back very much.

"Absolutely. You're right, that's ironic. I just told my wife to be careful not to hurt her, but I didn't know this one would be tied to that word."

With that said, Belzebub pulls out the "old dagger", which is finished with his left arm raised, along with a slightly sweeping sound, and this one lines up next to the butler.

"Rock, I know it's tough, but I need a man of color."

"So, Ars, you're better off with that gray-haired piece of shit."

The moment we taller together said so, the two boys replied "Yes," and the four legs moved together on the stage.

"It's a shame to be honest with you, my lord."

That's what Belzebub said to flush the first wave of Ars, and when Rock played the thrown knife of Netourc, one gunshot echoes in the valley in the rear.

"It's late, Mr. Stu."

Netuark laughed, avoiding the butler's thrust.