Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"That fantastic animal, you flew away as soon as you thought you'd stopped by the street that there was a stage.

How far are you going?!

"Shortly after Stu fired his gun," he flew along the shoreline of the valley, and Griffon went to the top of it with a taunt - the figure was invisible from the octagonal stage.

"It didn't look good in the shadows, but it looks like Arsene and Eliphas went on that Griffon's back."

With a woody feel, Grandor mouths the names of the first two people on board.

To tell the truth, I could see another golden man's head in his earth-colored eyes, but I don't speak there.

But in the eyes of the boy who was a businessman standing next to him, when he saw something that looked like the head of a natural friend he had recently become friends with, he wondered what Grandor had not said.

"Tan" in the ear and the sound of the sole kicking something into the ear, the two of you on the octagonal stage are that way - lowering your gaze up and turning towards you.

A wise man in a colored hair and green coat "jumped" in his sight holding someone.

And then I land on a steep slope that leads all the way to the streets and gorges, and I slide down - I make sure it falls and I come.

"Is that Mr. Netsuerk?

"You seem to have someone - because of the size of your body, Ars has different hair colours.

Well, as always, he's clever. "

With that said, Grandor ran out in the direction of falling, not knowing who his best friend was.

"Oh, wait"

Stu followed suit.

"The person Mr. Netuark has, the outfit looks like butler clothes, but Ato is that secret base over there, and now he's supposed to be wearing a coat the same color as me."

"Does that mean who" that "Netsuerk has?

On his wide left shoulder, he holds a man who looks like a boy on his abdominal crawl, and his right hand raises his middle finger the gradient up to the gorge with no path, paying off grass flowers that can be obstacles, or sometimes round glasses that are likely to fall.

We had packed our distance from each other and arrived in front of the octagonal earth, with Netsurk giving us more smoke first.

Stu, shouldn't I keep it in my belt?

"Okay."

I know you've put the Grandor sword in the sheath of your hips, but Stu also obeys what Julian the gun says.

"Hey Grandor, haven't seen you in minutes"

"So, who are you holding this time -, dude?!

Grandor looks out at the person his best friend is holding on his shoulder.

"Who is it, the - what?

Shut also keeps an eye out.

The way the boy is hanging on the shoulder of a colored person is similar to the atmosphere of a really familiar person and reminds me.

- Brother Stu, I'm sorry.

Not intentionally, but "brother" face like he's "crying" when he fails.

Though not Ato, it was reminiscent of the person I wanted to apologize for, seeing "my brother" himself, who was still about to spill tears.

"You've seen this guy before, haven't you? Mr. Stu.

So, you gave Dinfare and Rye the unicorn you called in using Lily's hair.

Now, how do I get you to go up there? "

Just saying what I wanted to say, slowly, Netuark lowered the butler clothes boy he was holding from his shoulder.

The butler's boy silently stood up on the spot and shuddered his lips slightly at the appearance of his "brother" wrapped around a red and black coat in front of him.

Stutt was stunned when the appearance overlapped with that of his "brother" and that of "seen", staring at the person Netsurk had brought with him.

Julian, the gun that fits in his waist belt, doesn't talk about anything now either.

Teng himself, who made that situation, looked back and looked up far above the valley where Griffon had gone up.

"- You mean put a piece on it somewhere else."

Grandor stands beside Netuark in a ceremonial outfit tainted with sand smoke without saying anything more, if he glimpses the solidifying "brothers".

Netuark also nodded in the form of a dirty coat with sand smoke until he came down here.

"Well, I want to top it off."

"" At the top "is your" sexual content. "

"I don't deny it. But the results may be different, but I think if we can settle this in the same time, we should put it on.

It's a gift, Grandor, a "comm machine."

While knocking off the dust on the dirty coat with the smoke, the "chatter" sounds a little late and sounds heavy enough to pass the comms.

"- It just seems a lot noisy to me with the name" comms "I saw about eighteen years ago."

Lift the handed "comms" and observe them narrowly, but they only look like "then" military comms that are out of shape in this day and age.

By having this comms machine in my hands, I can't help but remember Alsen.

'The mould is old and simple in structure, but it has good basic performance.

I have never been able to get around small, but even trainees who are not familiar with magic are sometimes easy to handle, and I still use them in my training.

Good things are good things, no matter how much time passes'

Before going out for agricultural training, if I said I might use a communications machine, my junior colleagues put together a collection of materials from among the military appliances, including minutes from quitting the army from the time Grandor was there.

In doing so, he took this and stared at this wooden comms machine with beautiful green eyes, more than performance, with "nostalgia".

In the end, the "rabbit sage" in the comms machine thought about Ars who couldn't use magic, and Grandor turned it into a story about what kind of souvenir would be good for juniors, and it became clear.

"- Definitely" on the way, "don't drop it.

Well, don't worry, Grandor's performance has improved since then. "

That "rabbit sage" - Netuark, hearing him talk about the comms machine again now, exhales small from his nose and grabs a tool made by a friend who nostalgically had it "badly eyed" and stares him in the brown hand.

"If you think you flew Louis the same way you used to, you're going to go up here the same way."

That said, I gently loosened the bands of the ceremonial outfits and wrapped them around the gaps, pinching them definitively.

"I don't know how I gave it to you, Stu, because I haven't talked to you, but if you gave up the unicorn to Dinfare, who shut it down, then this is the only way left.

If you were caught in a ceremonial outfit, it would be possible for Grandor to fly with two boys on either side.

Netsurk still stares at his "brothers" who don't utter a word while confronted.

Grandor, who can do the magic, somehow finds out who the "butler" boy is when Stu sees the ring in his pinky finger.

"- What about Louis?

Grandor looks back after he has definitively wound the telecommunications machine in his belt and sees the disciple he plans to make his righteous son lying in a safe place on the octagonal earth.

The nasty boy still closes his eyes and doesn't look to wake up.

(- No, are you "trying not to wake up"?)

Grandor, whether you know the thought or not, the sage of colour opens his mouth.

"I'm thinking right now whether it's time to solve the state of the Shaw-named Ancient God (Sukunako) or not.

Lord Apricot has already solved the state of the Divine Nest, so can Grandor solve the state of his life?

If you don't figure it out, you can't use "planting" under it, right? "

"I don't know, Netuark found out."

I grin bitterly as I stroke my successful thick neck with my big hand.

The belt was tightened again, but the belt was not fixed loosely.

With the earlier "interaction," Grandor has thrown all the throwing knives he was supporting, and the ritual is over, using a band of outfits to wrap up the comms, but that's all.

"Well. I wonder if Alsen was worried or predictable at the time I found out.

So, I thought you noticed what your "best friend" was up to.

So, our angel is "very angry", ignoring the commander's orders, and "disturbing" the situation in addition to "cross spears".

The seniors venerated by the Angel Hall likewise, disregarding the feelings of the conductor, transverse spear intrusion during the ritual.

Originally, at the time of this intrusion, the ritual is over as planned.

So I was supposed to have Grandor pull me off and go to the other side of the precinct - I should have.

Now on the upper stage, Lord Apricot, who is working hard to buy me time, and me, I was going to finish it off in this land that I had built.

And then, when it comes to "The Ice Spirit Surprise of a New Soldier," I never thought I'd meditate on "The Eye of a New Soldier."

If that's what you said, no sound, long fingertips, and a knife coached by a brown man next door, Netuark sets up.

"So, from Grandor's point of view," Ars Trad "didn't look worthy of Arsen Padrick's cauldron?.

Maybe Grandor got scared of your "vessel talent", Ars?.

Or did you feel like you had a brother, Ars, and you were afraid of Arsen, who was happy about you?

"As for that, meditate on the" Eye of the Eye "again for what it will do now."

With a smile called and admired by the good guys and the people, but with unlimited "dark eyes," Grandor "asks" his longest best friend to go out with him.

He confirmed it by moving only the tiny eyes, and let Netuark breathe out of his nose in a small way, and then let him gaze at his wide shoulders.

"Oh, come on.

I like you, too, Ars, but most of all, the idea is that Lily's normal, people-like life should be guaranteed.

Now that Lily likes you, Ars, I can help you.

At that time, I could have guessed Grandor was chewing one, but it was before Arsene was there, and I didn't die because of Dr. Azami's cage, so I "pretended to be angry" and kept my mouth shut with the intention of giving back my favor to my best friend.

Though I didn't think I'd ever "crush" an unconscious, good young man's vessel.

Knife, is one enough?

The last time I laugh lightly, I give my best friend the knife I was putting out for mild intimidation.

Grandor laughed bitterly as he received the knife and nostalgic.

"With one, we'll figure it out on our own later.

When I tried to clean up "rambling" at that time, I was going to be polite this time.

I don't know if you'll forgive me, but before Arsene runs out of magic, we need to drag him from the heights first.

Even if the "flow" is different, Lord Apricot will come to this stage, right?

"Right, so, before they come, the Grandors have to go up there."

"Confirm, but at the same time, you want to clean it up somewhere else, right?"

To Grandor's question, Netuark nodded, thinking.

"Up and down at a distance, in two places simultaneously," unlock the key that is locking the object of interest ".

The Chancellor of Hell can only express himself to this world in what he conveys in his picture books.

Besides, no matter how great the force, the vessel - there is only one "body".

I don't know which one to choose, but if I can, I want the vessel to stay "vessel" and let me welcome you to the end, which is my heart.

If you just give up this place, it's over.

"But are the contents already" served "in the vessel?"

With that said, I looked back and saw "Boy's Rock," the "brother" who still stares at me.

I laughed niggardly at it and put my hand on my best friend's successful shoulder.

Just in the same position that I let Alsen step into earlier, Grandor's shoulder hurts slightly.

"To help" Eliphas, when he was deliberately forced to step on him, slightly but "a lovely junior" had his gaze pointed, and at first, "I hate nobles", his injured eyes the same way Grandor told me.

If you were just being pointed at, like that time, staring back at you without distracting yourself from your gaze so that you could escape, and taking it, you still had a wounded look on your face, and went to help your "sister" only seemingly exist.

"- Hey, no matter how fine the contents, even the finest liquor that intoxicates everyone, if there's no vessel to be poured to swallow, we'll just return to the" earth "" "

A good guessing, long-time best friend tells such a story, yet says "look ahead" to Grandor, who is trying to capture his passing thoughts.

And beyond that there are two caring stares at each other's "brothers".

"A" vessel "is just a vessel, you can prove it exists, but the contents are vessels, and for the first time you can represent it decently, can you admit it - then," I'm coming ".

Think about it, I told Alsen this, even before I went to the ritual - sht!

"- Yes!"

If he called after a bitter laugh, the tall boy turned the Grandor more agile.

Moving on to the boys without looking back any more, shake your big right palm to your best friend Hirahira and Netuark, and drop him off.

"Yeah, well, it's not a spring served in a vessel - it'll be tough for the two of you, but good luck.

And neither of you, I can't do it. "

That's what I said, reach for my nose, reach where my wife sews tools all the time.

I can't feel the feel of any gentle case of leather sewing tools at my fingertips right now.

Instead, there is a place called Picture Book, which, as far as the wise know, has become a temporary residence for the "King of the Highlands" who spent a long time searching for an important being, called 2000.

"Big power and proud throw. But the ability to act hard for something important in the way you get it.

That really deserves respect.

So I guess it's only convenient for people not to return to the earth, but to be reunited slowly after the presence of your enemies disappears. "

With that said, and slightly sorry, Netuk looked up at the heights.

At the moment he was called in and pointed in that direction, a person who rarely found himself clearer and taller than himself succumbed to a large body. And gradually he gets his successful arm turned behind his knee, and Stu is lifted up all at once.

"Hum, it's heavier than Louis on the boulder"

"Ooh, something?! - Oh, I was there! In this position, it hurts to put a gun in your belt, Master Grandor!

"Don't worry, I've got a gun stuck in my shoulder, too, and I'll put it down as soon as I get there"

The voices of Stu and Grandor, who can also be heard in the hustle, come into the ears of Netsuerk.

"You're still in good shape and natural."

With such a good thing in mind, when he pulled out the hand that had been plugged into his coat, Grandor was wrapping his winning arm around his shoulder so as to hold and support the boy's lock while he leaned down, with the hands of those who did not hold the boy with the long back.

"What do you care? It's the second time I've supported you, Mr. Locke."

To Grandor's calling, the boy's movement stops perfectly when he calls out that his stomach hurts.

"Thank you, Master McGaffin."

The voice sounded too calm for the boy's, and the face was still something that seemed to cry out.

"For the second time, Mr. Locke? What, duh!?

In an instant, Schutt's vision slips away from the earth, feeling the same weight on his shoulder held by Grandor just as the lift rises.

(Hmm, "Are you floating?!")

I felt that what I was thinking wasn't wrong when I walked away, overlapping my hands, and it was in my sight that Netuark looking up at this one had an infidel, unfaithful smile.

