Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

That night, Julian and I did not stay in the caravan tent and went wild with each other at the permissible place in Robrow's wilderness.

Eliphas, do you want to stay friends with Apricot?

"Yes, master. And I, Robrow, like it."

Julian gave the Apprentice's words, "I like Robrow," as if she had guessed something, a painful look on her face and laughed small.

- Well, what you have to do now to be friends with Apricot could be hard on Eliphas.

Then in front of the bonfire, from now on, quit the caravan caution stick and start living alone away.

And to this Robrow, until the "time when Apricot finds out he's grown up," Eliphas must not approach the land.

Though I don't know why, I made a lot of other promises to make my age appropriate to the situation.

But Julian's words contained the usual tenderness that he thought was for Eliphas, so he nodded honestly and obeyed.

'I'm sorry, Eliphas. But if Eliphas likes Robrow, he likes Apricot, and he wants to come back here someday, he has to leave now.

Instead, I'll do whatever I can to make you Eliphas. "

I nodded honestly again because I understood that it was a gentle, untrue word.

- Can't I do something for you, sweet Julian Zaheto?

By then, such thoughts still surfaced unexpectedly in my little breasts.

- I just wanted to spend some time peacefully with this guy like this, and although I'm happy, I wanted to give him something.

"Hey, Master. Is there anything the master wants me to do?

When I said such words, my eyes moved to surprise me with a good amount of wrinkles.

- Eliphas doesn't have to worry about that.

It seemed to work that way, this one also tried to move the wrinkled mouth, but it stops.

Then, as usual, I laughed gently and stroked my head.

'Well, then, when this "Celisanceum" country is in trouble, Eliphas will take his side.

Of course, I'm the one who's kind enough to fight to help Eliphas in trouble. "

"Yes, Master"

- Whatever happened, Eliphas engraved the word deeply into his chest, taking the side of a country called Selisanceum, as a promise to Julian Zaheto.

"A sweet caring girl is good, but I knew I could" fight. "Girls are good, too.

I'd rather not have much, but I still have things to fight for.

Besides, if you can't fight it, it's time to... '

After just a little worrying, Julian reaches into his nostalgia - taking out a beautiful silver gun he rarely uses and letting the little Eliphas still hold it.

"- Master?"

Always, Eliphas was bewildered the first time he touched his master's weapon, which only allowed him to see it, because it was very dangerous.

"This is Eliphas' weapon."

With immediate eyes, the girl can see that Julian, the master, sees someone who is Eliphas and not Eliphas - a different "Eliphas" through herself.

But he immediately looked at himself.

I know in the depths of my heart that there is that "different Eliphas" and that there is an Eliphas named me.

So wait for the continuation of Julian's words, with no doubt in mind at all.

"Apricot and so that Eliphas could fight as well.

And the weapon Eliphas uses is one that only someone friendly to this world can possess.

Let me show you how to use it, Julian, who is the best at using guns in this world. '

"Master, even I think it's a kizza."

He said, "What?

Laughing, he laid down his weapon, and then Julian and Eliphas spent the night before he left Robrow so that his parents and children could twist in front of the burning fire.

Earlier the next morning, the two of us travel on Robrow.

It's not supposed to be the "end of the line," but Julian has been watching Robrow's proud gorge for quite some time.

The time was still early for autumn red leaves, but early blooming autumn cherry blossoms (cosmos) were shaking in the wind.

"Eliphas, could you just stand in the autumn cherry blossom for a moment to commemorate your trip and laugh and see"

"Fine, Master."

Julian Zaheto nodded satisfactorily when he watched Eliphas laughing in the autumn cherry blossom garden.

"You're not crazy to be in order, Eliphas."

Overnight, the mercenary smiled, staring at her "daughter," who was growing again visibly.

"Nobody's gonna say anything funny about the flowers that were buds yesterday that blossomed the next day."

Just a little while, I remembered the "wise man" who gave me a weapon called a gun and said reason.

Then, mercenaries begin to teach training and simple physical skills to take over the "gun brothers" from their disciples.

And before dealing with the gun, Eliphas was happy to speak out if he had made a slingshot to feed and nurture the "Survey" first.

"For once, I'm a lady, so how about that kind of joy when they propose a ring or something?"

It wasn't enough to please me, but Julian cautioned.

Then the apprentice, who is already growing up with her daughter from the girl, laughs with joy as she dyes her cheeks red, sorry, but still.

'I don't know, I really wanted it.

I feel like I've been waiting for Julian to give me a slingshot.

When his daughter Eliphas utters the word "waited", Julian looks over her disciple again at a different "Eliphas".

"- Well, then, I wish I had made it for you more" quickly, to Eliphas.

That's what I can teach you, and when it comes to knowledge, except for the art of sacrifice, Eliphas is better up there. "

"Master, even if you want to teach me how to study, your presbyopia is starting."

He joked about the slingshot and said he was imitating shooting at Julian, so he scolded him harshly that only "shooting at someone who didn't do harm" should be done.

I honestly apologize to Eliphas for this, too.

"Sorry, Master"

'Next time, I'll break it.

And Eliphas will scold anyone who shoots at people - children. "

While caring for his opponent, he carefully taught his disciples "what gentlemen mean to fight".

Then, immediately, Eliphas grows to a body that has no inconvenience handling guns.

Seeing it, Julian carefully teaches his disciples how to handle guns, thinking it was good that when that body began to grow rapidly, he was making a good decision to leave Robrow without hesitation.

And what's growing really, really fast, was to try to teach myself a weapon called a gun - "Julian, not much time left," which I really appreciated.

"It's strange how you know your time of death."

As always, I can see that the lightning of life in my body weakens to a habit that has no connection at all with things like magic.

Although I don't have a physical "weakness," I well see that I don't have much "vitality" left in me anymore.

Lord Robrow, it was a "curse" after Pean Vinegar gave birth to Eliphas.

- As the "guardian" of that existence, I'll make it easier for you to take responsibility.

Even though he didn't recognize Eliphas as a person, he fully understood that he needed someone in a position of "guardian" in this world.

Just because you're in a "position" that you can't admit to being a wise man doesn't mean you want me to be unhappy.

"At the very least, the salvation is that the apprentice is growing fast, and there's going to be a lot of mercenary work to do."

For a gentle man, I get a rare and sarcastic look.

It is no exaggeration to say that my childhood best friends devoted their lives to work, which led the country to a level: the leaning Selisanceum.

Nevertheless, the Prime Minister had begun to put the law in place by "equality", which distorted the peace, and by frightened exchangers in the leaning country.

He was frightened by the life of the leaning country, and the people were also embracing the policies pursued by the exchangers towards an "equal country" in agreement with it.

If even two of Julian's best friends had "survived" this "distorted land of equality" would have been avoided.

However, as ironic as it may seem, two of the "heroes of peace" disappeared from this world and died while not saying that they had "finished their role" after finishing the country's peace.

According to the proclamation, Barrota, who hid the Pope, the brother of "Eliphas", is also weak for a long time.

And if you pass on the bloody "mercenary" information network, the story of the country being prepared downwards for "a country that's flattened and easier to break into" comes in as it flows.

But there were stories of an old king who was still said to be a "god", sitting on the throne and samurai a machete, who was letting the countries that tried to attack him step on his feet.

It seems that the "remnants" who did the right work for the name of the "god" when they "unveiled" Gloriosa as king of the new Selisanceum, inviting someone to hit quite a few heavy towns in other countries after the peace.

"Boulder, Gloriosa.

So, a little more, good luck with that. '

Until Eliphas Zaheto was made to take over as a "second-generation mercenary gun brother".

"Just a little more"

I'm sure "he took" it that way to stretch his time, perhaps unexpectedly by himself, a brown-faced friend who had traveled from this world.

"So, Angletham's a boulder, too. I know how to use Gloriosa '

- Eliphas sits down on the stump and hears the sound of a gunshot, even with earplugs, watching Julian fire at what he made (Ma 'an) for practice, with calm eyes with his cheek cane attached.

Every time she fires a gun and a spark can be fired from the muzzle, she feels somewhat "sober."

I remembered how unexpectedly I looked at Eliphas and how that brown friend ended up, and I layered it.

I wonder how my best friend would feel if I was familiar with him as a "father", although all the angelic boys were crying?.

Though it has also been said to be cold, walking with children had a "real smile" on his face.

Really, because it seemed like a happy time.

And at the end of the day, I saved the lives of my own children.

(Maybe you didn't even think about "I wish time would stop like this")

Now Julian was right to think so.

In this way, if a disciple - a "daughter" with something of a loved one - could finish her life while she was having a full time, I think, "Okay."

"I love you, Eliphas."

I'm sure, though I didn't hear you, I moved my mouth small and squealed.

A disciple shoots through the center of the target continuously, thumbs up on this side and laughs "ni".

Julian also laughs back by showing it as Ni.

I don't know what the cause and effect is, but I've become a daughter with a developed breast, but I'm far from the word "colorful".

But I also thought it was "Eliphas".

If you were a lover and a wife, I think Julian would have said "I love you" right now.

However, if it were my "child," I didn't think of the right word to only speak the word I love.

I just swore I would never say what I think of my daughter.

- Master, Julian, look, three times in a row.

I can't hear the words, but when I see my daughter's lips, I know what I want to tell her.

- Anglecomb, you, you felt so happy, you were holding your "family" tight then.

When I think about it so much, my strength falls off sullenly on my cheeky arm.

Slowly, Julian fell forward from sitting on the stump.

The sight is normally visible and also has a soft grass and earthy scent in front of it.

Sometimes the sound was earplugs, so I could not hear much but I heard footsteps immediately and found my disciple running and approaching.

"Master?! Wake up!, Hey" Julian "! '

Elliphas, who had recently grown up with his daughter from a girl to become a little "omase," even called Julian by name.

I heard that it seemed better to get along, and that my apprentice lit up a little while before the fire for dinner, so I thought it might be something like that.

The hard part was that Julian certainly didn't like it, and the current way of calling him "Master" didn't do it until Eliphas was born because he couldn't think of anything else appropriate.

'Hey, what's wrong!? Hey, Julian, I don't want to! "Don't leave me."'

(After all, it's just my "apprentice," and I'm turning my mind around, maybe I'm good at it)

My body was never weak, but there was an increase in the number of moments when my body became powerless.

Again, the fact that life expectancy is low is probably what comes up on the "table" in these places.

I didn't think Eliphas was aware of it.

I thought you weren't aware.

Eliphas puts the gun down and gets Julian's long body up with one force.

It must weigh quite a bit, but the disciple's daughter grew and "gained strength" in having Julian's upper body propped up without difficulty.

(Will it be okay for me to take over now?)

Think of words like that in front of you, stared at by Eliphas, who moistened your eyes, but without strength.

(True, "Not much left.")

I can see the weakening of the "force" around my body.

If the "apprentice" were to die, I'd be too good for me.

The truth is, I just wanted to tell Eliphas a few more things.

I should have talked about the ring and the bracelet while it was in the back of the bag.

(But I can be taught as a master, that's about it -)

"Don't die, Father."

'- On your own, don't kill me. And.'

The words came out of my mouth, but I couldn't say, "Don't call me your father."

Being called "Father," it makes me feel better, and indeed my strength returns within Julian, to my body.

There is a presence in front of me that needs "Julian Zaheto".

- "Family," isn't it? When I was born into this world, I knew immediately that Eliphas wanted to be a family with Julian.

But there was someone who really ought to be Eliphas' father, and that person didn't love her, didn't want to let go, because he didn't.

Julian couldn't have taken his place.

However, if we were to protect all of that, there would be no such thing as a "family" in this world as Eliphas.

This is how they called me "Father," and I noticed Russia.

And I'm stunned that Julian knew more about the "loneliness" without family than anyone else, but was about to give it to a being who decided to take care of its spiciness.

(I can't believe Julian Zaheto was getting so arrogant.)

I mocked myself, exhaled small with my eyes closed, and decided to be ready to "break my promise".

'It's okay, Eliphas.

But, well, I guess I'm old, too. '

("Only once," forgive me, Van Vinegar)

Rise up on your own, Wallace, and stroke the head of your apprentice, stretched out with great hands for a long time.

Eliphas was also slightly confused by what she had put out, even though she knew it was a "word not to be spoken" by herself, although she did not have any ties in place.

But even then, Julian is happy to have brought it back.

I'm glad you're not watering it.

Thus, once again, I apologize deeply in my heart and utter words that differ in my vows.

"But, you know, it's normal for a" parent "to die before a child, so not if you're that upset, Eliphas."

As soon as the word parent got into his ear, the joy vermilion ran on his cheek on his "daughter" face, and Julian continued laughing.

"For once, if you want me to inherit the name of" mercenary, "you shouldn't be dragged by these" goodbyes. "

'-, yes, I get it'

A well-perceived disciple "knows" what his master is going to say, but he nods with certainty and decides to be prepared to accept what is to come.

"All right, when I do, I'll be away from Eliphas' side tomorrow." "Let's travel."

Julian punches his Walrus knee in the bread and says softly but clarity.

'Huh?'

As I hear the surprise voice of my disciple, I look up at his face, and I'm sure he will have a seductive look on his face, looking up at the sky as it is, past its face.

The man who decides to retire spins his words smoothly, moving a rarely exposed, successful throat buddha from the mostly grassy red scarf he got from his best friend for putting his face up while photographing the sky in his eyes.