Then, by the time the dry sound of a pan clapping was "delayed" into his ear, the colored conductor had begun to move to the octagonal stage.

I was held on my shoulder by an abdominal crawl, and I heard metal and metal hitting each other in Shut's ear, which I could only see below.

- Sir.

"Lord Apricot, move." That's good!

This is followed by someone who looks like a "rock" and Grandor's voice reaching Shut's ear.

If you felt more gravity in your body, the stage you don't remember seeing was slightly in sight.

When I first came to Lobrow, I only looked like a sweet grandfather, "Deacon Rock" told me about the stage that I would use for the ritual of serving the spirits during the fall season.

"Both of you, please help me in the fall."

To the gentle butler, my brother was responding well.

(- Um, the guy in the butler's clothes on Master Grandor's other shoulder really rocks?)

"Y" Huh!! "

(WHAT!?)

In the meantime, he felt the pressure of gravity by rising, but when Stu tried to lift his head, he was speaking out unexpectedly to the pain that had suddenly entered his lower back.

Grandor's hand, which suppresses the area around Stu's waist - as he felt force at his fingertips and downward pressure, his body was lifted and space cleared between his shoulders and his gun.

As much as I gradually found myself "rising" with Grandor holding me, the sarcastic boy also flashed hard and repeatedly in a boulder for further change.

Under its repeated blinking eyes, rocky skin pointy as a cape - I realize that's the top of Robrow's proud valley, and -.

(What's that?!)

There was a beautiful friend's master standing around in a scarlet costume, fitted with white gloves and grabbing something in his hand.

While the strong wind is blowing and the beautiful blonde hair is shelving into the wind, she looks up at this one with beautiful green eyes.

Oh, not this way.

- When Arsen found out it was Grandor staring, Stu's body was grabbed up perfectly.

"Excuse me, I'll throw! After that, do it!"

Stu, get the gun!

It took the form of being said at the same time from the "two" older, but Stu managed to hear it.

Then, with the correct "eye turning", according to Grandor's strong shoulder, he can throw "boom" all the time.

"Don't make it easy for me!

Still, I managed to grasp the "up and down" feeling and pulled the gun out first.

Then he made the red and black coat sound bumpy and landed brilliantly from his feet with his knees bent, spinning, without attempting to take a half-way position in the universe.

Jump to the right!

"Stu, avoid to the right!

Now follow Julian's voice and Ars's voice, which became friends, as they overlapped and asked, and if they jumped to the right, a larger chunk than a bullet would go past where they were, with the sound of a bunch of bullets.

"Stone?!

Looking back, along with the hard sound of "Gah," as Stu put it in his words, the stone remained speeding, crashing into the earth and bouncing it off over a little bit.

"- It's not good to go back, Stu."

If you look at the voice, you become your master. It is in your eyes that you put your arms around your neck to your friends and have a slingshot.

I took out a lot of things I missed, and, no, he always took care of me.

From the gun - a voice echoes, frightened by Julian, but slightly containing grief.

"I made it to my apprentice to teach guns, to grasp my senses because my body is still too young. It's a slingshot."

"Thanks for going ahead and explaining!

Don't hesitate to point the muzzle at your master's shoulder, the iron shot lowered with your thumb, the moment you put the trigger on your finger.

Don't shoot!

and was uttered, tongue-beating, but at the same time, Stu immediately followed Julian's voice.

If the muzzle is pointing upwards, Eliphas stops moving from the slingshot to determine the direction in which the stone should be released.

Eliphas also solidifies while carrying Ars as a "hostage" beside him, setting a "target" for Stu.

"Thank you for remembering that when the wind is strong, no matter how confident you are in the arm of the shooting, if the" client "is being held hostage, refrain from firing, Stu.

Master, I'm glad.

And I'm glad you're friends with my best friend's brother, Ars. "

And he has a slingshot with a luscious grin that his disciples don't really like.

"" Rice seeds, "if you get a scratch at all, you'll be eating all the rice from then on.

Mercenary work is "credit first".

Will you let go of my friend for the reward I remember?.

If we're lucky, we might be as close as our master's best friend. "

Just a little, to the distraction - if you consciously said Julian, the atmosphere that makes you feel luscious from Eliphas disappears quickly into the way you went.

"You can't ask for a liar apprentice."

That being said, when Eliphas and Stu are not pulling each other, Eliphas' rich dark hair, riding in the big wind, is disturbed.

This involves Ars reacting, moving his neck and worrying about the rear as far as he is in Eliphas "area (territory).

"I can't believe that Master Alsen and Master Grandor are really fighting each other."

In the form of dark hair swinging in the wind and inhibited by a busty chest, Ars cannot be clearly confirmed.

"Mr. Ars, you were just explained to me by Arsen.

"I tried to take Ars Trad's life for Arsen Padrick, and my best friend couldn't forgive me."

To the extent that it is heard only by Ars, Eliphas tells.

"Mr. Eliphas, but!

After hearing the explanation, the boy was also slightly confused, not knowing that there was no time or why he, from Grandor's point of view, was not for Arsene.

Though confused as well, Ars is probably in the rear, his chest is about to be crushed by anxiety over the fact that Arsene and Grandor are in contention.

Oh, yeah, I had a dream in the morning.

Somehow 'high places'.

With a few people - Alsen wrapped up in a 'hero' costume with an impressive scarlet.

What's going on with that Alsen, the way Grandor confronts each other with his sword in his hand.

On Arsene's side, the presence of a woman leaning in.

"Yes, that's Mr. Eliphas."

I don't know. "There's a woman. - Eliphas stay away from Arsen's side.

"Now."

Grandor and Arsen, two heroes sword triumph

(So, yeah)

"Arsen hurts Grandor," he threw himself from the 'high ground', filling that beautiful face with bitterness and pity.

It was a very 'high place', and if you threw yourself, it wouldn't help you at all, because Ars knew - so he woke up.

"It's okay, Ars.

I was just downstairs, weaving magic and stuff, and I usually do Don Pachi. "

Stu speaks to me like he's not worried at all.

"No, Stu, I'm not."

Reflecting anxiety and cloudy weather colors in his empty eyes, Ars complains to his friend as he turns around.

"- What the hell?

Distracted by the condition of a friend who was more anxious than necessary, Eliphas avoided relentlessly shooting the stone in her side.

The struggle of the heroes, as seen earlier in the octagonal earth because of the avoidance beside them, once again enters the eyes of Stu.

Repeating each other's fierce slashing aids, Arsen is still letting his fine sword wrap around him.

(Doesn't look any different from the fight earlier, and what's Ars worried about? - Ah)

From where the hero contends, a boy sitting in his sight, trying to hold his body at a distance.

Stu still doesn't know what's going on, but the boy who looked like that butler seems to be a gentle rock.

(But what makes you look like that? for now)

"Mr. Rock!

Loud, call.

The strong wind disrupted the red and black coat and hair, and the tall boy's appearance - enough to remind Rock of "The Pean Vinegar I First Met".

- Sir.

Rock overflows the Lord's name out of his mouth, loosens his arms as he was holding himself, and runs out to Shut.

I knew the boy's butler hadn't seen himself, Stu.

"Oh, Mr. Rock, you have no choice!

That said, Stu's ran out toward Rock too.

Running, some people's words come back to life.

"With that said, Rock is the only one who knows what Peen Vinegar looked like in an era when he had a color on his hair, like Hardly Now Shut.

Yeah, well, if it's "sick and weak rock," then maybe what Stu looks like right now, maybe he will.

Your palace, you're right.

- Rather than being sick, I also thought that my heart had kept me here a lot since I lost the Lord Ning Lo.

- That's all I loved.

However, Rock's face, which runs this way, reminds Shut of his crying face when he was still much younger and younger to understand his brother's "disability" than he is now, leaving his brother "behind" to play.

Brother Stu, don't leave me.

"Sir, please don't leave me"

He cries and asks for his brother's self, who is not even that fine.

Although I feel guilty about leaving you, there are times when I have to do this alone.

(But yeah, it's hard to leave.)

I've always wanted my brother to come after me.

So I stopped holding my "brother", who I tried so hard to chase.

"" Sir. "

I don't know if this is good or bad.

But at least, I was alone for a long time, the time the gentle butler wanted most.

"Good luck, Rock."

He calls out, imitating someone he has never even met, and immediately hacks up his face.

"- I want to, I'm intolerant!

From behind the butler's boy, he feels "used to" killing and thrusts his shoulder.

I poked at it, scratching its arms, and a dongly heavy sound sounded.

Stu!

A heavy mass of stone slipped into his chest and a heavy shock stopped him breathing, running to Schutt.

"Sir?!

With the stone making a hard noise, rolling into the "land at height" and a gagging, unspeakable voice, Stu folds his long body with the gun in his hand, kneeling on the spot.

"- I knew Stu was sweet, you're my brother and sweet."

If he coughs up and sees a disciple lying on the ground, Ars chops wrinkles deep between his eyebrows into Eliphas' extremely calm voice, which lowers the slingshot he stood on.

"Mr. Eliphas, what have you done to your apprentice?

- You could die!.

I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but it was a blow, like I could think of enough.

The boy who made up for his inability to do magic with knowledge knows full well the power of a slingshot as a flying tool - a weapon.

Moreover, it is not strange in case there is an intense blow of hard and heavy looking stones, when Stu comes wearing only the old-school red and black coat, which also does not wear armour-like protective equipment.

"" Sir! ", I don't like it, sir!

Earlier, the butler boy, who called the tall old man "sir," I don't know why, but this time he is speaking more diligently on the side of Shut, who collapsed from his knee.

Even in the distance Stu seemed bitter, making an unspoken voice, dripping saliva from the mouth of his bent face, in which the colour of "blood" was mixed in the eyes of Ars.

"Stu!"

Arsen tells me that no matter what happens, Ars tries to rush out while giving him the comms machine he was given earlier by Netuark so that he is on this woman's side who is "best friend".

Eliphas grabs the arm and holds it tight.

"Let go, Mr. Eliphas!

While luscious, my mentor's best friend keeps his cool looking expression on his face and won't let Ars go.

And for the first time, if I looked behind me, I'd be appalled that Arsene was severely crossing swords with Grandor, who said he was my best friend.

But he immediately squeezes his expression and opens his mouth wide, appealing to his friend's master.

"- You can't, like this!

I can't believe you're trying to keep your hopes open by fighting to get rid of them.

"Chivalry spirit" was slapped in for six months to become a soldier, and it was meant to be cultivated in Ars to protect the people of this country, not just those with weak powers.

But Ars doesn't know why we're fighting right now and whose heart it's for.

"Arsen felt the same way when you had the same eye the other day.

I can't do this.

But Grandor couldn't help but worry about the gentle way he thought. "

Talk abruptly, to Eliphas. Ars rounds his empty eyes.

"" Me "- when I had the same eyes?

To the strong wind that occurs in the aftermath of the heroes' feud, Eliphas, as always, is disturbed in his hair, but moves his luster or lips, regardless, to teach and convey the sorrow tasted by his "best friend" and his own "companion" being.

"I'm sure you don't even remember a goddess like me."

The sound around Ars is blocked by the way he listens to his mouth as if he carelessly respects himself.

"But you don't have to remember me.

But a lot of people were sad, afraid, and tearful that you might be forgotten. "

"Me" interrupts and disappears? "

Ars accepted Eliphas' words that he was a goddess.

There is no wonder that my friend's master treats me as a merciful goddess.

(Actually, yes.

Stu the orphan or Ato. He took you away and raised Stu to be such a sweet brother, because he is Dear Arsen's best friend -)

In Ars' head, the "wedge" of reality rubs the boy against the existence of a goddess, trying to stop him from connecting, "There's no wonder he exists."

- You're Als Trad.

I cling to what the wise man said to me that I was "Ars Trad".

- Ars, a gentle new soldier, who has been asked by his beloved Arsen Padrick to come to the wise place of his tea rabbit.

"I am."

Eliphas continues to speak of the Lord's vessels as he tongues them into a stingy, cunning wedge that binds them to reality.

"My" husband, "Belzebub - no, Master Belzebub, goes into it, too. And my beautiful, beautiful angel who wanted to be like your brother and support you together if it's true."

"- An angel?"

In front of Ars, the glossy and beautiful "Goddess Lips" move further.

[et habemus firmiorem propheticum sermonem cui bene facitis adtendentes quasi lucernae lucenti in caliginoso loco donec dies inlucescat et "lucifer" oriatur in cordibus vestris.

You may also keep an eye on the words of this traveler as a candle shining in the dark until the night dawns and the star (Lucifer) shines in your heart]

- Master Lucifer, that's your real name.

But that name doesn't reach the "person" Ars.

One bullet penetrated between the goddess and the boy, blocking even the mouth movement of the goddess calling his name.

"Master! I wonder if you wouldn't take a friend who's going to be my best friend!

While Stu put his shoulder knee on the ground and seeped blood crossing saliva from the edge of his mouth, his arm was stretched straight out - supported by the boy's lock, he released a bullet and tore between Eliphas and Ars.

"Ars, come here."

With a loud gunshot, Eliphas' words earlier were blocked, but Stu's voice calling his friends reaches Ars.

Eliphas again, set up a slingshot.

"My master said it's a slingshot of memories, but it's good to break them."

Separating words but deserving of a sarcastic, nihil grin, Stu now pulled the trigger without hesitation, supported by his "brother".

My master must take the end of my beloved disciple.

Sounds only to Shut, when the voice of the gun brother reached Shut's chest with pain, Eliphas' standing slingshot left the part to grab and was bounced off.

The bullet creates Eliphas' cheek plunder red muscle, scattering a few rich brunettes.

The goddess was alone, sitting in a place at height, staring at a running boy.

"Stu, are you okay?

As he slipped in, a boy named "Rock" ran over to his friend and put his healing technique on Schutt's left chest.

Ars still only has the perception that this boy is simply an old butler working in the lordship of the land and another with overlapping names.

"Stu, were you okay?

"- Perhaps the chest bone is broken"

"Hehe, but he's alive."

If Ars, worried, asked, Rock answered, and Stu spoke of hatred, his friend laughed, and "brother" smiled sadly.

Then Stu explores his chest pocket with his left hand with a silver ring fitted to his pinky finger.

"On the bad side, thank Mr. Netsuerk's daughter-in-law."

Stu takes out a sewing case the size of a leather fist.

"- A sewing case with a maple (maple) pattern? Oh, but it's a little torn."

"Hold it, give it to me. Ars."

Stu, who still looks spicy talking, hands it over to Ars and sticks his hand in his pocket again.

"He's got a wife, maybe a goddess."

I clung my hand in my pocket and grabbed what I was going to take out, and it was a really strong shock, but it wasn't deformed at all, either because of the leather case.

If the silver ring fitted in the pinky finger and the object to be removed overlapped and sounded small and crisp, the hand of the lock that was on Schutt's chest would leave.

Stu took out the old pocket watch without putting it on the look of pain, even if the warm healing force stopped pouring out.

"" Mr. Locke. "

"Sir."

Hands down to heal, the butler boy looks up to the tall "Lord" even sitting back in the same way.

Don't distract him from looking up at himself, Stu took Rock's hand, which was slowly healing him. He handed him the pocket watch lid there, clawing open.

"You can't mistake a simple guy like me for a flirtatious sage.

Besides, wouldn't the real Pean Vinegar say that if Mr. Locke were enough to stop the butler and betray him, he would stop being a wise man, Lord, and go on a journey?.

Oh, but you liked flirting. Were you strongly responsible?

If Stu spoke of himself and of his husband, whom Rock had taught him, the butler nodded in tears.

"Yes, it is"

"Sorry, Sman, Warcutta." On the lid of an open watch, when it takes two boys, like a "brother who loves his brother" with tears dripping down and crossing the Lord of Smiles and Deacon, the clock needle starts carving time again.

- Rock spent eighteen years, gradually receiving the Lord's, dear brother's "death".

"You're smart, Rock. You've never thought about betraying me, have you, that gray-haired sage?"

"Left, sit down, Julian Zahetto."

Only Julian the gun had noticed that the figure of the butler was slightly thinner from the one at his feet.

"Well, I have to give this to my" master, "" not from me. "I'm sure it doesn't make sense."

As he softens his tearful butler, Stu sits back and now stares at the silver ring at the edge of his left hand, which has been emptied.

"Give that to Mr. Eliphas?

Ars also feels something terrific about a boy named Rock, and sees him in tears, so he goes along with his friend's words softly.

It was the heroes who fought that Schutt looked straight ahead.

"But it's a fierce" couple fights, "hey."

Ironic, only shoulder cheeks up and apprentice butler youth laugh.

"Stu, I can't believe it's a couple fights"

Though I praised my wounded friend, I thought my mentor was in the role of mother - "kindness" if it came to wonder and the role of husband and wife.

And it's convincing if it's called Grandor that symbolizes his father's "strength".

The expression "husband and wife" is used as a horn, and the mind of a person can surely be relieved just to see the two together and "strength kindness" lined up.

That's it, now at height, antagonizing. The condition is far from reassuring.

"Dear Alsen, Grandor, why not?"

- "I" definitely wanted to avoid fighting in any case only that those two would be separated.

- Because it's okay if I disappear.

"You alone are truly powerful.

But if you gather some strength, you don't have to worry about it because it's a substitute. "

- Only for a little while, when I was tired of my role, I was told to whisper to those who would not be imprisoned by anything.

- The role of the person was to lead the "knowledge," he continued to say.

"Before your star's brilliance looks as if the unfamiliar goddess' daughter has exploited and sidelined you, move from you."

"You may feel a little hard, but I'll help you not regret not moving."

"Let there be strength and kindness together, as you wish."

With that said, a presence that was not my brother, but lent me some "wisdom" raised the edge of my mouth nibbly and placed a long finger hand on "my shoulder".

"If you quarrel with someone too considerate, you can call it a" couple quarrel "from me.

Proof that if you look at it, it's the kid who gets anxious. "

"Friend," Ars sanitized Russia by placing Ars' shoulder pompously with a silver ring fitted hand.

Though I may have remembered something "nostalgic", a "friend" in reality struck the wedge of Ars' heart with certainty.

"Right, I'm not old enough to be anxious to move either.

And if this is Mr. Netsuerk's possession, Stu has to give it back. "

Return the case of the leather that is being kept or torn.

"If Mr. Netsuerk gave me permission, I'd like to fix it myself, but as soon as I'm done here, he said he's the king's capital, so I wonder if there's a chance."

The leather case tickled the curiosity of the boy who liked to make things, and I wanted to ask him the sincerity with which Netuark had spoken so painfully to himself earlier.

The nostalgia I can't remember and the feeling that the Netuk narrative is connected in some way smokes in my chest.

Knowing the person's "identity," Stu received a sewing case with his left hand from Ars, looking just a little sorry.

That's when Ars realizes that the soft, thin red yarn sticks out of the silver ring that Schutt is fitting - that's the girl's hair, which also seems like her sister's.

(Lily)

"In the meantime, it seems to me that I am looking after you, Trud. Even if I hold on to your boss's sage, I absolutely think it would be nice to be sweet and have children"

I remember his words I heard in the courtyard, speaking to my own sister.

- This one seems to be more "Netsurk" than he was earlier.

I think the boy thinks there must be quite a reason and history for using sharp language and waiting for his sister to believe in "strong and gentle people".

(Don't worry, Lily. 'Cause I'll definitely do something about it)

Seeing the look on his face, Stu felt something "abetting" his friend.

"We still have a little time until we're adults, but why don't we stretch out and" intrude "?

"I'd love to, but is there a gap in getting ourselves into a" couple fight "?, and."

Earlier, I waved my arm off and came this way, and then I stared at Eliphas, the "goddess" who remained stuck.

"Mr. Eliphas."

It is also communicated to Ars that she cares very much for her mentor and cares for her.

Now, the way Eliphas was defended was unlimited, something close to Grandor - to protect his loved ones, even though Ars felt the strength to wear mud but not to be ashamed.

"After all, from Grandor McGaffin and Alsen Padrick, this ring doesn't seem to make sense unless it's given to Eliphas Zaheto"

Looking at Ars pointing an empty eye at his master, Stu kept his gun in his hand and cleverly removed the ring.

"Well, thank you so much for saving me.

After this, make sure that your friend Soukunaga also delivers a service dance in the form of a "friend" in this land. "

"Do you want to show me that you can afford to fight me, Grandor?"

When he found that the wrinkles between his brows, which were always carved just in front of his bad friends, were now carved by anger at himself, the ho-han accidentally laughed bitterly.

If you saw that Grandor's face, you'd quickly slash him hard about twice when you carved a wrinkle deeper into his beautiful face, but he'd recieve it without difficulty.

Grandor was inviting to his body, creating an exotic "country," sending it out "in gratitude for its great presence, while still wearing a fine sword wrapped around it with his favorite sword.

(Though I felt thin)

Earlier battles on the ground were, to some extent, fought on the stage of the octagonal earth, caring for Louis, who did rest and lie.

But even though it's a tough thing to say with your mouth, "Alsen," you must admit it.

But the presence that looks like a beautiful "best friend" in front of me overflows my feelings of "jealousy" towards Grandor, who hasn't seen just me, and is angry.

("The Spirit" doesn't help people who care, but it doesn't mean "it's all the same" no matter how much they care)

That was especially true of the great beings that were supposed to bring them down, if their best friends had magic.

("The descent of Liquorice from Djibril did not bring down the angels Arsen was making noise, and the spirits of the water were" stuck "with their relative beings," and Netsuark said)

Grandor himself, the relative presence of an angel who becomes the symbol of the water that Arsen descends upon, is only known as the "Wise King" in ancient times, the "Prime Minister of Hell", which was written in a book his best friend used to study in some way.

"But Grandor, one way or the other, needs to know" this way. "

Before he was still called a hero, Netsuruk said so, and he was given and read the book of angel material "representing the Spirit of the earth", which his best friend would call upon to perform the secret art of descent.

And the "most important role" of that angel was "the surveillance of beings buried in history" and "the aftermath of the time when the angel of water was [corrupted]".

"If the person who sent Gabriel down [Fallen Heaven] had all kinds of circumstances, it would be Uriel's job to end it.

So, Gabriel, according to the legacy, is a beautiful angel.

If it's done, maybe it's okay, but if it's possible, you don't want to get rid of a beautiful angel like that. "

At that time, Netsuark had already foreseen that it was probably a beautiful boy named Arsen, who had become a "best friend" for a variety of reasons.

And when Gabriel was [corrupted] as "Uriel's role," even if it was Grandor who ended it, if it was Arsene, that was the only way to avoid it.

I knew that from the time I became Arsene's best friend.

When I thought about it that much, a series of gunshots went into Grandor's ear and pointed my gaze at you, avoiding a glaring thrust.

("Over there" seems to have pulled it off well)

A boy with the same golden hair as his best friend ran to the boys that Grandor had, and his "sister who became a goddess" is on the high ground.

And the butler, whose "filth on her back" had risen with the power of the gun and was in charge of "sorting" it, was also "restoring time".

(Stu said he did well)

He was a boy who seemed to succeed in a lot of things, so he threw it away first and kept it that way, but it seemed like the "conductor" was bringing him into the situation he wanted.

(I can't keep my head around like Netsuruk)

However, I believed in "St Zaheto," which would be gentle and cruel, and entrusted the occasion.

And the reunited boys talk to each other as "friends," holding a wedge of people for sure.

Now you don't have to crush the vessel called "Ars Trad".

Yes, within me, I call on the familiar "angel of the earth," but I laugh bitterly in my heart at the lack of any particular reply.

The role of "surveillance of existence buried in history" as an "angel of the earth", preceded by a boy who now feels like his "brother" who can exchange swords, exists as a "vessel".

How the boy became a "vessel of existence buried in history" is not known to Grandor, who is neither a wise man nor a scholar, nor interested.

However, two years ago, when Arsen picked up Ars, anxiety spread immediately into his successful chest.

By that time, the "angel of the earth", who regularly descends in training, even urged Grandor to keep Gabriel away from his "buried presence in history".

- After a mistake has been made, Gabriel and the "people" who will be where it will be unloaded will be in danger.

Sometimes he complained in words that aroused the mind of Grandor, and it took a lot of effort to contain it. As Netsurk thought - I don't mean to.

But Grandor regrets rejecting and hurting his juniors in the past for no reason because of his young boring detention.

It's not like atonement again, but whatever it is, I was deciding to protect junior Alsen.

But there's no way to "get rid of" the boy, even if he's sued again and again from within his chest that he's going to be "in jeopardy," even though there's no certainty or anything.

[In this world, with the power and financial power gained from becoming a hero and a big farmer, it is possible to make it look like an accident and bury a vessel boy]

and he ignored it even when the angel of the earth whispered darkly, unforgiving except for his role and the angel of the water.

Two years after Arsen picked up Ars without a match, Grandor is repeatedly sued hard whenever he unloads an angel of dirt in training.

My beautiful junior and best friend, who is serving to unload the water angel on the other hand, said, "I decided to take care of the child I picked up," and on the day I was in Ars, he was telling me quickly because he had promised to swallow with me.

In Grandor, I sensed an encounter with Ars, and the angel of the earth made a scene, so I once asked him how he was going to make a scene in Arsen.

"Oh, are you gonna talk to me?"

"Mm, are you talking to me?"

Once again, I talked about "descent" and found out, strangely enough, that Arsen doesn't have some sort of "personality" to talk about, like, an angel of water.

At that time, Arsen asked me what the earth angel was talking about, with a face that turned red with alcohol, but it was not something I could say even if I was drunk telling the boulder to "get rid of the boy you were looking after".