- If it's true, maybe Julian Zahetto's time was over.

- But the traveler who tried to stay alive with a word of "affectionate sweet goddess" gave him little time.

I could just ask the "father" family the words of the words to be, and that alone made Julian Zaheto stronger.

But I know I could be strong, but I don't have the cost of stretching my life that much.

So I decided to use the time Eliphas gave me to live strong as a gun brother 2nd generation Eliphas Zaheto.

"So, maybe either way, I haven't been around long - but Eliphas had predictions, too, right? 'He stopped looking up into the sky, and if he looked down, he sat down and nodded small, and stroked his disciple's head praising him as" a good inquiry, "and Eliphas chewed his lips hard and cum.

'Otherwise, the words,' Don't leave me, 'don't come out.

It's also great that you didn't put that on your face after seeing how I've been here a while. "

"At the end of the day," I found a place to praise and praised a lot.

A well-perceived disciple finds out that "the master is serious" and does not pinch the words.

Along the way, let me bring the bag and take over that or this or - example rings, bracelets, rewriting the request permit for replenishment of the bullet, etc. in the evening as we speak, and as usual, surround the incineration for two.

"Eliphas, one day, when you want to take a disciple and let him stand alone, he'll look as refreshed and shiny as I am."

"Do you need to look good in Kiza?

The master and the disciple create an atmosphere that does not seem "terminal".

And, as usual, the two of us do the maintenance after we shoot the gun in front of the fire.

"Master, I can fight alone now, can't I?"

As usual, he talks with his mentor about the tools for servicing two guns, staring at them.

"I assure you that I can fight alone, as a master.

Whatever, Eliphas' weapon is a gun.

But you never have to be alone.

Besides, I don't mind making friends other than apricots.

Oh yes, "lover," if Eliphas is such an attractive daughter already, well, it's a pointless attraction to me, but it's not funny to have a lover, maybe it's more natural. "

"And my friends don't need a rabbit or a horn or a lover!

Julian smiles reassuringly as she maintains herself to show the appearance and the emotional ups and downs that were around that age.

The "use of emotion" of embarrassment is also in a year-to-year situation.

"Initially," in situations where "one page of a picture book" was just packed with knowledge that would have accumulated, there were times when the expression and use of emotions was "chigu".

Pean Vinegar should not have given me some form of "re-setting" along with the banning technique applied to Apricot.

However, he also told me not to talk to adults as much as possible when I took him out as an orphan in the caravan because of his "age-appropriate amount of knowledge".

So in a way, Eliphas also said, "It's not good to be friends with a child other than Apricot," but now I miss Julian.

However, Eliphas himself did not seem to know the word "chigu".

"- I think Eliphas' first love is you, Rock."

Once, a well-looked after butler told me a few stories about a "lapse (and Rock thinks)" that he had done only once.

I know I'm sorry about Rock, but it was a very understandable analogy to teach "embarrassing" feelings specifically "to use".

Something called the "preferred" woman of the always sober and gentleman butler is never bad, but it's not something that speaks up and says.

Even if a person's body shape, facial preferences, etc. are to be openly spoken, the situation, location, and the gender and expression of the person they are talking to are to be chosen and put out.

Even if "little children" were allowed, Eliphas, who was called "your daughter", also told me that there were various dangers involved when she acted alone that she should not have said such things.

And always at the end of the conversation, I made fun that Eliphas' shape, which had suddenly "grown up", matched the Butler's rock preferences.

"Well, my master took the liberty of making my first love -"

Eliphas is teasing, but completing the maintenance without hesitation, assembling it to make an empty shot at Kashan and "complete service".

"- That" sound "would be fine, and the gun servicing, no more complaints.

Well, it's time to eat and go to bed. '

With that said, Julian was finishing up his gun as well.

As it was, it only seemed to Eliphas that time would go as it had always been.

"When does the master travel, though he says he will travel?

"While Eliphas is asleep, you sneak in.

You're still more polite than just breaking up, aren't you?

What if I don't sleep hard tonight?

"See you the next day, wait to sleep, or, like today's day, suddenly fall"

In the light of the incendiary fire, he laughs and carefully performs the tools for servicing, as if he were going to train tomorrow, brightly speaking.

Talk brightly, but it conveys a firm determination, and Julian puts through what he said, okay, so Eliphas stops talking about this anymore.

No matter how much you complain about feeling lonely, you can't do a bad scratch as a "daughter" who knows "kind and cruel Julian Zaheto" better than anyone else.

But to the boulder, the atmosphere is in a state where I can't wipe the weight, so Julian is going to confirm it better here, and I tried to put out the "promise" I made before I left Robrow.

'Oh, I guess I'll say that favor again.

"When the country is in trouble, Eliphas will take his side."

Now that you have enough power to fight, you can make my wish come true.

Perhaps this country will soon be in that situation because, so far, we've been listening, haven't we?

Once again, he was relieved that Eliphas had grown in time until the time when he was so worried.

Without being able to return to Robrow, the disciple's body did not grow, and he was spared from failing to grow up as a mercenary in time.

If Eliphas' beauty is beyond the adult level, but if she can be judged calmly by her face, she will need a few more years to reach adulthood.

But the mind is not that old as the girl named "Apricot Vinegar", who is supposed to be in a land called Robrow, who is under the age of ten.

There was also anxiety that my mind could not keep up with the rapid growth of the (10), but the knowledge that the "one page of picture books" carried from birth covered the young of the part called ignorance.

However, behavior really makes me feel like "something too straight for a child's death" - words like "sweet" for those who eat their years tend to make choices that are likely to get sloppy.

Here again, even if adults laughed at children, there was something connected to the fact that daughters could lurk their eyebrows.

"Are you sure this is going to be a war?

In addition, there is a parting with Julian, the master, but I also found Eliphas, the disciple, frightened in the time to come.

The disturbing situation in the country goes far enough into Eliphas' ears when it comes to travelling alone and stopping by the tavern to buy food and "information" along with it.

If the information accumulated by "Page 1 of the Magic Picture Book" matches the information in the liquor store, it is quite predictable that the situation in a country where contention occurs is "an adult connected to the mercenary profession," less than an adult, but beyond puberty.

But even with all that information, there is still a less fragrant reality looming for a kind daughter whose heart has not grown, and whose heart is at its heart.

Then, when there was only "knowledge," it seemed that he wasn't so scared of things like strife.

The kindness that sprouted above because I understood people's feelings and learned to be compassionate - "pity" - leads me to feel Eliphas' fear.

But that's never a bad thing, and the kindness that's especially necessary when it comes to using the most powerful weapon called a gun.

"Don't Suffer, Peace of Death"

It is also the key to eliciting "cruelty."

I don't know what it's like to envy someone from another country beside a "charming goddess."

And because the sweet goddess is quiet and she doesn't complain or say anything, she's leaving me alone, trying to take that country away from her, and I don't know what it's like to be a bastard. "

Then slowly remove the holster that I have always used and invite my daughter.

Eliphas is silent and kneels before Julian, his master.

'But, in the end, the most important thing is "the feeling of the goddess".

I don't know who you want to be in that place with, but it's Goddess's - "country."

"Country," feelings?

Eliphas snapped her neck in a way that made her feel young, not the size of her cunt.

"But, Master, the country has no words."

- Eliphas said he liked the territory that Apricot's grandfather was paying for.

Don't answer the disciple's question, but as he continues his words, Julian begins to make Eliphas wear a holster.

Eliphas nodded as he put his arm through the skin holster.

"Loblau is also a place where Celisanceum, in a big country, is making a western part of us."

"Does that lead to the fact that if you like a place called Robrow, you have to protect Celisanceum, Master?.

Because Robrow has a country called Celisanceum, you mean you have to protect it because it also leads to the high gorges that my friend Apricot lives in and the cosmos fields that I love?

"Eliphas is as smart as ever.

So, Holster, hey, isn't it the right size?

Perhaps you should rebuild Eliphas'. "

The holster of the gun that the taller self, the sage paired with the gun, gave to him is too big for Eliphas, who is still an average old body.

"If I had informed the tailor of my acquaintance living in the Wang capital that I had made a gun, inspired by the design, I was sent and pressed because I had made it in the beginning.

So, Julian, I hope you keep it up. "

(Lord Sage, maybe the "tailor" knew how to make it, so I let him know.)

Neither did the tailor make it clear that the sage would "make it for the gun," but he felt it in the sense that he said so.

Maybe he really felt "inspired" and made it.

However, it was informed that the sage had created a new weapon called a "gun" because he knew the inspiration that the tailor was looking for without speaking up.

The tailor wanted to create an ornament that would deliver an unprecedented "design" when he heard of the weapon and its shape, a new creation in the world.

A relationship that supports each other, even if they want something that is difficult to grasp, opportunities and discoveries that they cannot meet.

But it's not a sweet thing called "familiarity," it's just an accessory that was "an extension of what I want to do."

However, if the products of accessories that I can't do anything about can be involved by people who become "friends," I understand that they have the potential to not be able to sublimate themselves.

That feeling of "understanding" is also a "feeling" that you can grasp because you know and trust them.

And the wise man informed the tailor - "friend" - that he had created a weapon that would be one of his powers if he changed this country.

Just as we affirm that we built a weapon with "the power to change the country," both the tailor and the tailor acknowledge that "the process by which the weapon was built" is unspoken.

The person who gives that power - the young man in the deciding army who wants to protect the country and the tailor knew it too.

When it leads to something like that, Julian thinks.

The wise man acted "somehow," even amidst the wedge limitations of "don't get involved in politics," which he was struck by himself to stop the country from slanting off, quietly, without putting into words.

As much as that, I liked this country without a word.

The familiars drew on the will, and they agreed, so their best friend made the final army.

"This country knows stories of times when Eliphas got very" tilted "before she was born."

"The master's best friends flattened it out."

Even when it comes to flying, disciples follow me.

Even if the story flies, the last place to reach it should be Julian's "will" story, so Eliphas stays clear of the story.

'Yes, at that time, this Celisaceum was going to be a bad country if we didn't really make a move to even it.

But my childhood friends, Apricot's grandfather, and Eliphas' favorite rock, you risked your life, worked hard, and "this country" got back together.

Me too - well, I guess I just helped a little bit. '

Eliphas blushes in the rock part, but waits for the master's story to continue without being drawn there.

"Why do you think we desperately defended this country without saying a word so desperately?

The disciple who receives the time to speak speaks with questions, including those he has had and has had doubts about.

'I don't know, when I leaned toward it, even if I were to rebuild it, I don't know why I didn't make it "another country".

Because His Majesty Gloriosa was the child of the previous bad king?.

To admonish that and not forget?.

Or, diplomatic convenience?.

If something bad happened to me, I'd make it a new country name and do a rearrangement politics'

Julian laughs bitterly at the smooth remarks of his disciple, as if the "history book" had words.

Then take the missized holster off Eliphas once and answer the question while you start adjusting.

'I'm sure there are times when Eliphas has said something that also includes meaning.

But if that happened, why didn't the people living in this country give an opinion on "changing the name of the country" when Gloriosa became the new king?

Gloriosa is certainly as strong as the gods, and Angletham may have been as scared as the devil.

However, Gloriosa proclaimed when she became king, along with the philosophy of this even-handed country, to conduct politics that reflects as much public opinion as possible in its existence as a country called Selisanseum in the world.

So if the people of Celisanceum speak up when Gloriosa takes office and say, "I don't like this country," the name change is also something that was relatively easy to do. "

The childhood familiars describe the wording of the description engraved in this country's resume and describe the current state of the country's politics.

"Even at the time of the leaning, if this country did not like it, it was not something that could not be done to defect to another country.

Well, there were times when the National Army was watching, but there was not much discipline, and security outside of Wang Du was pretty loose.

Actually, I've been following gun information and scratching the eyes of the National Army.

But the people of this country made no choice to leave this country.

Eliphas was carrying in her knowledge words that could explain in a nutshell why she wouldn't leave.

However, in Eliphas, the reason still does not apply to a country called Celisanceum.

"Why do heroes, Apricot's grandfather, Mr. Rock and Julian" like "this country so much?

Julian smiles gently at Eliphas' "incomprehensible" expression and adds her big hand to her "daughter" cheek.

"That's what you'll know if you travel" this country "from now on as the second generation of gun brothers Eliphas Zaheto.

So, if you make friends ahead of you, you'll know better.

If you're sweet, Eliphas, you can have friends right away. "

Julian affirms that this country "loves" only a little bit of the color of anxiety falls out of Eliphas.

Then I took off the hand that accompanied my cheek and let myself adjust the holster and put it on again.

I made adjustments, but I can still make gaps.

(It may be normal, but if you think about "coming," it's still better to rebuild it for Eliphas.)

Fortunately, there were many roadblocks, and if they showed guns and holsters, even the country's highest tailor would recognize Eliphas as the "bringer of the wise".

Whatever the situation in the country, the tailor who persisted in the position of "neutrality" is in possession of the information as he is stationed in the Wang capital.

Lord Sage, you didn't tell me your name until the end.

I wanted to lay down my name and hide in a village in the countryside while still evening out a country called Celisaceum.

"Why is this country so" fascinating "that it is protected with its life as long as it is invaded by other nations?

This is not about telling with your mouth and knowing.

However, if you can feel it yourself, it is also something you will know immediately.