If it was properly misleading, eventually the drunken junior became angry with "Grandor's Overprotective!" with reason that he didn't know what the flow was, until then.

- What the hell is going on?

Even if Grandor wants to ask the "rabbit sage" who seems to be familiar with such aspects in doubt, he has been equated to a state of seclusion in the woods since he lost his wife.

If I had no choice but to entrust a letter to his deputy's tailor in the intelligence unit, I would have immediately contacted him on the example "paper plane".

However, if you read the reply, what you ask will lead you to decide on his old wounds and punch him in the tongue in the wrong hands.

Still, he acknowledged (did) what he wanted to know.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in a position to advise Grandor right now because I'm severed from the Angel of the Wind, which also serves as the" guardian of my lovers ".

The only thing that can be said from the record (data) is that the descending angel side is also descending by "choosing compatibility".

I can only do it with those who fit my attributes and personality. Some discrepancies can be handed over by error, but it is not possible to demonstrate the main power of existence that has descended.

I've never been too compatible, but if it's "assimilated" or "entrusted" with it, it's possible.

The assimilation is blended in such a way that it is integrated.

He doesn't have any material left, but he's never been among the most famous sorcerers in the past.

It's just, you know, a lot of people have been treated like weirdos. "

Thus, in the letter that Netsuak acknowledges, the name of a person who is generally a great man in the history of the country of Selisanceum, but with an unusual anecdote, was taken as an analogy.

"So, Grandor's question is, maybe Arsen has a water angel."

Alsen himself does, but if he's convinced, he's often subordinate and decides to act.

Water also moves according to "flow," so it's the water angel that stands for it.

If Arsene isn't dissatisfied with the behavior he takes on a daily basis or anything, I guess he's inside quietly.

There may be times when an angel of water who "doesn't even make me feel like I'm here" takes an opinion in Arsen's mind and thinks it's his will.

For example, if the angel of the water strongly appealed to Arsen that he would have to take care of a stray child, even though it was a normal thing to do, he would not doubt it because he thought it was his true intentions, but the sage of the rabbit - if Netsurk had finished reading the letter with more overprotective remarks about Arsen, the angel of the earth wobbled greatly within the Grandor.

[Talk to the prime minister of hell, do you still care what you didn't do]

I have no idea who Grandor is, but apparently the ancient spirits have a lot to offer.

After seeing the letter from the wise man, the angel of the earth inside the Grandor settled for a while, but he still cared about Arsen - the angel of the water.

From then on, when Grandor rushed for two years to protect Louis and encourage his niece to heal him, too, in the midst of his "duties".

Since I started living in hiding, I was secretly given a letter from a wise man who had only met me to the extent that I could see him in the figure of a person, when his deputy's tailor visited the atelier during the re-tailoring of "hero's clothes".

- If you used a "paper plane," I'm asking because the military might have a record and Master Arsen might notice.

The letter said that the children Arsen had picked up would be relieved because the "rabbit sage" was to undertake them.

Arsen's - leaving the side of the water angel, so that when Grandor and the angel of the earth in him were relieved, he would meet "him" as if by accident.

Even though it was hindsight, Grandor was unexpectedly chasing it at his will, knowing immediately that it was the boy his best friend cared about.

'Really...... Because it's delicious, I wanted to buy it as a souvenir.'

"Well, I'm glad to hear it."

Grandor assumed that all the earth angels cared, but if you saw the boy - Ars - you couldn't help but talk to him.

It's like being entangled, and then various edges intersect.

If the boy who made him his disciple was attracted to the girl who carried that man's blood, he had no choice.

And regardless of the water angel, I also recall why my junior was attracted to this boy.

Not long after we were still best friends, when Arsene was also a new soldier.

If you casually ask "Do you have any other dreams than heroes", the beautiful boy only thinks a little and answers.

- To Sergeant McGaffin, you tell me about my dream.

- I'm an only child, so I want a brother.

- But if I told my mother, I would really remember my father and grieve, so I can't even say it if my mouth avoids it.

Which one do you want, brother or brother? And, if you asked, look at Grandor's face, with a real smile.

- That's, "brother," isn't it?

And I was feeling just lonely when I was clearly told.

When I spoke to Netuark at the time, he clearly said, "Well, I guess so," too.

- Although I say best friend, I'm like brother or sister, because I already have three in total, and four if the tyrants go together.

If you didn't think you were counting for being like a brother to your junior and best friend, and you rounded your eyes,

- I knew Grandor was natural.

My longest-lasting best friend was laughing rarely and gently.

The descent of secret art or the presence of an angel of the ancient spirits had nothing to do with it, and it was the dream of Arsen, who was a boy.

And after such a "dream" has passed a long time, it's about to come true.

If Ars had met and actually talked, the impression wasn't bad at all.

Neither should the angel of the earth within me change his mind that he should be brought closer to the angel of the water, but it seemed that a boy named "Ars" was no longer sure if he was.

- Why, so "proud" is not in this vessel boy.

Leaving those words behind, the earthly angel tells Grandor, after a short period of stillness, that he is truly silent.

So I decided to "try" Ars as his brother in the presence of Grandor.

Even if the rabbit sage asks Arsen to take over Ars, "Netsurk's number one priority" is only the girl who hits his niece at the moment.

My junior best friend doesn't crush Ars' personality more than he has at his disposal - he respected Ars' personality more like his brother's than his loneliness.

But I believe he will protect his "brother" who deposited it that way, but when he does, Grandor finds out that it's "Lily," not Ars, that he takes the best refuge.

The skill of Ars' sword was so much so that he had a medical examination from someone who was undertaking a job in his place that he wanted to use Grandor's authority to pull it out once.

Then how about a spiritual opponent with comparable powers to the gods, who protects the pope of this country?.

After meeting Ars and Lily for the first time in the Wang capital, he sends Louis back to the farm first, and Grandor tells Netsurk and his unfriendly intelligence agent, the best friend, about the kidnapping of a man who has recently been rampant in the Wang capital.

Then, to kill time, I put my face in Arsen's office - and if I went to a kidnapping stronghold in the middle of the night, Dinfare was the forerunner.

Together the interests were unanimous, so they devastated the group of people abducted and brought the story with them.

Dinfare gives me his pleasant consent "if it connects to protect Princess Lily".

All Grandor cares about is one thing.

"Even if that boy doesn't win, if he survives, admit it." Ars' "strength" is "stretchy enough".

But I didn't want to admit it as Arsen's edge if "the incident that Grandor would have caused" would have cut me off from connecting with my dear best friend.

If I asked the angel of the earth again, including the matter, he started pointing a "smile" at me.

I nodded quietly as I was convinced that there was nothing different about the idea.

Thus, although "Ars Trad" never beat the Ice Spirit or Dinfare, he "stayed" in the place.

(He survived well relative to a strong category of people, whether spiritual or human)

With so much luck, Grandor can accept that he is also the best candidate for Alsen's brother.

(In the meantime, I will strive to be a hero of this country so that the calm time continues after a terrible encounter)

When this one "found out" with some clap, I braced my belly that I couldn't help but get beaten up by my best friend, and the boy joined me, when this relationship started that I wish this edge would continue.

The King himself gave Robrow his investigation.

(I don't know what's connected, but I don't know how.)

So I reunited with the sorcery of descent and with my sister's best friend, who didn't know what used to happen in this world, who I met before I was yet an adult.

Surprised but delighted by the "accidental reunion," if I had finished my investigation in that and returned to the Wang Capital, I would have immediately tried to reward my other best friend - now that I have two best friends and a situation where I can exchange swords.

And the earthly angel was beginning to inflate his anxiety again, albeit silently, from the vicinity where Liquorice was forced to fail to descend Gibriel - Gabriel.

It also felt like it was closing its heart as tightly as it would later invite the great noble life.

(Jeez, I thought I could wipe my worries about Ars, but now "brother" is better?)

He was also impressed with the arrow tip where he was striving for more than a "respected brother" to Arsen of Ars.

(Instead of being "beaten up," you're just as "pierced" as Netuk is.)

I just don't think Arsen can help but piss me off with the "overprotections" he's been taking on.

But you are not to be made a "beautiful being" in a scarlet costume in front of you.

"Why are you so jealous that you haven't seen yourself?" "Gabriel?" "

If Grandor had such feelings, and rarely provoked them, Gabrielle's eyes, filled with spirits of water sucking negative emotions and "on the verge of fallen heaven," glinted beautifully to her surprise.

(Is this what you mean when your face is "just like" but not the same?

Apparently, Netsurk's "reading" is winning)

Before I flew to the heights, I was telepathically given information on the identity of the "person" who I thought was my sister, just like that "bathroom," so that it wouldn't remain in shape.

And they also told us what their best friend Arsen and their best friend Gabriel, the angel of the earth, was doing.

"Arsene and Gabriel both want to" mourn "in the form of being saved" my best friend Eliphas. "

But now her body is sorted - "filtered" by an unfiltered, filthy offering, so far from where it will be saved. "

The sage was now investigating the cause of this incident from the memory of blood, exploring the record of Lordship Robrow's companion, who was able to trace back the memory of Apricot's forbidden technique.

And if you unlocked the ban, which was gradually imposed on "Van Vinegar," you can finally learn more about how Eliphas works.

'There is no longer a sorting to be done, and just a pile of "filth" is too solidified to call it mud. The reason for this is that the person in the sorting role could not stand certain events and stopped the "hour".

In the meantime, perhaps only the malice that had been poured on Lord Apricot had been poured on "Eliphas", as he had initially done in his role.

However, to the extent that the law of this world is applicable to a country called Selisanceum, even if Lord Apricot were to judge, the accumulated "filth" would have been the limit.

That's what makes you so determined. "

So Netuark restricted the information he had been telepathically passing to Grandor until then.

If you don't say anything about the restrictions, lay down your sharp eyes and say "thank you", and your best friend starts circulating the information you need again for Grandor.

"Both Arsene and perhaps Gabriel took her filth into their own water vessels in order to relieve a little of the filth she bore."

That's what I told him, pointing my tinted eyes at the presence in Grandor - "Uriel".

The angel of the earth is confused by the gaze of a person whose eyes, hair, and colour are supposed to be "just people".

Its existence also seemed to be a different "person" than the one created by God, who could also be called the "Father", who gave shape to the Spirit and created an angel.

Before once entrusting the world to the "brother" of the goddess and the twin angels, he headed the angel of the stars, the twin brother, who also had a similar atmosphere to one of the "four archangels" companions who supported it, but found it "different".

- What the hell is going on with this world and the times?]

A brown angel with the same face as himself turned his anguished expression and groaned at Grandor, further behind his great destiny, who guarded the silence and stared at Louis the Lesser Named Ancient God.

Whatever you wanted to avoid more than 2,000 years ago, it happened again, and the angels of the earth can be very wolfish.

Besides, it breaks my heart that a long time ago, a pitiful goddess was about to welcome me as a sister, just like Grandor, and this suddenly appeared close to the opportunity of "decimation".

[I followed "Father" with Gabriel, and more than I did with my brother's angel, "Mikael," I must not move more than my role, "if it remains so -]

In case, burying the fallen Gabriel was described in the book Uriel's role and the wise man was given to Grandor to "read it".

If the Angel of Water has fallen perfectly, we must vessel Grandor's body and force him to appear in this world and pierce that breast of his best friend -

"To avoid it", because "my best friend" is doing what I was planting just in case.

Hey, you can rarely sell a favor to an "archangel," huh?

Grandor, it's my pleasure to meet you. '

To accompany his telepathic presence within his best friend to a laugh, and to move the "comms machine," Netuark looks up from the octagonal earth, to the heights.

And finally, communicate the definition of Eliphas in this world.

"" In a way, this child will be the body of a goddess, "as he says in the eastern kingdom," is the word of a wise man who has even torn her body.

No one ever tried to sacrifice a goddess like your sister, just know that, "Uriel."

And I'll tell your "best friend."

In Grandor's possession of the boys, the angel of the earth was "known to be different," but he who had colored hair and eyes had knowledge ", overlapping his companions.

It is no exaggeration to paraphrase the "best friend" taught by "Eliphas", who could not help but make him feel the angel of the wind, nibbled up the edge of his mouth and joined his big hands.

At the same time, the body floats and heads to "heights".

Along the way, Gabriel was envious of the "exotic god" at first, but those who supported the angels of the stars, the "fallen angels" and the carved beings in the calendar, were reflected in the eyes of the earthly angels through Grandor.

Hell's watchers also act as "earthly angels," but above all, they have to keep the presence of "star angels" from appearing in the world again.

[Still, Belzebu - has Belzebub also grabbed Lucifer's whereabouts?]

To the voice of the earthly angel, Grandor only comes out with a bitter laugh.

Jeez, in case there's a problem with this one, it's not like you're still... "giving up on smashing Ars."