So, Eliphas, since you broke up with me, you'll be anxious not to have a destination, so you should first try to head to the King's Capital '

"To the king's capital?

'Oh, so, ask someone named "Shakyak Steiner" in the district where the wealthy live.

If equality is spreading, it will be easy for a girl in a traveler's clothes to pass without a visible weapon. "

Only there, he grinned sarcastically, pointing to the holster he had made Eliphas wear.

'So, you can spend as much money as you want, so have the holster sized.

Besides, when we arrived at the King's Capital, there would probably not have been an invasion of another country, but there would always be demand because there were few originally called "mercenaries of women".

I don't have a problem working there, and I can observe people who live in a country called Selisanceum. "

'Okay.

Because if I can, I want to protect my master's will in a way that I endorse. '

Julian, his friend Apricot, or Eliphas, who likes places like Robrow, but still doesn't feel like "the country," wanted to do that and know what he wanted to protect.

Upon hearing a definite reply, Julian nodded in relief.

'All right, then. It's time to go to sleep.

With the usual pre-bedtime dialogue in his mouth, Julian, like the last finish, also transferred the tools about the gun he had, as well as gold bracelets and rings, to Eliphas' bag.

The heart of the disciple, however, cools to loneliness, in a serene expression but without its hesitation to act.

"- Yes."

"In the meantime, I'm going to be appropriately screwed in Kizza somewhere in this country after this, so if Eliphas was on someone who knew me, just say," Fuck you dressed up. "

He was extremely bright about the man who would be his mentor, pointing and inspecting for deficiencies in what he would give to Eliphas.

"Hey, Master.

If I could, I'd take Julian Zahetto's, "Dad" end... "

The reality that less time was left for someone named Julian Zaheto could decide to accept it.

So I want to stay on the side until the "end of the line" because I will take Julian's death firmly.

Those who said the words in that way, but were gentle and cruel, stood up after checking their bags, kicking the earth with their legs and putting out the burning fire before the disciple said "please".

'I'm sorry, my last decision is to get a woman in love to take care of it, unless it's an incident like today's day.

Otherwise, you'll die alone dressed up in solitude at a glance.

So let's brush our teeth and go to bed '

So he offered his hand in the darkness of the gentle moonlight.

Give up, on Julian's hand offered, Eliphas overlaps his left hand.

The moonlight, illuminated overlaid Eliphas' fingers, in gun practice, felt undeniably somewhat successful, but supple and beautiful fingers.

- Julian.

"Eliphas" wrapped around the witch's costume beautifully remembered reaching out to herself, just like one page in that picture book.

I want to give you the perfect ring for that drug finger, and I also remember staring at you.

"- I hope to meet Eliphas' pharmacopoeia with someone who will give her a ring."

Though this country will probably have to settle down from now on, I sincerely hope to see Eliphas with friends who can get over those things together.

And if any of those friends showed up, like myself - Julian Zaheto - with a being who loves me wholeheartedly about Eliphas, and who will be my family, I really have nothing to say.

At least, even if there were unavoidable circumstances within this country of calm.

♪ Kill my beloved lover ♪

Because the tragedy should no longer be repeated.

"- So whatever my friends are, I don't want a lover or anything!

Illuminated in the moon and night, embarrassed but "because it is the end of the day," Eliphas rises, holding firmly the hand offered to Julian.

Julian laughed, feeling that Eliphas' excessive reaction to this love apparently grew around the age of full embarrassment when it came to those things.

Although it would no longer come true to see her grow up, it was also a pleasure to see her like her normal daughters at the end of the day.

'Oh well.

Eliphas, when it comes to her lover, Rock, you're my first love.

However, Lovers are tough because they are lords and flirtatious sages.

First love is often hard to achieve, hang in there. '

Because she wanted to laugh "at the end," Julian teases Eliphas while saying the right thing.

Even if he was no longer in this world, he was going to impress when time had passed and when Apricot had grown up, Eliphas could "go home" to Robrow.

'So why are we talking about that!.

Besides, Mr. Rock said - yes!?, Really, Master!?

"I'm joking about boulders - maybe."

While Julian is surprised the other way around Eliphas' eating to "jokes" than he had in mind, his mentor schedules to sleep and, as usual on the extinguished side of the bonfire, talks with his bag as a pillow, falls asleep.

We never said goodbye to each other.

If Eliphas woke up the next morning, he didn't look like Julian, as declared.

However, there are traces of me sleeping side by side, so I think that someone could certainly call me a master, and I'm trapped by the feeling that the back of my big chest is jammed.

"- In the meantime, let's head to Wang Du"

Wear the adjusted holster, hand over two guns there, and check inside the bag.

Until yesterday, it was strange that what was in Julian's bag was moving into his bag.

Especially maintenance tools and gold bracelets and rings strikingly enter Eliphas' sight.

Still, I had no idea what it was like to be the property of "Eliphas Zaheto", and blurred and opened his bag "mouth" wide to look at the whole thing.

"- That, what's this?

I didn't see it yesterday, it contains easily folded paper in four folds.

It's not Eliphas' or Julian's.

If there is, it can only be considered a "new thing" from Julian, so if Eliphas hastily opened it in his hand and looked at it - it was a "watch out price list".

The base price is written first, and Julian's letter tells you to consider increasing or decreasing the price yourself by the other person.

And at the end of the day, it was deliberately converted into red ink and recognized as "adding wills, from the wise man, increase the fee by 30% Take it!!".

I shed only one tear.

I layered my hands on it yesterday, wiping it with the back of my left hand.

Then he stood up in prestige and, as he put it, Eliphas Zaheto, a mercenary second-generation gun brother, began his journey to the king's capital of Selisanceum.

Whenever I stop by the liquor store on my way to the Wang capital, along with the story of "another country soon to start invading Selisanceum", the information that Gloriosa Sunflower, the king, is not doing well also begins to go over the hood in sight.

- If Julian Zaheto had survived in this world, what would you think if you heard about this malaise of Gloriosa Sunflower?

While listening to the anxiety that Eliphas couldn't help, the story of Gloriosa's collapse came to his ear in the lodging town in front of the king's capital.

The bloody person in the tavern, one way or the other, was "going to be busy".

Is it really going to be a war?

With such anxiety, Eliphas made his way to the King's Capital once a day to avoid blunting the arms of the "gun" while training to maintain the gun and target it out of sight.

The large streets to the Wang capital are mostly full of absurd maintenance carried out a few years ago, as well as regular carriages, but Eliphas walked on.

If the back length was still stretched and the hood of the cape was worn deep in the eye and woven with feathers, it would have been helpful as Eliphas to be mistaken for a "man".

If you walked down the street and thought that an invasion strategy had been carried out, what an "easy path to attack" it would be compared to the "stored" memories in you.

(If you think about it, the old lord's mansion where Roblo's Apricot's grandfather lived was really built with a "war" in mind.)

Only a few times, I visited that old lord's mansion, but it was hard to climb normally, but if you wear armor, running up with your gear is tight, even if you just imagine.

With that in mind, if you walked for a few days to the King's Capital, it would be so "war" in the tavern that you would reach the King's Capital in an incredibly peaceful way.

However, the newspaper bought it as soon as it entered the capital of the king had been rewarded with a disturbing movement towards other countries that surrounded Cerisanseum.

- Is he the one who said, "Peace Bogus?"

Mercenaries, gun brothers Not only as second generation Eliphas Zaheto, but Eliphas' "memories in the back" are chilling out his feelings of being "frightened of people".

"I'm sorry if I have to look for the map first."

Asking the gatekeeper's soldier for a map and more information, he asked about the location of the tavern. If it was the first time he visited Wangdu, he first proceeded to go to the square of the clock stand in the center.

- It's also been posted there about the current course of policy, the declarations that have been carried out so far, the administration and rituals, so you should go.

- And I can't go too far with my old lady going to the liquor store.

Even though he said he was a soldier, he liked the gentle way he put it, even though he was just a little confused.

"- Sometimes it means you don't have to put more pressure out than you need to because it's a peace mess"

I walk out thinking I was still being sarcastic, but if I wasn't in disturbing public opinion, I'd never be in a bad state.

Sometimes you can think of someone because they're loose and you can afford them.

- But if there was a war, it wouldn't be there anymore.

While I was in a light grid, I reached the square of the watch stand.

Find the bulletin board on which the "announcement" is affixed first and look at it.

- In the King's capital, the King's funeral, once the greatest meritorious man who had pacified and saved the country, had been carried out and ended in simplicity.

Both the ceremony of the crowning of the new king and this one were briefly performed by Pope Southern Ka, and are affixed to the bulletin board.

Next to the posted announcement, the content of the capture was carefully and concisely written to the Prime Minister.

- based on the lifetime "will" of King Gloriosa,

The King's funeral will take the form of a national burial for the sake of "bullying," but it will be "discreet."

Specify that the execution was carried out using the required minimum form.

While looking up at the bulletin board of Wang Du's watch stand, Eliphas accidentally leaks a small laugh when he finds out that his teacher's best friend didn't like "tough" things either.

"What I don't like about being tough is that maybe it's common to everyone in the" Determined Army, "Julian."

I told him to whine and then next to the bulletin board, I looked at the map of Wang Du.

Carefully built, but finely drawn and unfamiliar with these maps, Eliphas gently tricks.

"Eh, the areas where the wealthy live anyway -"

While I follow the map with my eyes, I'm supposed to be at the clock stand in the center of Wangdu, but that clock stand itself is very large drawn, and it's hard to tell which position I'm in right now in the center of the clock stand.

I accidentally stretched out my arm and pointed to make sure.

"I'm pretty sure it's the square of the clock stand right now, which way is it going -"

If you accidentally lift the hood slightly to the depth of your eyes, another arm will be added beside the one that Succubus Eliphas stretched out.

However, while the place to point fingers was on the same watch stand, it was more eastern than Eliphas.

"It's for now, it's for the west.

So, where do you want to go?

If Eliphas accidentally looked back as he pulled his arm in, there was a tall figure, similarly hooded to the depth of his eyes, from behind.

I can't see my face, but when I saw something white prominently on the successful jawbeard that was even out of the hood deep in my eyes, the seniors seemed like a certain person.

I think he's about the same age as his master.

"Oh, thank you, I'd like to go to the Tailor's Steiner's Mansion in an area where the wealthy live more."

Eliphas replied to the person behind him, feeling close to Julian and overlapping honesty and honesty.

Steiner? Shakyak? He's in a bad mood because he wants to cross the border of another country and go to the eastern country. "

As if talking about a friend, he wore a hood deep in his eyes as he stroked a beard with a mixture of white objects about the tailor - perhaps the man answered.

"Really?"

I was also concerned about the phrase that someone named Shakyak Steiner was in a bad mood, but Eliphas also cared that the person behind him, more intimately named, called the country's highest tailor.

According to Julian, a tailor with the last name of the Steiner family, for the sake of his superior skill, specializes in royalty, tailoring clothes as his own work, and seems to be the owner of a skill that requires the permission of the King if he is to receive an "order".

"The tailor has named Steiner's last name for generations, but it doesn't mean blood clan, it seems that the Lord has found and adopted and picked up and raised a person who seems to be talented from his" childhood ".

In a way, maybe it's similar to my relationship with Eliphas.

No matter how skilled or talented you are, some of the "senses" you want to take over will not be cultivated unless you spend time with them.

Normally, that's just the story of a lot of blood relatives who are generally family. "

Before we broke up, I accidentally remembered an impressive story, even as Julian told me.

To remind you this way also, after all, the person behind you just seems to be Eliphas carrying something similar, Julian.

'- Anything, as much as I want the East Country to carry on its tracks, I found a child who cares, but it seems that the situation that is being manipulated is not met.

I'd like to pick it up early, but it was decided by the council that people, the treasure of the country, would pass through the "subknocks" and "henrudas" that were after the invasion.

It's indefinite, and it's pretty crowned for being delayed.

Besides, I'm even more in a bad mood because I made my favorite Maple part of the courthouse.

If you go to visit now, don't get slapped with a fan if even the guests suck.

Oh, I like beautiful boys, so if I take Lotz or Arsene, do you feel a little better?

The first one told me to explain it politely, but the last one is talking to himself as early as possible.

Eliphas doesn't know, apparently from the story, if after giving out the names of two beautiful boy-like figures, he said, "Hmm?" the big man standing back remembers that he was directing the road.

'Oh, I'm sorry.

So, you can't fit in, you're going to the Steiner house, right?

Then he took his hand off his chin and put his arms together and looked down at Eliphas from the inside of the hood he wore deep in his eyes.

"Yes, it is."

'Well, then, from here to the east - just keep going in the back direction, and if you go on, there's an entrance to those wealthy districts.

There are guards at the entrance, so you should ask them there.

However, if you want to briefly explain now, the Steiner family is a large mansion close to the Royal Palace.

For a flashy construction, you can see a pet peacock being left alone in the garden from the iron fence at the gate, so you'll know immediately if you go '

"Oh, thank you"

Therefore, I noticed that the part that I thought was "similar" from earlier was "common".

I'm trying to help someone in need right away.

'Never mind.

At first, I thought I was in trouble, so I spoke out in the order of getting out of the King's Capital.

So, when I talked to him, it was easy for you to talk. "

As I picked up and read one part of Eliphas' feelings, I laugh with my arms together, showing Ni and his teeth that must be sturdy for the break of the year.