When Grandor was about to sigh at the ancient notion of existence that "we have no choice but to eliminate one", a "beautiful man" was standing under his eyes, holding a fine sword and disturbing his blonde hair to the wind, looking like a "best friend".

"Excuse me, I'll throw! After that, do it!"

Speaking to Stu that way, he had been slashed by a beautiful man, just like when he was on the octagonal stage the moment he slightly politely lowered the lock.

What I just feel when I take a sword at this "height" is that the sword muscle doesn't belong to Grandor's known "best friend," and the language I interact with feels different.

And every time I am sworn or spoken, the heart of the "angel of the earth" within the hour swells with anxiety.

"Why are you so jealous that you haven't seen yourself?" "Gabriel?" "

If you sent out your life, gave your name "Gabriel," saw the reaction you called for, and gained certainty, for Grandor, you had a rare, people's bad grin.

"I'm sorry, but only Alsen Padrick has decided that Grandor McGaffin will be" over-protected. "

That said, he played "Gabriel on the verge of fallen heaven" at will.

("Uriel," don't indulge in Gabriel's obscenity. And by being drawn in to help "Eliphas," the lack of magic often held me up to this point, Arsen)

The angel within himself, no matter how close his beautiful best friend is, now comes out of the "vessel" and descends on a man named Grandor, lurks his "heart" in the deepest part.

And the knowledge gained as I was examining the existence of Uriel, who was "planted" at the bottom of it, to become an exotic god - a man named Grandor McGaffin.

In addition to this, the ancient angels who were inside were able to string together and teach Robrow material that he could not read in the visiting "Grandor" for this agricultural training.

- Please don't just take it home because it is something you will continue to use.

Yes, in the agricultural materials borrowed by Apricot, exotic secrets were written and planted in the way that only the lord of this land, "Broiled Out", could tell.

"As I don't know what I've seen," I read the text to the magma "Over Power", where the earth angel is presiding, thus draining the magic more than expected and causing it to accumulate fatigue.

It was also a rare thing to fall asleep, taking in "negative thoughts" that I would not normally deal with into my "dirt" stream.

(Well, it was worth sleeping in and buying)

Change the way the Great Sword holds its pattern, and protrude with all the strength you can in the land of "heights" with a hunching voice.

There is a beautiful angel on the verge of fallen heaven who has so far entrusted everything to Grandor's best friend, who blew to his power ahead.

(Still, Arsen seems to be different from Gabriel's state of "assimilation")

- And since the beginning, the "goddess" that preceded it was born in an "assimilated" state.

The voices of those who truly loved "my sister" were definitely left in the "Memory Closed to Ban Vinegar's Prohibition (Data)" given to Netsuerk.

Welcome home, my goddess.

"If this is how Eliphas came out of this world, whatever I can do, I'll be happy."

[As long as I live, I'm sure I'll raise Eliphas to be the one who needs him as a guardian]

[For this child, I'll be a proud adult and a guardian.]

For all that could be sworn, when I made Eliphas happy, there was a man who raised his voice.

- You guys really love each other.

That's what Grandor said. If he removed his armor quickly, a gold bracelet would appear on his left wrist.

Gold shines, as it does not matter under cloudy weather. The presence of a best friend in its brilliance narrows the green eyes.

"Will you please come back?"

A wish begged by my best friend before visiting this place.

- If you're not here, I can't go back.

He dives his arms down the sleeves of his white outfit, which has been soiled with sand and dust for a long time in previous battles, and takes his arms out of it to protrude his successful brown upper body.

"I don't know what to say, but it really hurts all the gentle ones."

Much disturbed, I tell my best friends with a "good voice" that goes through well, often messing with my left hand the hair that was tied for the ritual.

Then overlap your hands and combine your fingers into a slightly more complicated shape.

"I can't help but think of a place where the gentle ones, like a substitute, carry their filth, are taken in by their weight, and fall, - hungry"

For Grandor, the second call of God in the East Country.

It's just that, unlike your life, it's a "god" in the shape of anger.

Burn and purify any filth with its "wrath".

(Lord Apricot paved the aisle for me once, so it's a little easier.)

Shut your eyes quietly and begin to invite the exotic god you have planted to serve you with your own body.

Bloat the cracked abs that you build up with your daily unmistakable efforts by breathing heavily.

And only the expression opened his mouth wide as a rugged thing that wouldn't tie him off from what he called a "ho-han" on a daily basis.

"namaH sarvatathaagatebhyaH sarvamukhebhyaH, sarvathaa traT caNDamahaaroSaNa khaM khaahi khaahi sarvavighanaM huuM traT haaM maaM!.

(Noumak Sarabatta Gatai Byak Saraba Bokkai Byak Sarabatta Tarata Sendama Karo Shada Kengaki Gaki Saraba Beginan Untarata Kanman)

Thank you to all travelers. Break and damage anywhere at any time.

It's the worst anger I've ever had. Destroy any obstacle. Damage! Break it down!

At the same time that Grandor finishes his mouth with the true words of descending "Achara Nata," the "Garuda Luotian", which gives the bird's mouth (beak) a sense, burns up the earth that pierced the Great Sword at its origin.

Along with the sound of scorching a strong wind blowing high into the sky, the mouth-shaped bamboo drew a rising arc, enveloping a big brown man.

"Master Grandor, is that some kind of magic?!"

"Maybe, but I don't know the details, but I think it's okay."

Before taking the opportunity to put in a "cross spear," the two boys breathe when they see a hero wrapped in a bird's mouth shaped like a high-will, burning bird at "height".

"- Yes, I'm fine. That's Achara Nata.

Kneeling Ars and Stu still hold back the chest that was just punched in, the butler in the boy's appearance says so.

The fact that I have stopped time is bearing the impurities that have solidified me in this territory, "Goddess and Angel".

Beyond those two, staring at the second time at the Garuda Luotian, dyeing the white skin one way or the other into the flaming ju color.

Then again I began to carve out the hour, gnawing at the gift from the Lord.

The butler began explaining the information of the exotic God, which was too marginal for the boys to obtain.

"He who is a pillar of the exotic God, a horrible figure, yet with a noble heart of mercy.

You are truly a more merciful God than anyone, even though the shapes of anger, even if your back is burned by the flames of hell, will save you from anything at that entrance. "

That way, closing the explanation, but remembering what Grandor was saying.

- It's really shanky that all the gentle ones damage it.

With that said, I throw myself in a purifying cage and rescue those who deserve to be rescued, people who are kinder than anyone else.

"I have to wear kejime, don't I, sir?"

That being said, the butler boy stood up softly.

"Stu, lend me your ring. I'll give it to you."

"Are you kidding me?! Mr. Rock, everything is dead!

From Shto's position where he grabbed the raised boy's wrist, one leg of the butler sees through and loses his word.

Stu, don't give it to him.

"It's okay, Rock. You're not gonna die."

With the ring in his right hand, Julian Zaheto tells me to hold the gun - Stu eventually gives him the ring.

The butler gripped in front of his chest, with the clock.

- Thank you, Master Julian. I will sit down.

- What, "gentle lies" is the eighteenth of my mind, don't worry.

"Wait a minute, Stu," Mr. Rock, "are you insane!

Ars stretches his knee on the "earth" at height and rises, facing "Rock".

The "vessel" boys were just as tall, staring with blue and empty eyes.

"Dear Ars, why don't you listen to one of my old-fashioned, short butlers?"

A butler looking like a boy opens his mouth first and, while he seems sorry for the words that confuse his "guests," he expresses his hopes.

While Ars is also really confused by the situation, he is finally "getting to know" that he is an old, gentle butler who is becoming a boy.

However, the word that the butler is headed to a dangerous place by himself is unacceptable and attempts to inhibit it.

"To me, I don't know.

And, as you may know, Grandor is also known as a "hero," and Mr. Arsen, as those two contend, Mr. Locke... "

That's where Ars' words stop. Rock smiles elegantly it "pressed" and opens his mouth after "silencing" the new soldier.

"As you may not know, Master Ars, I was once the greatest patron of the" Four Heroes of Peace "who led this leaning country to peace."

If he kept smiling words and moved the arms of those who did not have pocket watches and rings to dance with the kurli, the stick appeared like a "trick," gripping it, putting out the blade tip and poking it in front of Ars's eyes.

It's called "The Sword," it's called "The Butler's Lock."

Even if you can't help losing to a "hero" or a "sage," you're no better than a new soldier, and there's no fine dust. "

That's all I tell you, Deacon bows his head respectfully.

But in that mind.

(Even if he was a hero and a wise man, I truly regret losing to the "young" Netuak)

And he was quietly carving wrinkles between his eyebrows in regret.

Als, let him go.

"Stu."

Feeling the circumstances that were uninterruptible to him, Ars leaned down as he gave up, kneeling down again, beside him to protect Stu, and complained only one thing.

"Okay, but be sure to come back, because you must be worried about Lily and Ato, who left a message."

Seeing those "friend-to-friend" boys, the butler turned his back and ran out without responding to the complaint.

At the time the butler ran out, Grandor pulled out what was piercing the earth, which the shape of the sword had changed by Luotian the Garuda.

The great destiny of building a country is to "reconcile" the power of an exotic God, who has great power in a different way, with the magic he possesses, while also organizing the information that flows through.

"" The demon's three swords and the grape-nil are the strings of divine artifacts that I've handed over in anticipation of what I'm about to plant, "said Netuark.

With that being said, what was the great sword pulled out by Grandor looks one turn smaller and thinner than its original size, but no different in size than the "normal sword".

But it's "heavier" than the sword you're used to holding.

And gripping the tip of the gold bracelet on the left wrist is a bundle of string visible "kanjaku" that binds up evil and uses it like a throwing rope to "rescue" people who can't get out of trouble by tied up and hoisted up.

This was quickly understood by the "god's grape nil" of the other side of the world, transformed by the power of the exotic god that Grandor had invited.

"This also symbolizes" Achara Nata, "after all, purification after tying it up"?

First, we have to seal the motion and capture it.

In front of Grandor, who looked like an exotic god, there were beautiful green eyes with sharp eyes from the golden hair disturbed by strong winds.

He says he's on the verge of falling into heaven if he doesn't purify, but his eyes are in beautiful and sharp hostility - with pity.

(I can't deny that Gabriel is asking too much for Uriel to save Eliphas.

Do you still think there is a "cause" that has not been loosened?)

The figure of Grandor after being wrapped in the garden of Luotian was the same as the ceremonial costume, but the shape was a very different garment, which appeared to be wrapped in multiple long cloths.

In addition, the simpler but more decorative body wraps around, and most importantly, the more hair I have never stretched before, the more likely the wind is to pull the shelf, the dripping on my left shoulder.

In such a change of appearance, only the gold bracelet on his left arm, while inviting Achara Nata into his own body, left him unchanged in God's ornament. "Only the gold bracelet (this) must not be changed." With the help of any great being, "this" alone cannot give way in the Grandor.

"- We have to be careful."

It is also a condition that suppresses the shape of a mouth that is still overflowing from its own back.

The Garuda Luo Tian's temple was overflowing with great will to "purify" the presence of exotic goddesses and angels - burning everything down, which is like a "cloud of filth" that exists at "height".

(Thank you, great beings seem more harsh to think about)

When I squeezed my mouth tight and told myself that I would never hurt my best friend, and I still looked at my best friend who looked to me.

With a strong wind blowing frequently at "height," Grandor blinks when his extended hair is shelved and his vision snatched away in a flash.

(If your hair has grown to this point, it's like Uriel in the illustration.)

When wearing the secret technique of "descent", I remember the appearance of "Uriel" on it as an illustration in the book in which it was written.

More than eighteen years ago - in order to protect the country to be invaded, "we may gain further strength." That said, an intelligent and exploratory best friend begs permission from the young king.

Until then, deep in the treasure trove of the country, it was permissible to view the secretive art books that had been punished to seal.

"What's in the book is," If you don't use it the wrong way, "secrets and bans that even the world can save.

"There must be no obstacle, Sire Dagger, even if used to protect our country."

The young king only bothered - and forgave.

Seeing each "compatibility" as possible for the use of "secret arts", he assigned to the heroes the angels Netuark would meet.

- Grandor is Uriel, the archangel of the earth.

- Arsen is Gabriel, the archangel of water.

"Somehow, the illustration of an angel named Uriel resembles Grandor."

The words still said by the boy Arsen were unexpectedly remembered.

"Dear Grandor!!"

Then, when the boy's butler's voice running this way, which was in the edge of his sight, entered his ear and stopped his stretched hair from blocking his sight.

"Why won't" Uriel "come out -"

In front of Grandor, a beautiful angel with a filthy back was approaching.

(It's so broad!)

"Dear Grandor, give me a twist!"

"- Okay!

Though it belongs to the boy, following the soothing "work of the year" voice, Grandor steps down on the earth at height - where, for the first time, he realizes he is barefoot - putting forward the left arm of the one with the cord.