'Really? Thank you'

Also, nature and the words "thank you" had been put out in my mouth.

I find myself feeling greatly "attracted" to this big man in a hood.

Normally, if someone in a hood talked to you deep down, this guy wouldn't make you feel that way, even though you know it's an alert personality.

Do you mean "charisma"?

I think it's just a little "scary," but at the same time the feeling of "wanting to talk," but regardless of the idea, the man started talking with a smile on his face.

'I don't know what kind of errand I'm going to do now, Steiner, but maybe I still have a daughter the same age as you, who looked like a court knight with red hair in that mansion.

If you need to talk to Shakyak, the crown, you should find her first and talk through it.

That's what I just said about Maple.

He's a very good guy, so I'm sure he'll cooperate.

Bye. '

As if the man had "run errands", he hissed his big hand and began walking in the direction that Eliphas had come - towards the castle gate, which would be the entrance to the king's capital.

Thank you again for looking at that big back, I spoke up but the man doesn't mind, walking towards the castle gate.

(I think it's a good thing you don't leave people in need alone, but you're at my pace, right?)

The hooded coat covering his face and large body was broken around his knees, but there was something like a long stick behind him.

He's using a machete as a weapon.

Eliphas, who soon found out who he was, had accidentally put this in his mouth as well.

I remember seeing the "memories" stored in me and in her grandfather's collection with Apricot in Robrow.

It was not a weapon with a blade on both sides of the border, but a weapon in the eastern country with a blade on only one side, using the center of a sword commonly used in this country.

"Oh, sure."

The "King's Funeral" section of the bulletin board, which I was looking at earlier, captures the "details" section that the Prime Minister wrote down.

"Yes, it's the same form of weapon as the man who was the king of this country."

Of the few burials, it is noted that the first, Gloriosa's machete, who also spent the battle of peace with him, was buried by offering beside his body.

It is noted that even if there is no alternative to a large form of funeral called national burial, the cost of which has been twisted out of the people's taxes, it is also in the will that I would like no other than the machete I love to use, except for the burial items and the model according to the religion of this country.

"- Though I thought Selisanceum embraced Eastern culture, I wonder if that's just Robrow"

Never thought about it before, but in the life of the country on the journey that comes to the King's Capital, no land has the culture of the eastern country taken in as much as Robrow.

I don't see agricultural tools with similar shapes or the same routine tools and seasonings, but I don't see Eliphas "using them" as far as robrows go.

"In the meantime, let's head over to the Steiner house"

Wearing the slightly fed hood, he headed to an area where the aristocrats and wealthy people had been taught by the big man.

As the man said, a guard stood, not large enough iron fence to divide the royal palace from the national army, but this one was also separated by an iron lattice.

If I ask the guard, this one will tell me lovingly.

However, Eliphas took off her eye-catching hood and cape, spread her bag's mouth, and raised her arms to the word that she would only check for "weapons-like" objects.

Julian couldn't fit in and tweaked it, just on the side of the gun that fits in the holster on either side, no matter how modestly I looked at it. If the rich breasts took shape, the guard would just blush a little, please, and let me through lightly.

I may not know how to use the "brother's gun" in the holster, which I have used a lot since I inherited it, but I don't think it looks like a weapon, but I can't say anything in particular, Eliphas.

Still, the outer face, loving and thankful, visited the place of the Steiner family.

Then, if you wrapped the cape around it again and put a hood at the depths of your eyes, take enough distance not to be asked by the guards, then peace boggle, and whine small again.

Eliphas knew that although he wasn't going to deny a peaceful era, he remembered being annoyed by people who were too equal to do anything, who couldn't move themselves.

Even more caustic is a leak that can only be likened to an abominable memory that is unclear from beneath something like a "locked lid" in the depths of one's mind, clutching around as if it were a black mist.

Although invisible, I do feel it for Eliphas, and it's "there".

(-Come on, Steiner, let's go to the house, have the holster adjusted, shoot the gun somewhere, so "I have to take a bath.")

Not long after she was still protected, when Eliphas was a toddler, overflowing from under a "locked lid," and occasionally plugged in like this, Julian held his disciple, let him wear earplugs, pointed the muzzle at the sky, and fired a few shots.

Whenever Julian pulled the trigger and was subjected to loud noises and vibrations, the small body held together shivered but felt "stingy and annoying to the body" but a large chunk collapsed and scraped off.

If I always took a bath afterwards, I would be relieved of this feeling.

(Think Julian and I haven't had a bath since we broke up)

When I was acting with my master, I was taking a water bath because Julian watched over me, but I never poured it with water, even if I would stay in the inn after I was alone.

I think it's moody.

- I feel sad, regretful, but very anxious about something.

The feeling of being contained and consolidated with great force, regardless of your will.

(Master, there's no one to help me anymore.)

Tie your lips together tightly and Eliphas will advance early on on the well-maintained path of the district where the wealthy live.

Then I had never heard it within - perhaps some animal squeal, and it also came in over the hood worn deep in my eyes, stopping my legs.

A tall squeal that stretches through the air, like a cat, like a baby depending on what you hear.

(Indeed, the sounds of peacocks appeared in the drawings I read with Apricot earlier.

Think, Apricot, how are you?)

If I said it in a measure of a person's time, Eliphas knows that his body is growing at an incredible rate.

I was already aware of the boulders that were almost adult in my face and body.

If I lived like a settler on some land without living with Julian, if I lived a "normal life" in a group, I would know now that I would have been seen with "weird eyes".

Eliphas is fine with Eliphas.

When I first realized that I was different from normal, I was told that when solitude could be plundered with small, heartache, while Julian stroked my pompous head.

On Eliphas' ear with his legs stopped. Now if you think you've heard the horse's hoof from afar, the iron fence of the large mansion just across the street from where you go opens and you see the carriage and you come out.

Two chestnut-haired horses draw the impression that it is a good design for a lovely product, but "looks expensive" comes first.

Designed with a wide box shaped window, the girl riding at the window looked very good from Eliphas.

He looks like he's not even ten years old yet.

(Adult and cute, maybe as old as Apricot right now)

Even through the carriage window it was just a top-down, and it also looked kind of terribly frightening, but within not knowing the details, the carriage went too far in front of Eliphas.

It was also noticed that a logo-type object with the letter "Phalenosips" was engraved on the back of the carriage.

- As much as I have heard the name in Robrow, it begins in the Wang capital and is about to stretch all over the territory to Selisanceum, a big merchant.

"Neither the lord's granddaughter, nor the" lifeless "lady has trouble with clothing, nor is it the most comfortable place to be right now."

For Eliphas, in that place, which seemed to be his hometown, he remembered again his friends in masks.

Apricot, who is made of keloid because he suffered a terrible burn to his face, wore a mask and didn't understand his expression well, but he didn't think that the territory seemed cozy.

However, from Eliphas' point of view, it seemed good that Apricot himself was able to focus on what was of interest to him, so that seemed to be a good place.

If you had time to face what you wanted, the girl in the mask wasn't focused on you.

So my friend doesn't remember Eliphas being held captive for having a keloid in his face.

And one way or another, coming without setting the day, the people named her father's sisters seemed more annoying to Apricot.

(If I had been in Apricot's shoes, I would have wanted to get away with it right away)

On several occasions, Eliphas saw the "ladies" who were the aunts of the apricot, but who made them feel terribly annoyed.

Just now, every time Eliphas was able to stare at the solidification of the "mud," like a black heavy object snapping more clearly, he tasted the feeling of being hit.

After playing with Apricot and making a mistake in the new Lords' mansion, I feel that they were pointing a "word of malice" at me when I hid my mouth with a fan and couldn't hear it in a small voice.

- Ladies, would you like some tea and sweets?.

But it was decided at that time, and a gentle butler spoke to Apricot and Eliphas.

If Rock mouthed the tea he had tailored for me, or gently stroked my head or shoulders, a muddy black object, bumped by my aunts named Relatives of Friends, would be poured off and I would soon regain my feelings.

Above all, being on Rock's side can make you feel sunny in a different way than being next to Julian.

So far, when I thought about it, even Eliphas thought that this was a situation where Julian couldn't help but say, "My first love is rock," and I put my head to the left and right with my hood on.

(But hurry up, I want to go back to Robrow.)

Look around at the scenery around you.

The guards have taught me to go where I live, but apparently the area where the "wealthy among the wealthy" live has a vast sense of mansion (yashiki) and mansion.

Too far past the main entrance of the earlier merchant house, long past, but now I can't see the entrance to the mansion on the side where Eliphas is passing. I see an even bigger iron fence that is now passing, over its splendid mansion, dividing the King's capital from its military installations.

Beyond the iron fence was the National Army facility and beyond, part of the high tower of the Royal Palace could be seen.

"- I think this mansion is located" closest to the royal palace ".

But the "Steiner House" was just close, and I didn't say it was closest.

But the closest thing to the Royal Palace is this mansion, right? '

As I remembered the words of a bigger man than the year I wore a hood as deeply as I did, I found out the "identity" of the mansion closest to this royal palace.

At what appears to be the main entrance, two guards in fine armor are standing with spears in their hands with the gate closed.

In the middle of the closed iron fence gate behind it, perhaps plated, but on a golden gatemark, is inscribed "Cerisanseum Kingdom Reception Hotel".

(There is no atmosphere, but when the war is said to begin.

I don't know if it's time for a "welcome guest" to come to this country.)

I really feel like I'm about to wind up in Eliphas' body with a black spot that I can't even see in the way of a country that doesn't seem to feel "crisis" right now.

(In the meantime, I'm sure if we cross this hotel, it'll be Styna-sama's mansion)

"Green" enters the sight of Eliphas's eye-soaked hood as he attempts to pass too fast.

Even indicating the grounds of the reception hotel, it was interrupted from the place where the iron fence was located, from which the enclosure by the beautifully shaped and pruned trees had begun.

I wonder if this is where Steiner lives.

I tried it from Eliphas, and it felt more "protected" than the thin gap but empty iron fence, one who was planted neatly and could not ask inside the site.

And again I was starting to hear that tall, baby crying, maybe peacock squeaking closer.

"But like this, I wonder if there's a gate..."

I saw an iron arched object on the trees planted like walls a long time ago.

From the gaps in the trees, a clear thrust of peacock sounds arrives.

"You leave the peacock alone in the garden."

It seems like a symbol of "affluence" at all, but I don't find it strange and disgusting.

"Tailor, or art, because I know."

The question that came up purely this way - having "your own will" reduces something that "annoys" Eliphas in some ways.

However, Eliphas' idea of rejecting the "caustic herself" was useless, even if he felt strongly about it.

"I wonder if there are any guards standing in this mansion -" "

Approaching the Iron Arch "I don't see a guard-like figure.

Since entering this affluent area, guards from the country have been stationed at the gates, large and small (although generally "large").

'Sure, I think it's sword swallowing that sometimes the army is a gatekeeper or something without support when the war starts -'

Interrupted by the trees surrounding the mansion, Eliphas stopped his legs in front of an iron arch.

In the hood I wore in my eyes, I felt like I was "crudely searching," I was disgusted with myself, and I wriggled the bitter bug in my mouth.

(I, too, complain about not having "equally placed guards" in my mouth)

The feeling of black frustration made me feel like I was trying to "paint and stiffen" around my rich breasts like mud.

- Pan! An accidentally thirsty wave of "sound" hit Eliphas.

'Huh?'

Pan, pan! Pan, pan! And the sound continues.

Each time, the "wave of sound" hits Eliphas - trying to snag at her, the "mud" is caused by the friction of the waves of sound, "dry", falling out of adhesion, riding the wind and becoming dust.

However, this is also a phenomenon that can only be clearly recognized by those with "magic" -.

Eliphas was just following the source of the thirsty "applause" sound with his eyes.

Then Styna, where the gatekeeper is not standing - straight out of the iron fence, which serves as the door to the main entrance to the house mansion, with two arms clasped together.

- Did you get the "bad stuff"?

The voice of a "boy," rather than a quiet, perhaps male, sounds.

"Did you pee something you didn't like?"

When she heard her voice again, Eliphas noticed that she was being asked.

"-" Dear Lotz! ", when you leave suddenly, it's no good!"

Now I hear voices that seem like women.

"Maple," what is it, did it fall? "

"What, is it something" disgusting "? -?!"

After this conversation, there were footsteps and signs of two or more people, and the two more arms that were out of the iron fence pulled in.

"- Dear" Lop, "in the meantime, come here. Outside, which way, are you there?

(Is that it? That sounded like you were calling me by a different name.)

I felt like I'd heard a name that sounded similar to the nostalgic "Rock" and a similar name, but what I heard now was a cute "Lop" thing.

"- Oh, are you a traveler?

Within Eliphas thought and did not answer, he crossed between the iron fences, and now saw only a few red swings.

(That's my hair)

Eliphas, with a lightened mind and body, heads in front of the iron fence for a small run, and a hood worn at the depth of his eyes, falls back in the wind and Eliphas' face becomes dew.

Nevertheless, if you stood in front of the iron fence, there are two figures there.

Of the two, one - the "girl" - seemed somewhat surprised by the person who suddenly appeared, but, like himself, when he found out Eliphas was a "woman," he smiled softly.

'Hello, ladies, it's rare to travel alone.

Have you visited anyone in this district?

Beyond the fence, red hair and a girl with strong impressions, red eyes just like her hair, taller than herself, sent a polite greeting, but Eliphas couldn't return the word immediately.

It's not strange to describe her as just a girl. She wore the lightweight armor of the Knights of the Court to protect the religion of this country.

- I don't know what errands I'm going to do now, Steiner, but maybe I still have a daughter the same age as you, who looked like a court knight with red hair in that mansion.

- That's the "maple" I just said. He's a very good guy, so I'm sure he'll cooperate.

I remember what they said in the square of the watch stand, and I know that the girl with the red hair and eyes in front of me is "Maple".

"Maple, this sister has big breasts,"

Unexpectedly, if Eliphas looked at the voice in surprise when she was told the "characteristics" of her body, a cute looking boy with fluffy hair that looked both peachy and thin red is laughing at Nico.

Don't say that all over the city!

This is Master Shakyak's house, Maple.

The peach-haired boy appeared from a smile, a beautiful green eye in his adorable, neat face, complaining of softness and pity, when he gave it a kyotonic look.

It's just like making an overall craving for asylum, even though it makes a face, only the eyebrows have a definite Rindo. And as this boy "brews" something "attractive," Eliphas felt.

(Well, why did you think "too" for me, this boy now?)

My memory complains when I remember encountering "a very similar atmosphere recently".

Shut up and think, the red-haired girl - Maple seems to have thought Eliphas was confused.

Still, Maple first remembered his "role," and first put in a no to what he thought was a confused "traveler," before facing the same lop in height.

Then slowly open your mouth.

"Dear Lop" is a boy and in six more years he will be a "grown man" person.

A man should not talk outside about a woman's or girl's body or in front of someone other than her family at home.

Don't say anything about your body or face in particular.

If you ever want to tell me, sneak up on Maple or Southern Ka. '

Gently, Lop nodded honestly but immediately tilted his neck in such a way as to bite and include every word.

'Netsu, or Gran, when I shopped with my older brother last time, he looked at the girl and said with his butt and chest and the size of his normal voice.

Netsu nodded - with his neck, Gran, he said he likes his butt.

My brother said it was a nightshaw. '

As soon as Lop said that smoothly, they thought he was "confused," Eliphas blew what he was thinking, suppressing his belly and mouth, shaking his chest and laughing.

On the other hand, Maple puts words in his mouth so that they turn bright red, just like the color of his hair and eyes, and still speak without disturbing the slow tone.

"- Those two have no choice because they're" groovy "and" stupid. "

Later, Maple will preach a lot. What we're talking about outside is this shouldn't be happening.

Besides, Master Loop shouldn't say things like that outside to learn to be a priest, "Promise."

'Is that a promise, Maple?.

Netsu, you and Gran are both heroic candidates, but you're in good shape, are you stupid?.

Master Southern said you, Netsu, Gran, and Maple were both very smart and strong, so they became heroic candidates.

So I got busy and I heard you couldn't play with me from now on.

Al, too, says he'll be busy studying going into military school, so he won't be able to play.

I, too, say I'll be busy studying school in the courthouse 'all at once, then Lop twists his neck slowly, then opens his mouth.

'Then Maple is busy too, and you are in good shape and stupid?.

So, what does Maple like about a girl's body? Uh, uh, "Promise" means, "Promise."

Lop found out why Eliphas was starting to "confuse" the many words he had lined himself up with.

Maple also makes herself turn to the consciousness of gently tonning Lop's shoulder and slapping him and pointing him towards "confusion," the way he knows it.

Then, gazing again, Maple slowly mouths the words.

'Let's calm down.

The promise is, "Men shouldn't talk outside about women's or girls' bodies or in front of non-family people at home."

You can't talk like that outside, '

Repeated just as earlier, when Maple told him, Lop's face regained a soft look.

'Yes, Maple, if you want to talk to me, I'll sneak up on Master Southern later.

If you're not sneaky, it's a Maple sermon later. '

If that's all I said, Lop looked up at Maple to get confirmation.

'That's right. But Master Loop can't remember his promise properly, so I don't have a sermon. "

'Yes, I have no sermons for you. The sermon is for you, Netsu and Gran. "

Eliphas turns a laugh into a smile into that smiling "interaction".

And from the lid in the depths of my heart, which at times only reminds me of the abomination, a very gentle warmth overflows.

- Eliphas is really, really kind and kind, and I have to apprentice as a "best friend" too.

Very beautiful, "praised" by something, very happy memories filled my chest.

"- Hey, if you think the cute" lop "won't get back on my lap at all times, it's noisy."

Together with "Karan, Karan" and the sound of an instrument as if it were a "wooden harp" playing, he joins the place of the Steiner family gate as a new voice among the three children.

(- I didn't even notice)

"Mercenaries" are confused by the fact that they didn't realize so far, although they knew very well that they were obsessed with the exchange between Maple and Lop.

What sounded like the sound of the instrument was the exotic "Hanaki Waste" worn by the person, and Eliphas, along with Apricot in Robrow, saw the drawings of the eastern country.

The waste plays the tone of a wooden harp by walking on a cobblestone that runs from the entrance of the mansion to the main entrance of the Steiner family.

Makes me think "Karan, Cologne," the footsteps stopped when I reached behind the lop and had a long nail on my little shoulder with delicate nail makeup.

"Master Shakyak, I'm sorry."

The person whose maple is over the shoulder of the lop and looking up is draped with long white ash hair tied to one side, wrapped around an object with lustrous embroidery on a black robe.

If almost white hair color is natural, it should be said that the face expresses the year-to-year correspondence, and the correct old wrinkles were placed on the face.

And I'm just putting makeup on my eyes and points, but I really can't wipe it because I'm given the impression that it's flashy.

(Originally, the "making" of the face was clearly defined)

Even looking over the iron fence and at the new arrivals, Eliphas knows about it. It's just...

"Shakuyaku-sama, man, woman?"

Eliphas didn't know the gender of this flashy "Master Shakyak".

The high and low voices I heard earlier feel like looking up because they are correctly "intermediate" and they are also wearing waste, but if you took them off, I know they are higher than Eliphas.

But a woman taller than Eliphas, she's not even gone.

(If this takes a short hair length, you can tell a little.)

There is something about "acknowledging a man's short hair" in the law reform that Gloriosa, who collapsed the other day, has not been prevented from comparing him to the first since he became king.

"I've been looking for it since I made my mind up about peace!"

There was an anecdote that such a joke was such a law amendment that it spread among the people, but in fact it was Shakyak's "activism" that this did not take root inside and spread.

Short hairstyles themselves are farmers, cooks, people who cannot grow their hair due to a variety of occupational circumstances, and are not hairstyles that are not available to the public.

Both Julian, who was Eliphas' master, and Deacon Rock, who is in Robrow, had their "short hair" in place, either supposedly "rare" in this world.

Of course curious about the "wonder," young Eliphas and Apricot have noticed and asked each of them why.

Then Julian replied to Kiza, "There's a cool thing about not being trapped in the mould," and Rock seemed to have no particular deep commitment and reason, "because my husband is easier to spot and I'm more used to this one too".

But when I told the butler this story, the well-perceived rock briefly told me the convenience of long hair that was likely to be an answer to the question of "two ladies".

"Somewhat longer also has the advantage of" if you tie it, you can delude it ".

What I care about is that if you get a head wound at a young age and you don't have some hair (loose ends), you can delude yourself for a long time, and if you stretch it out even if you have a strong habit, through it, and tie it with fragrance oil, you won't be rude in the formal setting.

Above all, there is also the sense of a long tradition of having long hair, which is somewhat easy to prepare and flourish during rituals, in the country of Cerisanseum.

And Rock, we can help you with the ritual, but some of them have short hairstyles because they never leave.

Most importantly, short hair makes it easier to dry after a bath.

Just then, Eliphas and Apricot also had short hair because of "children," and the last thing the butler said with a smile was very sympathetic, convincing and laughing.

And there was also the "fundamentals" of the new king of this country, the revision of the law.

I give only one opinion to the King's Gloriosa, who drafted a "law recognizing short hair" from the then Chancellor Angletham, who had "spotted" it lightly.

'Please note that even though garments that fit "long hair" were predominant in culture until then, some people also receive it as "tyranny" to change it as a "sudden" in the presence of a king.

I don't mind your majesty drafting the law, but whatever it is, I suggest you just take the stage first, easy to understand and accept.

As I said before about hairstyles and decorations, there is a treasure in this country that is stronger than I am about such things. "

The Chancellor continues to give further advice, shaking his long hair, bound to his loving wife.

"I'm oblivious to aspects related to art, but even if I suggested amending the law, for now, I still suggest that Gloriosa Sunflower doesn't suddenly cut her hair."

If the Chancellor first made a cautionary recommendation to his lord with only that as his best friend, he would not disagree or agree in particular with this amendment of the Act.

Gloriosa did not have the usual strong feeling of "sermon," and instead was only given a light cautionary recommendation. On the contrary, she became anxious and, as she had been told, only planned without cutting her hair.

The parliament of the renewed country also accepts the new king's proposal "if nothing like exposing disturbed short hair in a formal setting".

However, there were a few dissatisfied members of the "Conservatives" who survived the Solemn Clearance of Blood, which was carried out by the "Prime Minister of the Devil" after the peace.

Unlike that, some take it calmly when it also looks like the "adorable endeavor" of a new king, who took the country where inclination inequality was rampant to peace, without the "fear politics" you can do if you want to.

In addition, "The King's Plan That May Change Tradition" is under the castle of Celisanceum, and becomes quite a topic of discussion.

I don't know who said it, but what Gloriosa thinks is really like that.

Looking at the King's reputation under the castle and the material of the "highest human resource in the country" that he would soon return to this country from the intelligence unit he had built on a trial basis, the Chancellor breathed out a small breath on the executive desk.

"This one looks strong, Gloriosa."

Ahead of the Chancellor's gaze, there were numerous seemingly harsh behaviors of a person named "Shakyak Steiner".

It doesn't matter if the country leans or if the country is in a civil unrest where peace is taking place.

"Because we're not at war with another country," said the "tailor" who was trading the world for new "inspiration" and materials, returning at a time when it was about to pass a bill called "Recognize Short Hair in the Country".

For quite some time, I've been traveling and trading around the world, and it's been a few years since the tailor has come back to Celisanceum.

When the country and the tailor moved side by side, they traveled east about a year before they were calmed down, and then contacted the "country" for a place, and they never returned.

After the Four Heroes of Peace have finished the peace of the kingdom of Selisanceum.

Nevertheless, the Prime Minister sent out a sentence (fumi) to the tailor who sent regular communications, saying that he had defeated the former king, who was said to be foolish, and that Gloriosa, his youngest son, had taken over the throne of the kingdom of Selisanceum.

And only at the time of the reply does the tailor send the reply to the Wang capital in four letters with the exotic word 'uncolored'.

The prime minister who received that short letter

"After all, those involved in art seem to have sprinkled thoughts and expressions,"

and is interested in a tailor, who uses words of different meanings in the same pronunciation.

Even if the art is not interesting, the Prime Minister is somewhat interested in language.

From then on, you will only be contacted "where in which country" in the same way as before it was levelled. As always, it didn't make me feel like I was coming back to my home country.

However, from the eastern country, as he approached Celisanceum one by one to fold back, he was about to contact me, so I thought, "It's time," the Chancellor re-examines the information about the tailors in this country.

Unexpectedly, however, this person only had information about him as a "tailor".

Nothing special seems to me to be the fact that besides the fact that the hotel is located closest to the Royal Palace next to the hotel, the state has given it exceptional treatment.

Even though the former king's cotton, strangling policies should have been elaborated to "regulate expression," he did not raise any objections there.

Those involved in other expressions were making their creations aloud, but without the art of eventual exchange, in releasing the brush with one or two people or hands off the tools.

Flexibly scratching the regulation of expression, the tailor goes on to express "not bound by the law" from his arms.

Not captured by the rope of law that tries to tie it up, but on the contrary uses it to expand his new potential as a tailor.

"- If you had time to raise your objections, do you mean you were on time to elevate yourself and create your work"

Looking at the list of scratch-built tailors' works in the regulation, the Chancellor feels confronted with a "difficult question of response".

My best friend, called the god, is also a "person" who is monogamous, but this one is really strong again in a different way.

'- This can be tough in Gloriosa when you have to look at it. From those who become national talent, we must not be frightened.'

But by the time the prime minister returned, the tailor had returned in a close and unexpected fashion, looking for some help.

The "treasure of the country" is considered a tailor when two taboos passed since the death of Queen Trenia as a national event.

Though the prime minister tested the intelligence unit's intelligence network, it scratched brilliantly and "tailored" time with the new king, also known as the Goddess.

On the day the tailor returned home, the king's main official duties were to meet, which should have ended in the evening, early in the day.

Early termination of official duties, coordinated previously by Gloriosa and Anglekham to mourn the death of Queen Trenia, not as a national event, but as family and friends.

Furthermore, the last time I was supposed to meet with the "merchant", I found out at noon that the visit itself was stopped due to an emergency.

Sometimes it ended earlier than I expected, so my subordinates were also distracted by the sight, and I left the room, and as friends exchanged words with each other, a clerk runs in to confirm my actions after this.

At the end of the viewing time, the merchant "made it" and contacted him, saying that he wanted to make it easy to see and say hello.

Both the king and the prime minister will be allowed to look at each other's families who will rendezvous after this, even though they have not yet done so.