The red string then moves quickly and smoothly, just as it caught Louis, the Shaw-named Ancient God (Suzunako), who blew up earlier in the blast.

- Are you going to tie me up?

But both "vessel" and "vessel contents" had their own presence in rapidity, skilfully avoiding the cord and wielding a fine sword to break the string.

"Oh, yeah. And unfortunately, with that sword, this whip won't cut, Gabrielle."

Sometimes the cord is based on a divine artifact called grapenil, but Grandor, who knows about its "roots," smiles in the face of anger.

That's the fact that I was told, in a somewhat play-like way, by my best friend, who is on the verge of being sent to this height.

"I owe you" Lily's whip "as an ingredient to keep Grapenil in this world, so take care of it, right?

You can never slay me, can you? "

This is how the Devil's Sword and Whip came to confront each other. - I also felt an interesting "connection" to the people who knew the details.

And that is also "information" that can only be connected to Grandor.

Arsene's demon sword was a substitute built by a wise man that his father, Angletham Padrick, had taken it over as a shadow, the angelic junior boy told me in a scuffle.

The whip my best friend's niece uses was used by Maple, who was also the wife of Netuark.

If you just go further back, you'll reach a fine figure - a "hero" - just like Alsen's fine sword.

Perhaps Grandor is the only one who can hear from Maple the origin of that whip.

"If I talk to Netsuerk, I'll make him jealous again and think about assassinating Prince Wang, so I'll just tell Grandor.

So, if you get a chance, you can talk to your lovely Arsen. "

A red-haired girl told me her mighty eyes gently and meticulously, a secret.

"This is the whip that Mother Trenia Bubaldia always used."

The red, supple and beautiful twister twists, brilliantly avoiding the fine sword wrapped around the twister trying to cut it off.

"The former" Four Heroes of Peace "also said it was very difficult to spot Trenia's whip attack.

I felt confident about the speed, even Anglecomb Padrick said it was a pain in the ass'

And the beautiful man twists his wrist and avoids "hard work" when the red string of twists tries to tangle the other way around the fine sword of the twister that tries to cut it off.

While avoiding it, the beautiful green eyes are not directed at the Grandor who unloaded the exotic God, - "Uriel".

As he tried to cut off the momentum, the devil's sword wrapped around him rolled out a "thrust," and Grandor hoisted and played a heavier than usual sancho sword.

When Grandor lowers without turning his back and his body floats with each other in such a way that Arsene pursues, the weapons between the beings that dwell on the power of the Xu collide and raise the red firepillars on the spot at that moment.

The swinging red firepillars illuminated each other's faces, and Grandor was staring at the water angel seeking an angel of the earth, adding to the memories of his red-haired best friend, who, just now, respected that he no longer existed in this world.

"Supposed to be the strongest of the four heroes of peace, the strength that stands alongside the god Gloriosa.

On top of that, in the sense that the ghost loved him and made him his companion, Trenia said he might have been "the strongest", also known as the "witch" who picks up people's hearts.

[All the reading of the mind was a table called Trenia, but not only that, but actually the "wife" was strong enough to antagonize with me called the god.

And I hid it in kindness, but I was also smart.

If you pick up your thoughts and read them, stay put, predict your next attack, tell the whip to move, and don't let them attack you].

I think that Trenia was so kind and strong that she made me say that with a smile on her face '

Maple told Grandor that he had been told that by the old king Gloriosa herself, who had drawn her into the heroic candidacy.

"Master Gloriosa also said that when you whip me [you are the weakest of the heroic candidates, but your heart will be the strongest]"

Looking back at what they said was "the weakest of the heroic candidates," although Maple's face seemed a little complicated, Grandor, who knew he was still going to keep talking, was just waiting quietly then.

"So they also asked me to support Master Dagger, who looks like Master Gloriosa, but whose heart resembles Master Trenia unlimited, with what I serve.

I don't know if Netsuerk made a mistake or made a mistake, but I also mistake him for "Prince Wang's Lady Candidate".

Since then, Prince Wang's life has been targeted by the habit of being a heroic candidate, as usual, from Master Dagger.

But Master Dagger also seems to be interested in it.

"It's rare that a man who is hostile to the dawn and clarity of Prince Wang against me is a happy dagger."

At that time, Grandor felt she had a very "good face" while talking about Netsuerk and Dagger as if she was in trouble. Then he keeps talking to me, watching the whip of a whip.

"I love this" gentle serene country, "where the four heroes of peace have evened out, so if they have been invaded, I will fight resolutely.

So, as a force, I thanked him for adding me as a critical candidate for hero, and I told him that I wanted to live up to His Majesty's expectations, as well as when I received this whip.

And I honestly told you that I intend to take advantage of the fact that Netuak is in love with me. "

Using the feelings and opponents "in love" in any way is hard for those with a straight heart.

Especially if the person you use loved and cared about yourself.

'Dear Gloriosa, I'm not stuck on things. But if I found out you have these feelings - maybe if you noticed, I told you honestly because I thought you'd be disappointed in me.

Because it's "hard" for me to be disappointed in someone I admire.

But if I was disappointed and removed from the heroic candidate, then I had a sense that I had no choice but to be disappointed, and I thought I could get back on my feet.

However,

[Maple's strong.]

And it was just a gentle laugh.

[As a same-sex hero, Trenia and Maple are the opposite if you're talking about power and mind.

But the "thoughts" I have are the same. "I want to protect my loved ones no matter what happens to me."

The last thing he said, he added me as a hero candidate, and His Majesty, Gloriosa, gave me the weapon that Trenia was using. '

That's how Maple closes the story, and then he asks one question from Grandor.

"How could you tell me this story first?

Regardless of not telling the over-inclusive Netuark about Maple, the thing about Alsen, another heroic candidate and junior, was as cute as his brother's.

And while he was younger, he also seemed to be more gentle and gentler than Grandor or something. So I thought it might be okay to talk or not to be the best, Arsene.

When asked, Maple first rounded her red eyes the same color as her hair, and then immediately she laughed.

Grandor said, "It's okay."

Say that and laugh again, then look up at the big best friend of the body thinking just a little bit, Maple says.

'Though Arsene is kind, cute and gentleman, as Grandor put it.

That, don't take it in a bad way.

Still, I don't rely - yeah, more than that, in me, Alsen feels like, "You can't rely on me," right?

If you're a Netsurk, you'll compare it in clever words. '

As her mouth searches for expression as she gives out the name of her masterful lover, Grandor accepts the feelings there, which Maple put out in her mouth.

"Oh, that, too, is hard to put into words, but there may be."

So, I don't know what to say, he's too kind.

I also try to hold what I have to hold, as if I were contracting instead '

If that's what Grandor said, Maple nodded too.

"Arsene is so sweet, I'm sure if you heard me, you'd try to melt me into" yourself "from me, even though it's the abomination I should have, trying to help me, my best friend. But then, dirt -" dirty "will get in that kid.

That's why I was the first to tell Grandor that I could do something. "

My best friend made me a warm, gentle smile with strong eyes.

"This is how you will still take the story that I think is" obscene "like a soggy earth.

Even so, if Arsene was here, after taking the conversation, like the water and the earth, the two of us would even "filter" my filthy thoughts.

If he slapped a ton of brown shoulders behind his fist holding the whip of his hand, at the end of the day, he laughed nicely.

'So from now on, no matter how bad the story is, if Grandor and Arsene heard it together, even if it's a bad result, don't run away from it, because they're going to find a proper "answer".

You can't do this alone, but there's a lot you two can do, so at last, it's better to get a little better results.

If I'm "Grandor and Arsene," I can do anything that Netuk can't, I think so, "I believe."

♪ Believe me, the joy of being relied upon ♪

- I don't want to betray the thought you left me, even though I disappeared from this world!.

At the same time, I remembered a nostalgic word, and the weight of the three swords, which had been heavy, became a "familiar object".

And he pushes the temple of Luo Tian, the Garuda, which he suppressed, from the rear, as if to spread the wings of the temple, at once, dyeing the sky at height red, enveloping himself, a good friend like an angel with no wings in front of him.

The next moment an angel wrapped in a scarlet costume suddenly gave a bewildered look at him wrapped in a "shaped mouth" - he was hugged by Grandor, who was hiding Uriel.

The moment we hold each other up, the swords that wrap each other around each other fall overlapping.

"Maple, can you help me gently lift my" best friends "who are going to sink in the dirt?"

The rambling, quiet Grandor inside of his mouth-shaped wings "prayed" as he strengthened the purifying power of "Achara Nata" as he held the angel on the brink of fallen heaven.

The cord - the red string - twists as if to draw the will of the Grandor, tangled in the "two heavenly uses" and firmly bound together.

"Dear Grandor, it is truly brilliant that you are using the power of" Achara Nata "so far."

"Deacon" holds a "gift from his husband" that is in his hand.

If you had a husband, you would have looked like a child and observed him.

Accepting a world without Peen Vinegar, Rock watches the firepillars of the Garuda Luotian's claw as he grips the ring and pocket watch firmly.

What the brown hero did was turn the scene "immovable," whatever temptation or instigation his lord was doing in his last study, and turn away with his face of anger, the God of the Eastern kingdom.

- Never, never hurt yourself with a weapon.

"Not moving at all," immovable "is ironic to me wanting to take a little journey.

But it's a study that ends up stopping at Lobo Row and leading us to protect the world, okay, Rock?

While doing that peacefully well, in the late years I was lying in my bedroom, writing down "Achara Nata" research with special ink, while enjoying a conversation with the butler - writing to my wife in a different room.

"After all, I met Rock, and I guess it was the most fun" time "for us back then."

However, "I want to go back" and the like are not spoken by wise men.

"Thanks to you, I know this is the best way to cheer Karin up right now."

The letter I'm writing with that in mind was a will.

But the will is written every day and the butler takes it to Karin.

"I wonder what today's will is, Rock, let's read it together."

"Yes, ma'am."

At first Karin was surprised by the letter that started with "This is a will," but understood it to be similar to "back then," and remembered, she hadn't spoken out and laughed at me in decades.

"Really, Lord, I like pranks."

Throughout a period of time, losing all strength at once and then ceding the Lord's seat to his son's van did not change the way he called it in Pean, Karin and Rock.

And Rock was also laughing when he saw Karin laughing out loud and reading letters like a girl, who had just arrived in her daughter-in-law, in an interaction that was carried out this way.

"Your husband doesn't have to do the magic of descent, but he doesn't move from this place, and you're saving your wife's feelings by just writing to her."

Deacon was even proud of the greatness of his Lord for the reaction of Karin's letter.

- So I didn't want you to be gone.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, praise me and I'll be in good shape.

Still, I wanted to see the descent of "Achara Nata" - is there any talent that the "youngsters" might be able to do next time they become heroes of this country?.

If it's just magic, even my granddaughter can do it, but the body vessel is too small '

"Come on, what do you think? I'll look into it next time, wait, sir. '

While there's fun, the butler undertakes because he knows he'll always regain his temper.

And when I get the fun, my husband, he'll be fine, even tonight as soon as possible.

"Oh," 'cause I'm waiting, "" I asked you, "Rock."

The Deacon did not realize that the Sage, the Lord, was diligently at that time carrying out his words as usual, as usual.

"There were rocks and karin, so I thought I'd take the wings that I could fly, but I'd protect this territory without moving."

While finishing even the last study with transparent fruit juice ink, depending on what you listen to, you say words that stir up some apprehension, but the butler was calm.

It's from your words to your wife, "Will."

There are places that are slightly too shiny, but you know exactly what you think of them.

Is it an influence from Master Julian Zaheto?

"I admit it's a kizza, but I don't care who my kizza is, because Karin is adding knowledge (esprit) that can be interpreted."

The deacon, who knows that a wise man who does not even allow himself to be restrained in the management of witchcraft is unusual and confrontational to a gentle mercenary who meets later in his life and has no use for magic at all, laughed at this "murky" reaction.

"Yes, I'm asking your wife, Karin."

That word you're being taught what it means has a slight increase in body temperature.

"For your sake, I'll take the flying feathers I've got."

Karin's letter seems to use such a dialogue once or three times.

"There were dreams and things I wanted to do, but I couldn't get them by stopping at the place and not being immovable there, happiness and awareness were in this realm."

I'm sure this includes the "rock" thing. My husband has a strange and illuminating place, so if you wrote to me like this, you must know what it means and tell Rock.

Besides, I guess you're always trying to cheer me up by showing me the cool rock can illuminate. '

So I smiled and Karin told me to shut up about the bright red.

"Come on, the study of" Achara Nata, "to a certain extent, was entwined"

Exhale and release the blade pen from normal paper, not knowing what is written at a glance.

"Rock, even under the Japanese spelling book I kept this in storage before this, I need you to stay in the appropriate seal as" extra paper ""

"Accepted"

Receiving a "secret study" from the wise man, the butler delivers it to one of the common envelopes.