Immediately after giving permission, as followed by a civilian, this time the intelligence officer under the prime minister's direct authority runs in between glances as he flips a red and black coat.

Then, the person who issued the permit reports that he is the "tailor" of the case the Prime Minister had ordered to be investigated.

The clerk receives a report of a person he has never seen, sees the prime minister wrinkling between his eyebrows, and stares at the paper of the news he is putting in his own hands as he panicked.

"But this is a sub-knock merchant, acting on behalf of Master Strass -"

'If you're a proxy, you've asked me to accommodate that you only need to have the certificate of the person you asked to represent you. - Gloriosa, Your Majesty.

When I rushed to give advice, I felt "signs" and closed my mouth.

"Tailor", you don't have that many, Chancellor. "

At this time, for the first time, other than the Prime Minister and the King, noticed that there was a "tailor" at the entrance between the sights, along with the noise of waste called "Karan".

"Or is he worried about the Chancellor at all times?"

Purple makeup applied to fingertip nail makeup with ornaments and the eye buttocks of unhidden eyes, even if the fan is placed against the mouth and the lips that make it part of the feature are hidden.

They are cleverly used to describe the existence of "Shakyak Steiner" as "Huawei".

Rich, long gray hair hanging from knots so as to flourish in a black robe provided with silk.

Gray hair is hair, which can only be cultivated at "age" with wrinkles on the face, expressing the weight and thickness of being a person.

And when it comes to that "age" expressed, the Chancellor turns his mind to the event that, for the "Four Heroes of Peace", especially Gloriosa, can recall a very complex emotion.

Shakyak Steiner, the highest tailor in Selisanceum.

"He" was said to be a fool, that the land he grew up in the same year as Crossandra Sunflower was also the king's capital.

A fierce great tailor, of course, but most concerned with the past he has.

According to "rumors" that let them look but haven't grasped the details inside, and still don't clearly define the shape, the king and the tailor were friends.

If you look at it, even if Shakyak says "the highest human resource in the country," Angletham can't face each other as "Gloriosa's subordinate."

"Crossandra Sunflower" may have been the king who was hoped to be defeated by the people, but some accompanied the king who was called foolish until the "end of the day".

The characters are uniformly close to King Crossandra, and it is certain in Anglecam's memory that they fought each death in this royal palace.

It was the "Chancellor" of the King of Darkness who saw each of the four heroes of peace and their helpers confronted, fought, and followed "the end of darkness" brilliantly.

- Or is he worried about the "Chancellor" at all times? "

Only Anglecam and Gloriosa could have seen the Prime Minister chasing after the fallen King of Fools "appearance.

But this mouth of a tailor...

(Speaks like "I've seen it")

"- Normally, it is a liturgy to wait between the two, Lord Steiner, until you have the courtesy to see."

Even so, he opened his mouth as "the new king's prime minister", frightened only to create an atmosphere in which he would express himself and draw a line.

As I opened my mouth, the tailor would have come by too far, I saw the passage between glances.

The guards guarding the sight of the Prime Minister "sorted" quite a bit are falling on the red carpet.

If you get your gaze back from there, take the fan off your mouth and laugh at the "young man" who is only "gorgeous" but frightened of the tailor.

"If you want to accommodate the viewing without checking the identity of the" agent "on your certificate, please do so here.

Is the new king of this country strong enough to overthrow the king, who was called the previous - but who was not fulfilled by power, His Majesty Gloriosa?

Turn the wrist with Kurli, close the fan and arm together.

In the dark, he describes himself, who came before the king in this way, as having the power of "correspondence".

Then he narrows his eyes and exhales slightly.

In Russia the tailor slowly lowered himself and laid his knees on the floor.

Place the closed fan in front of your knees, place your palms facing each other on the floor, bow your head and begin to greet the King with a glimpse, in accordance with his thanks.

"Thank you for the" regeneration "of the country, the new" king of kings ".

As a "tailor of this country", Shakyak Steiner, I pledge my allegiance to His Majesty the Gloriosa Sunflower.

Please let us know when you are using new clothes for your country.

For example, if you go to a foreign country in search of a new "shock" in this mind, or if you acknowledge a brush in a sentence, get back to tailoring immediately. "

The tailor expressed his "loyalty" in a breath as he lay flat and, in a sense, let the rich gray hair that looked like a decoration flourish on the floor of a red carpet this time.

"Clothes" or something, that's a tough way to put it. But if you're going to do all you can for this country, let's make sure that Steiner is always a "tailor" too. "

The new king understands that the Prime Minister, who is also his best friend, is concerned about something.

But if a "flashy" person who is just older than himself is politely greeting me, Gloriosa returns the words worthy of the courtesy.

Then again, "huffy," the tailor remained flat, but he shouted and laughed.

'- Again, you're a parent and child.

Much of the same word. "

"Lord Steiner."

The Prime Minister sharply returned the words to the laughing tailor's words with his head bowed.

The tailor lifts his head from the red "background" to the point where his beautiful gray hair rises, with both sides of his palms petrified on the carpet on the floor.

However, he does not raise his face, and the tailor opens his mouth as he stares down at the fan he has placed.

"- Rest assured, Prime Minister.

I'm in love with this country. "

To the word that he was in love with the country, Gloriosa tied his lips together giggly and carved a wrinkle between his successful brows.

Whether you know how it is or not, the tailor doesn't mind continuing the words.

"No matter how far away you travel in search of inspiration, it is the" admiration "for this beautiful Selisanceum that sets you at the core of this heart."

That said, remove the right hand with the fingers with bright red nail makeup from the carpet and hit the chest wrapping the pink black robe.

Then, engrave the red nails into the black robe and continue further.

"For me, being the" highest tailor in this beautiful country "is also part of my expression.

So I obey those who protect "this country".

I don't know why, even if my youngest friend is a king, and I'm not interested in the past, which has what purpose and leaned heavily on this country. However, if you left me a country called Celisanceum, as a tailor who inherited the last name Steiner, I would be in this country. "

- Because of the existence of a country called Selisanceum, it doesn't matter if it's dark or if it's anyone or a king.

If it is quite possible to perceive, it is stopped by Gloriosa, the king, when the Chancellor silently takes a step toward the tailor in a statement that can be drawn from the meaning, "The King is good for everyone".

Exhale small and "scratch" the wrinkles between your eyebrows.

'I wonder if it is possible to think that if I had ruled this country, which I have calmed down, to be renamed, the tailor, whom the country has recognized as the highest, would not have returned to this land while travelling'

To the voice of the king of this land, which is calm, yet again small, the fuzzy tailor makes a laugh, leaning down.

'Your Majesty, you know very well. Exactly. Just remember, with the charm of a country called Celisanceum, you're being stopped from connecting a tailor named me, so...'

'Well, then I'm glad I didn't change it.

I love this country, too. "

A tailor told me to block the words, as if trying to piss off Gloriosa, "so that I could cover the word that I like the country.

It was like being subjected to the voice of a king who sounded loud and loud - now the tongue pounded.

'Then if you say you like the country, how come you're trying to change some of the celisanceum I'm attracted to -.

Has the king drafted a law for himself to change the shape of my beloved kingdom!

As he leaned down, the tailor made a fierce noise, until then it was a neutral whisper, but suddenly and forcefully willed, except for the person who put it out, the people who are in between look at the body makes him vicious.

The tailor holds his right hand of the eagle with his chest intact, standing on one knee and holding the fan on his left hand.

My favorite fan sounded like a scream, so gripping that it sounded "giddy".

That much of the "passion" is well expressed in the "like", so much so that civilians and intelligence agents were pressured to sweat cold on their backs.

But the prime minister and those who become kings, after the tailor's reflection, find themselves carrying "anger" and - "pity" on the law drafted by Gloriosa Sunflower.

I just don't know why.

(If Trenia was here at this time)

And that's how Angletham thinks.

I know very well that it has become a burden on her mind to read her mind.

However, if she is a good friend, a king, for Gloriosa, who will be her husband, for a masterpiece who will say she will be under her ministry, and likewise for the sake of understanding the wrath and pity of the "lovers of the land", she will even try to bear it from the beginning.

(Then, hurry up -)

But Angletham immediately dismissed the idea in silence.

(No, I didn't just have to "read their feelings" to know, I had to think to understand)

Maybe this tailor isn't saying that he should just know the emotions he has.

Even if he had knowledge, if he had not been able to handle it, he would be relentlessly despised.

But while the prime minister was on tour, the tailor calmed down.

"- I'm sorry, I'm feeling daunted"

Still let his gaze fall, Shakyak utters words of apology.

Tailors, who are also old, argued that years of experience make it difficult to convey their "thoughts" unless they are carefully untied.

But he was also the owner of the idea, "Only to the person you want me to understand, if you understand."

I used to have that feeling in my mouth when I was younger without a scratch.

At that time, however, there was a young tailor whose expression of feelings was even more harsh than it is now, who gave me a soft word of admonition.

The memory with someone who smiled like a troubled face, drew Shakyak's words and gave me an opinion made me wear Shakyak's efforts to explain "myself" though I took the time.

[Clearly, I think it's a good thing to state your will.

But with all the words that are too vivid and too strong, when you try to do what you want to express, the entrance gets narrower, and when you try to act, doesn't it get easier?.

I am going to know very well that Shakyak is a very good man.

So if you can, I want people in this country to know about a good tailor by relaxing the emotions and words that tend to be perceived only in their harshness to such an extent that you cannot afford them.

Besides, your belief is not weak enough that by gently and slowly changing the content expressed from your mouth, what you want to express will change?]

People who have known each other for years know what "something that changes, doesn't change" is in Shakyak.

Shakyak himself does not intend to change the "message" contained therein, even if there is a change in the design of the garment when tailoring the garment.

[The garments you have tailored will protect you gently and give you even the protection of the spirits on them.

And most importantly, "fashioning" maximizes the goodness that even the wearer didn't realize, making them realize, and also making them feel confident.

Makes me feel "fun" to be alive.

- It's just that you make great stuff, so if you need it too much, you won't have time to face your own work, that'll get you in trouble, too.]

During the royal palace view, although the interior has changed, it has not been built. A young friend who became one of the king's side chambers spoke to me that way when he was recognized and seen as the country's leading tailor.

[- Then let's make a law that Steiner has the king's permission to make the work, except for the work he wants to make]

That's what the young king's friend, who was still "normal," told me from the throne.

[In addition, let's ask a tailor who will be a proud talent in this country before.

If you are no longer attracted to this country, don't hesitate to look away and go to another country.

If a man is not separated and "alone," he will no longer be attracted to the land, and the king, and the people who live there, will not be able to notice inside. And then...]

At the same time that Shakyak inherited the name of "Steiner," he was greatly surprised to hear orders from the King to keep an eye on whether he was "worthy" of unifying the country called Selisanseum.

However, at that time, I couldn't think more than what I think you really like about the country.

Eventually, decades later, he will somehow be called "dark" and worldly.

Still, in Shakyak, his behavior and deeds did not appear to be out of the "king" thing, and there was no discernment even in a situation where the country was told to have leaned.

For example, in building a work, even if the proclamation of a law is made that does not seem to fit reason, the tailor makes a tailor that can only be created from it, rather than dissatisfied, and creates and shows the work.

Ultimately, there was no discernment, but the king himself commanded him to head east.

It was also a time when the work of the Four Heroes of Peace had already approached the King's Capital and tried to be overwhelmed.

[If you're still asking me to recognize "I" as king in a situation like this, don't obey me, Shakyak Steiner]

A tailor who lay down on the throne with a king, who entered into old times with each other, had been exchanging words for a long time.

A young friend who had become a sideroom in his youth, before the country was described as "leaning", had still been transferred, by order of the king, his place in the countryside away from the king's capital.

- Okay, I will obey the king's orders as my subordinate. But before you do, please accept this.

Before travelling to the eastern country, give clothes with "the power of darkness" that you are not even asked to "last".

- I tailored what I wanted to build, with a piece not tied by the law.

I say it out of clarity and harshness, kneeling and putting it up in my hands.

The king of the throne silently expressed his "rejection". Move your gaze only and ask the Chancellor standing beside you to "leave the tailor's room" and sue.

But a friend of the king's heart, the Prime Minister, who is also the only one who admits to "taking the road", appealed to the king, "Let's take it" with his gaze.

Sitting on the throne as a fool, the king makes his expression rude and stares at the work made by the country's highest tailor, who is dedicated to himself.

As the beloved king of this kingdom deserved, his hard working and cultivated eyes were immediately able to see that the work was truly wonderful.

- If, "in case," the new king pays for this country, if that person can defeat you in the protective outfit I have made, I will accept.

Neither the king nor the prime minister were surprised by the words of the tailor, "the king will be defeated".

- This is a "mess" to set me apart from the king who loved my country the most, as I know it, "Crossandra".

[Steiner -, Shakyak, if that convinces you to stay away from this place for a while, let's take it] "

Accept Shakyak Steiner's "wish" with the voice of Crossandra Sunflower, not the voice of darkness ".

To that nostalgic sounding voice, Shakyak now holds his offering high, as he indulges in the heat behind his eyes.

A vibration of footsteps was carpeted, but - the Prime Minister of Darkness received it.

Without raising his face, the Chancellor returns to the side of the darkness and perceives that the King has in his hands the "dead suit" he has tailored, before uttering his last words. - I have tailored my body to the idea of flourishing my long hair, which is connected to a glorious and noble expression.

Now in the far countryside, a young friend who had become a dark sideroom could flourish even more as the "king" looked the nicest, provoking his long hair.

And because it was also a custom to honor the "long hair" made between myself and the king.

'- Now, if you'll excuse me.

Kingdom of Celisanceum, His Majesty King Crossandra Sunflower '

That said, the tailor leaves the room during the sight. When the door fell with my head down, I remembered a bright conversation with him before it got dark.

[Making a way to give Tailoring permission for the Steiner family "then" what, do you want to have an opinion as a tailor?. Besides, I want to "spread the word" something]

- Then there's one thing I'd like you to "settle down." "A law made by a king who thinks more than anyone that the people live in peace." And if you will incorporate your opinions.

- May the culture created by the overlapping figure of the king loved by the first lover remain, for ever, in this country and in the world.

So, if you exhale heavily -, face up, to Gloriosa, your mood for not recognizing the law of shortening your hair, combined with "fear," Shakyak gently discloses.

"Sire Gloriosa, the boys of this country, when performing the ritual of adulthood, each stretched out hair is tied, draped and desired for the ceremony as a symbol and mindset of" to love and protect this country ".

Also during the battle, in case, it is a respectable part of bringing it back to your family.

The body is constant in life, rotting, decaying or not, and the hair is universally immutable in a way that is not rotten and close to eternity.

The idea of cutting long hair, which can take on such roles, easily out of everyday annoyance. I disagree with your decision.

It also seems to me that losing long hair is cheaply throwing away pride, the people of this country, who have incorporated it into their daily lives, and I have no choice. '

In one way or another, it is a country called Selisanceum, where all the history of tranquillity is spinning, but there was no invasion from another country in that calendar.

Whenever they are attacked, the people of the country of Selisanceum, whose temperament they feel calm, become warriors who defend the country even with their lives.

And when it became the honorable sacrifice of a soldier who risked his life to defend his country, the fellow people and soldiers take their hair back, and the lifeless body returns to the "goddess of the earth".

If you're a people living in this country, you've heard it several times, and it's incorporated into the Church's "sermon," that kind of story...

I've heard stories about taking them home for shapes in battle, and...

The prime minister moved his green eyes sassy to block Gloriosa from continuing to speak earnestly to the tailor.

The tailor can tighten his chest as he looks up on his knees to this "King and Chancellor" exchange that still recalls the old scene.

"Lord Steiner. I'm sorry about the fact that one of Celisanceum's long-haired cultures has recently discovered concerns that it may call for unwanted sparks.

Bringing back hair means that some countries don't fear dying and see their minds trying to protect this country as fearful. '

Shakyak nods with an intelligent look up at Anglekam's calm voice as well.

'I know that somewhat because I often travel out of my exotic country, but -'

Apart from those engraved with age, the new vertical wrinkles appear between Shakyak's eyebrows, while at the same time the people in between look lightly sane to a small painful voice.

We know this man is old enough to wait for the "rolling" atmosphere, but we have never been able to link him to the "weak."

And that applies to Shakyak himself.

I was not less aware of my decay.

I had just forgotten the age of my body when I started looking into my friend's youngest son, who had become a new king since I heard "this story" before traveling to the eastern country.

So obsessed and so obsessed with the determination of the king of the new kingdom that he did not omit his decay.

If the person who has flattened his beloved country with great power and taken over as king has no appeal to attract himself as a tailor, he is not going to return, as it was a journey.

Though I was prepared to do so, the calm country would not change its name, nor would the people leave, thanks to the end of the politics of darkness.

Rest assured, you may want to return slowly.

Yes, the tailor thought the arrow tip, "Drawing up a generalization of short hair," came in earnest, and the sober thought leaves a slight place in the corner of his head, and the indignation that he had to "disagree" can overflow Shakyak's chest.

For unconvincing reasons, I just can't bear to make a difference to the promises I made with my "friends" about that "law".

It was also an important "memory".

'Excuse me, how many minutes, I'm quite old.

It's been a while since I've been able to do that. '

However, if this was the case, the tailor could feel that he would never push a bill to shorten his hair for "no good reason".

The new king "haunts" the expression "seamless heavenly clothing," but while drafting the law, he sees and talks about things that are not too short to take the initiative to cut "hair".

"Don't cut your hair in such a hurry" is probably the Chancellor by your side.

I look up at a magnificent man with his gaze at this one pointing out of his green eyes, kneeling down.

"No, I'm sorry to distract you."

The prime minister himself stopped by the old tailor's side, even though there were intelligence agents on the side.

Being too neat if you keep your mouth shut is the face that gives the cold impression, but if this is how you exposed "care" to the surface, it even makes you feel too kind.

Then again, just like the previous prime minister, if it's for your king, you don't want to be obnoxious - the prime minister of the king's talent.

Then the tailor moved his eyes toward the edge of his eyes.

Looking back at where the tailor came from, the guards he had defeated were making a small groan and regaining their lost mind.

Once upon a time, if you struck the "target" neck with your favorite fan, you could gently sleep on the target for an hour.

Shakyak exhales in a small way when he is no longer able to do so.

("Crossandra" Sire.

Couldn't you curtain your reign because of the passage of time and old age without hurrying to tilt the country and make it even?)

After inquiring with his heart to a friend who could no longer ask, he turned his gaze to the present king, who was beyond the shoulders of the Prime Minister, who could not help but care for himself.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, the Chancellor.

Can I get myself up from the flat?

From the flat face, if you keep your head down, it's fine, but when you look up in shape, you feel sorry for yourself, but it comes to your hips somewhat. The tailor says no to standing up.

'Welcome, my apologies to those who will be the treasures of the country.

Your Majesty, do you mind?

As the Chancellor gave himself up and offered his hand to the tailor, he asked the king and had already offered his hand for Shakyak.

"Oh, I don't mind."

At that time, behind Gloriosa, there is a small sound coming from a further rear of the throne.

"Of which"

―――

Together with the sound of a few doors opening, connecting the castle, which is the "workplace" as a royal family, and the royal palace, which is the "residence", two small children showed up with their hands together.

One has green eyes on his golden hair, a child who can tell he is a boy because his hair is short, seemingly gentle, to which the expression "beautiful" applies even though he is young.

Holding hands with the child is a boy with fluffy hair that looks both short peachy and thin red with equally green eyes, with an overall soft atmosphere. These peach-haired kids are adorable enough, but their eyebrows were just overly rinsy - they were two melons on Gloriosa.

That was immediately apparent to the tailor at first sight, and the child with peachy hair drew Gloriosa's blood, "son".

The young boys even wore classy clothes, but they both fitted similar set of gloves.

"Arsen, what's wrong with you and Master Lotz coming this way?

Angletham asks a cute boy who has a mouthful of "we".

A boy called Arsen. - This one, from what I can tell, will be Anglecomb's "child".

The called son opens his little mouth trying to start explaining how much he likes his father, dyeing his cheeks with pleasure when he is called out.

'Uh, ah, wait, Lots!

Taking Alsen's hand off trying to start explaining, a peach-haired boy named Lotz ran as fast as a chestnut rat and came all the way to front of Shakyak.

The old tailor of the day, supported with one hand by the Chancellor and still kneeling, fell in love just a little bit with the cute boy with his brows, who came before his own eyes.

The big moist green-eyed boy Lotz reaches for Shakyak, who is in love with himself, with his little gloves in place.

"- Oh, how about it! Anglecomb! '

"Dear Lots! You mustn't!

―――

The voices of the two "fathers" were also empty, and Lotz, with those hands fitted with gloves, grabbed "Munz" and pulled on the tailor's soft, rich, beautiful tie-dropping gray hair.

"- Yes!"

Shakyak spoke out for the pain of being pulled by the boulder because he had not expected it to suddenly pull his hair.

"Oh, Lotz, no, you have to be sorry, you have to be."

―――

It didn't extend to lots like a chestnut rat, but Alsen is also trying to quickly chase it down and maybe make "friends" pull Shakyak's hair.

However, Lotz still holds Shakyak's hair in the way that what Alsen is telling him hasn't been conveyed.

―――

'- You mustn't'

What stopped it was Shakyak, whose hair was grabbed by the Lotz of the day.

Ask Angletham to take off his supporting hand with his gaze and place his brightly clawed, make-up fingers on his knees.

"-" Don't. "

Lotz repeated the pronunciation that Shakyak had pronounced, returning the parrot.

"Yes, you shouldn't."

To the adorable boy, with his gaze straight at him, he repeatedly said, lifting the hand he had placed on his knee and grabbing the boy's, thin and luxurious wrist that grabbed his own hair.

It is easy to grasp the wrist of a still small child with the fingers of a long tailor, and Shakyak squeezes it with moderate force to his red fingertips.

Lotz then engraved wrinkles on his soft, luminous skin forehead, using a glorious-like brow.

Still, I won't let you go staring straight at Shakyak's hair.

"Hair, Tingling, Don't"

The words are separated there briefly by words, and the tailor, staring clearly at the lots, only slightly strengthens the power to squeeze them.

"- Kami, hiccup, shouldn't"

Like earlier, Lotz was talking awkwardly with the parrot back, but now he let go of Shakyak's white and rich hair.

However, that was because the tailor put some effort into it and grabbed Lotz's wrist, understanding the meaning of the words and removing his small hand from his beautiful gray hair did not appear.

"Lord Shakyak Steiner, I'm sorry."

Gloriosa, apologizing for her disrespect as a "father," still stared at Shakyak white hair, stopping by her little own son's side and hugging her.

It suddenly began, it seemed as if the air that had become pressing had loosened with Gloriosa's apology -

What about "-" I'm sorry "?

A sharp voice echoed in Russia during the sight, and the air pressed again, and it was Shakyak who uttered an apology from Gloriosa.

"Lord Steiner -"

"Of which"

With a harsh voice, Shakyak asked "Gloriosa's son" to apologize, and Anglekham and Arsen's Padrik father and son looked equally troubled.

And Arsen, leaning down by his father's side, lowered his beautiful golden-haired head toward the tailor as he grabbed his father's clothes cuddly.

"Oh dear, no more, for I have let go of Lotz's hand"

"My dear Chancellor's son, unnecessary apologies sometimes make people uncomfortable."

In his mouth he said Kippari with the intention of scolding "Arsen's Wrong Apologies," but his expression couldn't be rude and he grinned bitterly at the adorable reflection of the Chancellor's son.

However, the boy, who was also a "good boy", immediately found out that he had been scolded, and said, "I'm sorry."

The look of it also looks adorable, indulging in a look that is going to loosen his expression more than a bitter smile, and the tailor slowly thinks, without the hand of the prime minister, as he stands up in waste with Karan.

I'm sure "cuteness" is the technique these people are prepared to live with.

I don't even tailor my clothes to the "tailor" pattern, but if I really meet someone who has interaction from now on, I try to find the "strengths" of the charm they have first.

If you like someone, you'll get a lot of "money", but it's okay to tailor a piece that takes advantage of its strengths, but it was secretly quite good.

However, some of the "advantages" of tailoring clothing must be noted. One of them is represented by the word "fascinating".

And suddenly appeared before Shakyak, and the children first stored up the "charm" of cuteness characteristic of the toddler.

(I'm also unconscious of its appeal, my preference)

I am a tailor who loves beautiful things and adorable things, but with that in mind, I try to get a "profit" - I don't think it's a bad idea to use what is commonly referred to as a "feisty" aspect.

Thoughts, but never positive either.

If it is not used up, even a tailor who is fair to the aesthetic eye will find it, and vice versa, it is a "sword of the blades" that touches the scales.

It works well for the most common person, but it is only between the person selling it and the person selling it, and is often made up, so it produces "distortion" around it.

When it is done with the country's exchangers and those who want to benefit from it, it probably does not leave much history.

The "scandal" that did not become a major problem in a country called Selisanceum, but happened because it was too attractive, was that the tailors touring the exotic had seen and heard a number of things.

Based on them, and with the actions taken so far by an adorable boy named Lotz, I see the boy held by the king of this country.

(And I have to teach this kid "bullshit" before I do)

"I'm sorry."

Again gaze at Lotz, slowly and upright, staring into beautiful green eyes. The tailor speaks the words meant by an apology from his wrinkly mouth.

"-" Sorry. "

There was a short time, and out of his father's arms, Lotz said the words "apology" in a tone that he knew was still parroting - just imitating the words of a tailor.

"Yes, please."

Just from the start, Shakyak just wanted to pull the word "sorry" out of this adorable boy, so that satisfies me enough.

Lord Shakyak, my son Lotz...

Even if Gloriosa tries to start explaining what the prime minister prevented her from saying earlier, this time with the sound of a tailor opening a fan that "bah" and a bird spreading large wings, she blocks it.

"It's the second time, but since we often travel out of the country, the world is going to be wide open."

Those who know it openly, those who do not know it by the looks of it, those who are not treated as soshi "people" and do not fulfill the light of the drawstring day.

The tailors have seen many of the likelihood of those who have fallen out of the "normal" frame, even though it is vague.

And when trying to be told about "the matter," there was probably a common role with a look of hurt and sadness.

As far as Shakyak can tell, the person who applies to it hasn't shown up during this glimpse, but it is predictable that two adorable boys must have arrived, in the neighborhood of the entrance that leads to the royal palace.

The tailor himself has dived the door that leads to the royal palace several times in the past.