"It's in the woods to hide the leaves, in the paper if you want to hide the paper.

There is no twist, but when looking, there is most time, attention and concentration.

Besides, it comes with craftsmanship from the wise, ultimately, it will be harsh, it will use magic, and the person you seek and find will be exhausted enough to fall asleep. "

With a body that woke up only the upper body in the bedroom, when Pean put his long arms together and laughed unfaithfully, the butler put it down once before closing the bag with the paper on it and put a gown on its wide back.

'Isn't that jumping over the flirtatious mind and into the earliest realm of harassment, sir?

The lock has a simple seal and can do anything to "stack the excess paper in an envelope".

Seeing it, the wise man nodded contentedly.

But if you find that part and realize that it's coming down to "Achara Nata," you can get the power of an exotic god to save your beloved one without hurting him.

"Hard work pays off." As for how the world works, don't you think it's the best?

'That, if it all happened, might be arrogance, but you really want it to be, if you can'

So far, I hugged a large envelope, thinking that what the Lord had done could not have been in vain.

- The study of exotic witchcraft that Lord Robrow wanted the country to ask him to do was "done with the amount that Pean Vinegar finishes," but after the ban with Julian Zaheto, there seemed to be something to think about, and he kept secretly researching it.

"Come on," next. "What research do you want me to write to Karin about what will and deliver it to Rock?.

Oh, before we do that, we have to pretend to be sick to mislead healers and doctors. "

Um, and if you made a stretch, the gown the butler put on me drops.

"- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was terrible"

Fine, I picked it up immediately and put it on my wide shoulder again, my big hand suddenly careless and touched the butler.

"Always," thank you. "

On a mild note, I said, if I laughed nicely, the butler laughed too.

Deacon doesn't realize the Lord's "greatest flirtatious act of life".

Sir, do you want to do the East Country thing again next? Then we'll have all the materials. '

'So, I need to ask Cinellaria something, so call her tomorrow evening or so.

In the meantime, Rock wants Karin's opponent. "

'Okay, sir, I'll see if I'm a new hero who could descend Achara Nata, too.

If you're a hero who might be able to descend, you might want to invite him to Robrow. '

I will try to hold the envelope of the study that was given to me and put it in storage.

"So," wait, sir. ""

Now, if the sage Pean Vinegar's time in this world will extend, as much as the butler will run to find the technique.

'- Oh, that's, uh, exciting. Rock, I look forward to "waiting" for the materials Rock will look into and bring to you.

- So, slow down, keep up with me.

I managed to swallow the same words and the words I was going to add at the end, overlapping the same name.

And after sending the butler out, the wise man lays on his long body and stares at the hand he just touched.

"I can't believe myself, my life expectancy is acceptable, but in the face of my own death, my loved ones can't stand to cry"

Laugh lightly, meditate your eyes.

- Rock, I'm waiting for you, so after you survive, let me hear the story of the descent of Achara Nata on the other side.

I didn't know why. I was in tears.

Explore the deep thoughts and make a close plan for the surroundings that you foresee until the distant future - the savvy Pean Vinegar of the plot fell asleep quietly the evening after that, nursed by his family.

"That, the clock is stopping"

'Well, if only the lord had seen it.

You like what you say and what your lord says about machines.

"Well, it's best for your husband to have a good time, Mrs. Karin."

With that in mind, Rock was talking about Karin and his Lord by putting his pocket watch back in his chest pocket, which contained a note describing the hero of the new country, Grandor McGaffin.

"Master Grandor should be able to do enough of the" Achara Nata "vessels..."

Though in a fiery flame in the shape of the mouth of the Garuda Luotian, the red string of the rhinoceros descends "Achara Nata", and Grandor ties it together from above to hold Arsen, who is Gabriel on the verge of fallen heaven.

"Dear Alsen, the filth on your back is too big."

- Big filth that wasn't sorted because Locke stopped time.

I knew the pean had disappeared from the world, but I couldn't accept that it was dead.

If you had another chance,

Hey, Rock.

And I was waving, dreaming of such "events that shouldn't happen" that would call me.

So, because you have to be at every lock then - your body stops "time".

And that's when the important role you've been given begins to lag behind.

My heart was only craving time with my husband, who had disappeared, and I was just looking for Pean Vinegar and Karin Vinegar for the day I was there, not looking at the malice that fell on the Lord's granddaughter.

In the meantime, before Pean Vinegar "disappeared," Julian Zaheto dazzled from the caravan because Eliphas' body grew significantly faster.

Still, if Locke had sorted out the malice that came across the mask, he would have filtered the mask and offered it to Eliphas as a "offering," and the things that could be stored would not have been "filthy."

However, if I listened to the girl with the mask in her eyes meditating, I could easily feel Pean and Karin there, so I turned my heart to her not being hurt and all that.

However, in another sense, the butler could not distract himself from real events.

The daughters of Peen come to their mouths regarding their internal affairs with a thick and shameless mouth that the Lord, Peen Vinegar, was trying so hard to protect himself, and that they "had the right to govern themselves" the Territory Robrow.

You can't show a lobby like this when your "disappeared husband" returns.

That was really unforgivable, and I was looking for the power to "sweep" them away in peace.

However, those who hit their daughters, inherited from those who hit their fathers, who persuaded them of the wit there and the restraint and unworldliness of the place of their own of those who hit their mothers, even made it to the faction and directed it to the "Lords" who took over after it.

Both the van and his wife, Cinellaria, had done quite a bit of malice from blood ties, and their children were trying to do it without graduation.

Generally speaking, the two sons of the van who were supposedly to inherit the lord's trail also went outside on their own annoyed by the words "if they were to inherit the trail, they would have to learn more" and "the world didn't know" and somehow tried to kick themselves out of "Robrow".

My aunts, who were lord's sisters at the time, thought they had just kicked themselves out, but that was different.

On the journey, Apricot's two older brothers only remembered the words "grandfather" gave them to them at the old lord's mansion when they were young.

[When you brothers have a chance to "escape" from the bondage of this land, don't get lost from your grandfather.] Don't go wrong with "where to fight"]

It's not something we should be arguing about right now.

The two brothers knew about it, so they left the beautiful homeland of the valley in the name of a "tour" without choosing what was likely to be a dispute in vain.

However, when I left, I left a short message saying, "Ask the butler to do the house thing".

As a "succession candidate," the sons of the most promising lords left, "if anything happened to the lord's van," the aunts give their opinions to the territorial council on "provisional succession."

The daughter-in-law begins to insist that they also have rights to themselves, who are immediately on the side, and to their children, who are boys born to them.

In times, men and women were equal, and if anything happened to "Van Vinegar," even women should have lord's authority over their predecessors and those close to their blood.

"Lords" - their weak-minded ignorance of the world, even their secretly belittling mother, Karin, refrained from calling them "Lords' wives" by name.

In close proximity to reason, disrespectfully calling Van, who is obviously also the lord, the butler refrains from the side of the "present lord" and smiles gently, hitting his tongue violently and without sound.

However, because the troublesome research work we don't know helps each other, only the "sweet juice" that we get from being lords tells us to turn it around.

"If you set up a succession that is equal to men and women and not as weak as I am, there will be no complaints."

He sighs and publicly declares that the van will set up his daughter as a heir.

This was also unexpected for my aunts. I refrained from making fun of the boulder like before since I was a girl and suffered a major burn to my face.

After using Cinellaria to "make fun of" her when she was born, she suffered burns to her face, so she didn't even go to school. I think her friends and other children are only in the caravan from outside the territory, a shadowy child.

However, with the backdrop on agriculture called Muscari, the part of the lord's job is to do it with his arms that make him feel like his father, Pean Vinegar.

If Apricot and Van proclaim their Lords while proclaiming gender equality on their own, they begin to say, "I can't believe women are Lords."

Furthermore, the sisters who come out with the phrase, "The happiness of a woman is to be married" are discouraged by the fact that the van does not sit on the council of internal affairs.

And he lifted that sharp gaze that once silenced his sisters, the wand he had always used since he became lord, pointing sharp and opening his mouth wide.

"Even if you don't speak up about your daughter's face, you don't have a daughter-in-law. I've spent my whole life in this lobby, and I can only help you with my assistant's work.

Put that in a social setting, what you were whispering about, it's in this ear.

And if your lords claim that men and women are equal and draw the blood of Peen Vinegar, "fit for the times,"

Next to himself, the lord, on the other side of the deacon, he sees his daughter in a mask and quietly stands down and continues his words.

"In due course, it would be better to make Apricot, now also a young man, her first lord as a woman in Robrow than" the sisters of an outdated van. "

Now Van Vinegar will silence four sisters by himself, even without his father and loving pean vinegar of the Lobrow people, which will also be Van Vinegar's stunning "valiant defeat from the lord".

However, some of the inhabitants did have ancient ginseng who were still resistant to saying that women stood out.

So even on the surface, if I described it as a procedure, "surrogate lords" between the days when the sons of the van who are on tour return, there would be no big complaints.

Agricultural people, in a somewhat transverse manner, are not dissatisfied by the inhabitants if they let Muscari, who wave brilliant arms when it comes to instruction, hold full powers.

"Research work", with the help of a butler and occasionally with advice from a van, Apricot showed a role reminiscent of a former pean.

Then, her granddaughter found a sheet of paper describing the secret art of the descent of "Achara Nata" in a special ink of fruit juice, which her grandfather had lurked in Zo, and put her hands on it so that it would be easy for her to keep it at hand.

Thus, in the midst of a solemn takeover, Karin Vinegar, quietly takes her breath away.

Karin's funeral also has her own hopes, and quietly, the butler who took the last of her will wants her to mourn next to Peen Vinegar's coffin tells the van.

Without recalling the son of the van who was on tour, the van, who had retired from the lord, ordered the butler, and the funeral was performed as seldom as hoped.

Martha, who knew what she was doing as Karin's "Lady Lords" during her lifetime, and the people she cared for, put a lovely bouquet of flowers at her sleeping next to the Lords.

Cinellaria also came to the tomb where her righteous parents would sleep, without setting aside two days and a day.

As if he was relieved that he had succeeded safely, the passing of Karin and the factions in the new Lords' mansion, which had been around for some time, were close to Ariel when Van and Cinellaria moved to the former Lords' mansion.

However, sometimes it is too good, "it blocked the mouth of the sisters who are after the lord's seat", and things such as malice that cannot be put out in the mouth can also lead to distortions and swells.

At least the aunts might have lowered their drinks a little, watching as the Apricot they took over was hurt or depressed by "sarcasm and dislike."

But the masked lords weren't dealing with their aunts at all.

Instead, her masked niece's attitude and behavior, reminiscent of Peen Vinegar, a "father" who defied and rebelled against something in the past when her aunts were girls, increase each time she acts as a lord.

In addition to that, the feeling that she was "busy" for some reason was distressing in her aunts, even if she used respectful language and normally exchanged words for "reciprocity".

In the end, they will be able to understand the identity of their grievances at the end of their lives.

Thus, while Apricot is poured out with all his malice and distorted feelings, Rock blunts his heart and in his days of protecting the "heart of the surrogate lord," a news from a nostalgic figure reaches Robrow.

"After parenting, may I go play?" The sender of such a joke-mixed letter, if you've seen it in general, is Eliphas Zaheto, a mercenary, who is called "Apricot's Childhood Friendly."

The acting lord, of course, was also pleased to send out a reply to the effect that he would accept.

Neither Apricot nor Eliphas remember the "ban" imposed on each other.

And while Rock had done so far as protecting Apricot was concerned, he had really forgotten to sort out what was dedicated to her.

I just forget my role, and I remember how my beloved sage and gentle mercenary performed the ban.

The strange thing is that she's back, Eliphas, but it didn't even look like she was carrying the "filth" on her back.

The rest of us did not like the land pattern, but when we find out it was Julian Zaheto's "adopted son" who used to work as a caution stick for the caravan, the young ones, anyway, the old men of Robrow accept her.

In addition to that, sometimes Eliphas is really good at caring for his children and other residents gradually start accepting friends of surrogate lords with big breasts.

Above all, the "Martha Little Mother" of the Lords' Mansion was also truly pleased to reunite with her for a long time, and the reign of the Acting Lords thought it would continue this way to Antai.

"What happened to the gun, Master Eliphas?"

"Oh, I let two disciples take over, each of them.

As my master told me, "I am exorcism, I am your protector."

When it's time to get mushy, it's better if you don't.

But now because my best friend I met on the trip taught me how to handle knives too '

'Really, your best friend. That's good.'

'Yeah, a guy as beautiful as an angel and a guy with a heart like a big earth.

- I just can't possibly see him anymore. "

That's what he says, he shows me the knife on his hips belt.

Deacons and mercenaries were slightly silent on the phrase "I can't see you anymore".

I didn't even put it in words, but I knew that there were "important people I really can't see anymore".

Immediately, Eliphas talks to Rock to get her feelings back on track.

'- It's been a really long time, but I'm glad Mr. Rock, Mr. Apricot, and Mr. Martha seem fine.

Other members of your family, though not there, are most important in your victory. "

Eliphas laughed when she turned her face just a little red and looked at Rock, who was still taller than her, even if she was old.

I remember when I first met her when her face turned red.

Julian Zaheto held me up, and even then I was blushing and staring at myself.

Hurry up. First love.

(I wonder who Eliphas fell in love with the first time then)

My body became totally attractive, but a gentle mercenary "daughter" came to me who seemed the same back then, a few days later...

It appeared to Eliphas that the black "monkey" had begun to stick together.

(What the hell is this?)

I don't know, but Rock only knows that it's not a good thing.

However, Eliphas herself doesn't realize and neither does Apricot, who seems keen on such things, who seems to have taken over Pean Vinegar's talent.

Even as the butler casually asked, Eliphas made her face a little red, but didn't let her complain about her physical condition in particular.

It follows Eliphas around day after day, as if she were going to descend upon this land.

But I hope Eliphas is alright, Apricot doesn't notice anything either, and I noticed that there was a butler in there.

Somehow, the lord's mansion felt quiet - too quiet.

Apricot took over the Lords as a substitute for Karin's passing and the mess continued, but in the meantime, those annoying "daughters" were getting some difficulty, and it's healed at some point.

(Always like those who are obsessed with something?)

I had a really bad feeling about it.

"Ah!, Mr. Rock"

"- Master Eliphas."

In the middle of a heartbeat in the hallway of the mansion, he holds a black beard, but usually Eliphas comes with something like a letter in his hand, shaking his big breast.

If you're a woman living in Robrow, unless it's a job, you don't stop a man, so Rock was still just a little bit to the unfamiliar call, surprised and waiting for her to come.

Apricot gave me permission to talk to Mr. Locke once.

"Yes, what is it?"

While Eliphas showed the letter, he heard the butler say that he wanted the "apprentice who made him inherit his mark" to use the Lord's caution stick as his first job.

"So, I'm a brother, but my brother, Ato, has a disability."

"- Are you your brother, your brother?"

I'm looking for a job, but not many are mercenary or long-term in a peaceful situation, and the caravan's bigger merchants blur that they have a contract exclusively.

And most importantly, my brother is still my brother's boy necklace.

Therefore, regardless of the mercenary or caution stick, he wanted to make the general "working training" a brotherhood in Robrow.

'I don't mind Apricot, but Mr. Locke is in charge.

If it was good, fine, okay?

- My brother, the brother of thoughts.

I've never even met her, but if Eliphas had taken care of her, Rock would have liked to see her.

And above all, my feelings were attracted to the word brothers, who sounded gentle.

'Yeah, brother, go ahead. My lord's permission is better than mine, so I'll take care of it. "

When he snorted with pleasure, Eliphas nodded with joy, even as he held the snort.

"Good!, because I will also help mentor you so that you don't have any difficulty getting to work on your territory or those kids as far as I can.

I neglected to teach them anything that might lead to a job because of the routine courtesy of taking over mercenary work. "

I say a little shy, but I'm sure if this woman was lovingly raised from "Julian Zaheto," there might have been a missing part, but it also seems to me that the butler took care of the brothers he took away really well.

- Still, I think it's a fine thing to take two orphans and raise them.

I'm sure both of your brothers are sincerely grateful to Eliphas. "

If the butler praised him, a mercenary of a woman who was also a mercenary and made a brave impression could be lit up like a girl.

Though an adult woman, the butler also talked about her birth, overlapping it with a rare feeling of praise, even though she thought it was adorable.

"- I also asked my husband, Pean Vinegar, to pick up where he was orphaned by a natural disaster."

As for the same body, I don't think you can really appreciate someone like Eliphas for his brother. '

'Cause then I'm like, "Julian Zaheto" picked it up!.

I'm just giving back what I owe you. "

Smiling only at his humble appearance, he finds out that the "Prohibition" he carried out with his husband, customer, and butler is working well, and he is relieved.

(I'm sure you can't imagine her being here as this sweet attractive woman, "not a person")

They say they've taken over Pean's talent, that Apricot hasn't even noticed one of the banned scales, so I'm sure Eliphas hasn't suspected that he's not a "person," etc.

Compared to them, Eliphas is like a merciful goddess.

When I think of the phrase "merciful goddess," I ask where I care.

"Well, your brother has a disability, how is he doing?"

"Oh, that's right -"

Eliphas tells me about a boy named Ato, who has a "disability," and the butler nods small.

'I see, I get it.

Let's get you ready downstairs, because it'll be easier and cheaper to get used to this life. '

In secret, Rock also expects something too strong "restraint" than what Eliphas calls an atomic handicap, "likely to burn in the care" for a long time.

'I'm sorry, because I can't even take care of him until I'm in the servant's men's room with a lobby on a boulder.

Besides, when Stu first came here, I thought he was all over himself. "

Even though I'm afraid, if I follow the custom of the land pattern, I can't even take immediate care of it, so Eliphas has to ask Rock to do it.

If that's what you promised to live in a place called Robrow, I'm also happy with Rock for the attitude he tries to keep.

"Master Eliphas is really like Julian Zaheto, you have a kind heart.

Normally, I would tell a healthy brother to take care of his family. "

To several compliments, Eliphas turned red in the black "" again.

'Not so much, it's not a compliment.

Now is the time for two brothers to do well, but when I just picked it up, there was a lot of fighting.

But you know what, those two were both caring about each other.

Stu, too, is worried and distant while fighting and leaving his brother Ato behind, but with his face saying he can't help but worry about Ato coming, he's waiting.

Ato is also Ato, he cries woefully, he gets up on his own, he looks for his brother, and he walks on his own.

Because I just helped so that those two people could always help each other without having to fight. And while I may be rude to say this, it's because of my best friend like a goddess that I thought I'd take it away even with a handicapped atom. "

It's like "Goddess," isn't it?

The butler bewitched the boulder because Eliphas in front of him had spoken the words he had just thought of.

Elsewhere in Rock's surprise, Eliphas leans down really nostalgic, remembering the "goddess," and talks about her goddess.

'I'm not the same person as my best friend I mentioned earlier, though.

The two of them mentioned that they couldn't see each other because of circumstances and "occupation" that prevented them from moving from a certain land.

People like that goddess, sadly, have died in that "catastrophe," and it's no longer possible to meet them.

But he was really sweet, he was a great guy.

In me, he was really like a goddess. Let me know what that person thinks, drawing on the feelings of a child like Ato or a person in a position - '

"Maybe he had" purple "eyes?

Although Eliphas is in the middle of a conversation, Rock asks, inadvertently pinching words.

The time series is different, and a long time before she was "born," she's disappeared from this world.

But in the rock, he's gentle and strong, like a goddess. I have purple eyes, I pick up and read people's feelings, I ask over and over again the witch "Trenia Bubaldia" who loves children and babies.

The person Eliphas says is also a dead word, but if it was, it could be that her loved ones are involved.

"Are you purple eyes?.

No, I didn't.

She was red, yes, "red," hair, eyes. "

- The edges, they didn't connect. To the sudden butler's inquiry, Eliphas now speaks the words of denial, albeit more bewildered, and then immediately gives a look of sorry.

'I'm sorry, maybe I betrayed Mr. Rock while he said something that would make him expect something terrible?

'No! Because in the first place, it was difficult to even connect.

Besides, it must be natural to be someone else, but knowing someone like a goddess separately may mean a good world.

It would be hard to ask one person for too many roles. "

With those words in my mouth, it is always the Lord of this land that I have been asked to remember.

- Hey, Rock.

If I hadn't really asked for the role of "Pean Vinegar," just one "lord," I would never have been so tied to a place.

The van is taking over to some extent, so my husband "is here" to spend his time as an individual of the pean...

So the butler's thinking stops. Still, my mind knows that "Pean Vinegar" has disappeared, but "I didn't accept he was dead".

So the idea is that having Peen Vinegar is a prerequisite thing that's moving, and that's where it stops.

"Really, even those who can speak out must be really like goddesses if they can't express their true feelings but can't express them on their own volition."

'- Oh, yeah! Mr. Locke, I don't mean to thank you, but is there anything you'd like me to do?

The former mercenary, who felt that the color of the butler's eyes was very depressing, said so as to switch the story. To the suggestion of surprise, the butler blinks violently behind his face made to look "old."

'Nothing, thank you, etc.

Besides, I am the deacon of the Vinegar family, so if the lord commands me, I will follow his instructions. '

Yes, before Pean Vinegar came to this land, he asked me to, until he did.

"Well, then, not as a butler, but as an" Mr. Rock. "Do you have anything you like or want to know?

I'm sure I'll take the time to welcome those kids, so I'll fill in what I can fill.

Well, if Mr. Rock was studying something, and there was something only a woman could do, still!

If Eliphas blinked more violently at the words he told him to eat down, he would remember the Lord again.

"Let's find out what we like about Rock, little by little. That's Pean Vinegar's Hope."

(I think, Master Eliphas, this man's body is somewhere on the edge of his husband.)

- But as a wise man, Pean Vinegar couldn't accept this "goddess-like person" in front of him.

Even though what her husband said was absolute, her resolute attitude of admitting but not accepting Eliphas involved slight pity.

(Really, you're kinder and more considerate than them)

At that time, Eliphas' body was covered with a black beard.

- Every day, every time I see her, I feel stronger.

There was an overlap of chest noise earlier.

"Then, Master Eliphas, may I ask for two..."

'Yes, ask for anything!

Eliphas shook his chest and undertook a wish from the "first love" person. The first of Rock's wishes is to explore the "trends" of people who are the aunts of overly quiet lords these days.

So to meet that expectation, Eliphas discovered their evil deeds, "really stupid and rude," if he used the legend when he was mercenarizing again.

And that was enough to break the heart of a gentle "pitiful goddess".

I often listened to Robrow after he became friends with Apricot to Julian Zaheto, a kind and loving man who called him a master but thought he was like "father".

"Apricot isn't a bad person herself, but she's in a difficult position to make friends with.

As a gentle mercenary and apprentice to his gun brother Julian Zaheto, Eliphas Zaheto had to be friends with her without getting lost. "Although it was an unknown reason, I found out that my master was saying something very good.

So Eliphas immediately became friends with the girl in the mask if he got to Robrow.

Apricot was the "granddaughter of the lord," and although he was often reading books and doing martial arts arches, if Eliphas was on his side, he was giving me the edge of his little mouth under the mask.

At the end of the year, Apricot picked up the words and read and played with the dictionary that her grandfather gave her when she knew all sorts of things and the two of us could do things we didn't.

Eliphas started it with a nose song, and he wrote a song called "Lord Seesaw."

If the two of us were playing friendly, Mother Martha would make us some delicious biscuits, or Deacon Rock would - Master says, "Eliphas' first love" would bring us some tea.

So even in the year she grew up a good adult who raised the apprentice she took away, Eliphas had become very conscious of "Mr. Rock".

However, that was fortunately something that had not been noticed except by Julian, the master.

- Eliphas will love very much the land called Robrow, which he visits in the caravan with his master Julian Zaheto.

But it didn't last for years, and suddenly the "end" came. The trigger was when younger Eliphas overtook Apricot's height.

The first thing I noticed was Martha Little Mother, and the next thing I know, if Martha Little Mother talked to Mr. Locke - in front of Eliphas, a tall gray-haired person appeared.

The man, Apricot, who rarely boasts, was the only "grandfather" to speak proudly, and Pean Vinegar, lord of the land.

Strangely, even though he is not absent from the territory, Eliphas never met the lord of the territory, his favorite Robrow, until then.

"He's a very, very naughty, funny sweet grandfather."

That's what Apricot said, but it didn't look like to Eliphas.

With sharp eyes, I can see that I'm still "observing" myself as a child.

However, the atmosphere that exudes "wit" on its tall back has a sense of being caught in the harp line in the abyss of Eliphas' heart.

- He looks the same, but he's not.

- But this man is also a "lonely king". It was a kind man who cut the gaze of the Lord who observes the Goddess, who was beginning to grow rapidly.

"Hey, Pean Vinegar, what a sharp eye you've got for your kid, and my" pretty apprentice "?

This one also suddenly appeared from behind Eliphas, holding his pretty disciple to protect him from the Lord's sharp gaze.

Always a soft narrative Julian spoke in a spicy tone, so if Eliphas was surprised about it while he held him up, now the butler's lock shows up.

"Sir, Master Julian."

With the sound of a troubled voice, the butler actually enters between the two, calling each of the people who called his name.

"- If you want me to put you on my granddaughter's side as a" friend, "once, I'll have to spend some time outside and adjust."

- I know.

Lords and mercenaries turned their backs on each other in such a way that they didn't bluff at each other.

Eliphas didn't know what she was talking about.