Since it is also a place where the squire awaits and refrains from the end of the royal work, busy in diplomacy, your Lady, the King and the Chancellor, who will probably be the mother of two children, will be in a position to be heard.

(Nevertheless, at the "best" time, I made sure to show this king's son to me, and he came this way.

Someone is trying to "read" my mind, understand the reason for my anger, and take the flow of the story on this occasion as if I had to admit "short hair" after calming it down)

'If your majesty or I say it in detail, if anyone feels sorry for you, let's do it in a wide area called "Seeing".

No one is as tough as His Majesty. "

For the first time here Shakyak laughed gently.

"- Dear Arsen"

"Yes, what is it, customer?"

If he also had a gentle grin on Alsen, as he clings to his father's long legs, the boy looked relieved and gave Shakyak a cute smile.

(This child also appears to have a strong inner core)

However, even if the small hand with the gloves in it can be grasped as "Gyu" so deeply wrinkled in Anglecomb's clothing, the presence of "of us" may be the cause of the child's comfort.

"Does Alsen's friend Lotz like long hair?

To the tailor's question, Alsen looks up at his father on the side with a troubled face.

Angletham nodded quietly and small, "I don't mind telling the truth," she gently stroked her golden hair and silently granted permission to her son.

Arsene nods and answers the "customer" question after thinking about her cute lips with gloves at her fingertips, as she chooses words, even though she is young.

'Yes, Lotz, I like long hair.

Especially, I like bright, soft hair like a customer. '

'Oh, that's a compliment, thank you.

Now, when you find that kind of hair, like earlier, it's a little strange to describe, but you're going to run to the front of your hair. '

With that said, when Shakyak sees Gloriosa holding the Lotz, the Prime Minister's parents and children are also stuck and stared at.

Gloriosa had recently been grabbed by Lotz for her splendid dark hair tied like a horse's tail mixed with a few muscles or gray hair.

You're just "used to being grabbed," and the position you grab is beneath your hair, and the father stares calmly at his son, smiling small.

"Yes, when you find something you like very much or are interested in, it seems nasty to hang in there."

When Arsen answers that, he raises one of Shakyak's eyebrows and closes the fan he is spreading patchoulily to about half.

"It's hard to be patient when you find something you like very much or something you're interested in."

Repeat the explanation Arsen has spoken, in Shakyak's words.

"The son of Chancellor Boulder, young yet proficient in his words.

There may be no surprise in knowing the hard words, but I feel like I'm stepping in and overunderstanding them. '

If the tailor said so much, he sees the two boys coming in between the glances.

'Surely, Your Majesty the King needs two children.

If you hit the firstborn, at the end of the peace, you are born and raised quite a bit.

Even the people who travel all the time together know it. '

If Shakyak had gone that far, Anglekham turned his gaze toward the door connecting the royal palace and the castle, as he had perceived something. Then she gives herself up and asks her pretty young son to meet her gaze.

Arsene, who brought you here?

The toddler, obedient to his favorite father, got lost only for a moment and opened his little mouth.

"Daga - it's your brother. Yes, we want to cut pomegranate flowers that Trenia liked.

When I was using scissors, I said that if Lotz was interested in Mr. Smiley's fuzzy hair, it would be dangerous, so I would go to our place first.

So, when you entered the refrain room, you took off your usual eyelids. '

Even at a young age, children with a deep sense of paternal concession were sure to select "the information we need" and communicate it clearly.

"Dear Daga..."

He was Gloriosa's first child, and now the belly brother of Lotz held by that him.

And the former queen, when she fell from the depths of her mercy, was the only one who took over the blood of those whom the people gave up as the Mother of the Nation.

Genuinely with the blood of two heroes, hearing the boy's name, Anglecam gives a painful look.

- As far as possible, people will read people's minds, don't use their mother's ability to concede trenia (from me).

Yes, Angletham had told his best friend's son from the time his mother began to feel significantly ill.

I am convinced that picking up and reading people's minds is not a constant cause of Trenia's life, which was her mother, but is one of the factors that shrinks.

By birth, it was obvious that only his left eye was purple and he was taking over his mother's powers.

However, the wise man, who is now in the western realm of a different state, is given an eye belt that suppresses the ability to read a person's mind, for which he greatly appreciates his mother, Trenia, Gloriosa, who becomes a father, as well as his companions.

From the familiars back in the day, I still know that I hear people from a very young age, and I know that she has been doing a lot of spicy things.

However, there are other developmental relationships, including eyesight, and the fact that one eye is inextricably connected to another means that in the "OK place", Dagger was stripping his left eye band off and letting him live as much as possible.

However, the Chancellor cannot help but think that removing it "now" in this situation is something different than "in a safe place".

However, in front of the tailor, who had not less than a few edges from his predecessor, who said he was stupid, when he was furious earlier, he did think, "If only Trenia had been here at this time".

Even Gloriosa recently told me that she had talked to me about Lotz and that she was giving Dagger more attention than he needed to.

Anglekham, the Chancellor himself, is extremely busy, so even though I feel sorry for being consulted as a friend, I can't get that far around him.

However, I wondered if I could think about just opening something up, and it was also the arrowhead that I was going to talk to the Pope, who had also consulted with Trenia himself, who was also Dagger's mother.

That's when I thought about it, the door that connects the royal palace to the castle opens and Dagger Sunflower appears just when Angletham first meets Gloriosa in a rural village and about his age.

However, at that time, Gloriosa, one of the king's common sons and a "prince", had stretched her hair and long hair, but Dagger has had short and thorough hair since she was careful.

This, to tell the truth, was common in the "Celisanceum" countryside, especially where boys began to grow their hair gradually near adulthood.

So when I first met Gloriosa, the children of the countryside were greatly surprised by the pitch-black hair as long as the girl Trenia and the "crisp" frown boy.

However, if you are about the age of a dagger in this king's capital, it is overwhelmingly rare for children of the aristocratic class to have short hair, and you hardly see it.

When it comes to the age of Arsen and Lotz, this is also a division (a town) among the nobles, preferred by their parents, and determined in length.

However, the two adorable boys, when stretched out at all, would be told "you're a lovely lady" by the first people they met, so they were polite to the length that the mothers could notice with the boys.

And if the state doesn't approve a law that recognizes "common short hair," it will have to be stretched at a time when Dagger has to stretch his "back."

Beautiful looking boys will need to make an effort not to mistake their surroundings for "women" even if stretched out - especially if Alsen looked that way from the eyes of a familiar tailor.

Furthermore, the tailor looks at each of the children with an "equal" eye.

After all, eventually, he gets tired of his father's large amount but too strong of "rubbing" hair, and stares at the cute peachy haired boy, staring at his hair again as he is held by a successful arm.

(If you have strained your hair length, if you don't look at the time and start stretching, you have various problems.

However, if you are referring to the King's second child, that Lotz...)

If I had seen this pace, perhaps it would have been a difficult time to deceive with the words "young" or "slow development" already.

On a daily basis as a child, there are no major problems, but because of a peaceful life, it has probably happened a couple of times that young Lotz's behavior has been eliminated as something different from that of "Wagamama".

Especially if you're a royal child, it's not a strange time to learn too.

If you learn individually, you may be able to handle it, but if you become a "group," say that Lotz is between children. If you touch the eyes and mouth that are difficult to cover, then those stories must spread instantly.

Additionally, if Lotz was on the spot for "the public with long hair is normal," it can be expected that the hair of an alumni who started to grow hair or someone in a teaching position will definitely pull.

(If that was the impression of Lord Lotz's first encounter, this would be a big bad one) I met him, and although only a few hundred seconds have passed, some tailors are beginning to hold objects similar to the deep affection of thinking of the country to the adorable boy who is now held by the king and to the boy who is beside the prime minister. It was simply more than "liked" beyond the cuteness of appearance.

Speaking of which, these kids were even pulling the blood off that guy.

The tailor notices as a hatter.

By being described as "defeated," he disappeared - just thinking that he was "interrupted".

(Sometimes it's adorable, but I'm attracted to these children because they have Clossandra's blood?)

I am bound by my precious "memories".

However, by adhering to it, the children who draw the person's blood carry something resembling "hard work" do not even want it as a shakuyak.

"- If you think" I don't want ", would you forgive the law drafted by His Majesty the King Gloriosa, as a form of adding new things to the precious memories of the Tailor?"

Dagger came here, opened his mouth slowly at first, and started walking.

Even Shakyak, like Anglekham, who doesn't know what Gloriosa was like in the past, knows very well that his "appearance" is a "glimpse" of the king's youth.

But if I were to describe his "charm," my father, Gloriosa, is not the kind of "charisma" that I can still carry in my early years.

In one way or another, the tailor had felt over the years that a woman's "inclusiveness" or something like that was more than a man's as a word to describe, that Prince Wang had it in his standing.

Shakyak used the word "woman" to describe him, but his appearance was rigorous and ambitious.

And most importantly, the "chilli" frown may be more impressive than anything else, having the exact same shape as my father, Gloriosa, and my brother, Lotz.

Dagger wore good tailored clothes, just like the two adorable children who came earlier.

It's an overall cold outfit, and if he's "in mourning" and he's somewhat susceptible, he can see it.

Among them, a particularly sensitive tailor was easily perceived.

Shakyak feels slightly sorry to have come here and chosen a "day of mourning for the former queen" to poke the surprise of the new king, as he had anticipated.

For a boy named Dagger, today is "a day of mourning for his mother, not tied to a royal position, but with his father as a family and those who know his mother".

I bite bitter thoughts at myself for acting in this way and shooting water at the feeling of thinking of the boy's parents, exaggerating it into a "plot that also appears to be the King's short notice" that makes me contempt my memories and those of my friends.

Then, sooner or later, the boy, who will be the prince of the king, greets the tailor with a sufficiently courteous manoeuvre, and again speaks to the tailor, without saying no to his father, the king, and to his father's best friend, the Chancellor.

'You don't have to be sorry.' Cause if I'm the tailor, I'm still after the "unintentional attack."

Even with a crisp brow, the boy smiled gently and warmly on his face, mouthing that he would never mind facing the tailor, shaking his head small, left and right.

If Angletham lurked his eyebrows with his anxious son's shoulders and stared at his father's best friend, Gloriosa stared silently at his son - "trust".

("Trenia," you can leave this place to Dagger.)

Just staring into the purple eyes of his son, who will be sidelined from the left, the father believes in his son. Maybe Gloriosa thought it was her son Dagger who could absorb all feelings fairly in this place and situation.

And the boy narrows the edge of his purple-eyed eye, as his mother had tried, to draw and pick up and read the feelings of those who are here again.

Though a young friend of a man called a fool, he proclaimed his firm oath of allegiance to the "country," and did not waver when his friend was defeated.

Though, the thought of the country's highest tailor, who can't stand the fact that the laws he made with his friends differ just because of his personal emotions, and whose anger cannot be suppressed.

One of my sons, born as his own child, has a development that makes the situation different from other people's, plus a restraint on "long hair".

Before it produces any more useless troubles, I try to reduce those things at all, my desire as a father, by drawing up a law that also seems to be "King's Mind".

The tailor wanted to cherish his memories with his late friends so that they could not be interrupted for mere contemplation, and originally came close to the "unexpected" that even the highest peaks of the country could not be disrespected and hand-held.

After worrying about his son, who was likely to grow all sorts of ways in the future, the King was trying to make and push the law as he thought he would, especially about the "long hair" that was likely to give rise to problems.

We take action to claim the non-transferable part of each other for what we want to cherish, and it bumps into each other in the sight of each other, "haha".

Dagger then adjusts the bumped thoughts and each "non-transferable part" to find a compromise and rub it together.

If the tailor also finds out why, if what Gloriosa is trying to do is not my simple self, but the tenderness of a simple and lucid king who thinks of his children, he will never act abusively on that thought.

However, I found that accepting it just the way it was, and that the tailor was not convinced by his behavior of "letting Lotz apologize".

(The feeling of this "gentle and demanding Tailor's House" still holds the thought of loving this country. What can I do to make sure that you can keep working with the new Selisanceum, Mother)

Undauntingly, Shakyak fully understood why Gloriosa was trying to create a law that sought to recognize the short-haired law, with the "wavelength" of the tailor's mind flowing loosely into the dagger.

(After that, if you find the Tailor, Father, and the "fallout" of tradition and law in this country, so...)

However, there may be dents or floating areas that cannot be perfectly "flat".

But make up for it with "knowledge" and "reason", and make the place a rock, and raise it so that the people who live in the country "plant and" root "stable laws that are easy to see and recognize.

I can see that in the dagger of a time when my father's best friend is still arguably a boy, working as a prime minister and trying so hard to raise me up.

I wanted to incorporate this occasion with the "power given to me by my mother" because I was glad that my father's best friend Angletham was worried about Dagger like my father and son and my older brother, after laying on my dead mother.

If you don't choose the location and timing of a new "insert" into a tree called tradition or culture after a long period of time, it can be both beneficial and poisonous.

Don't let what you grow and build rot by doing an insertion called drawing up a new "law".

Follow in order to respect what has happened before and to be even more successful.

The most obvious thing was that it was recognized by law and the public, but my son Dagger thought that "Gloriosa the King" would welcome his second wife "from Trenia, the queen".

- The king of this country must have done so before.

When I was just finishing my peace, Trenia was advancing in welcoming her noble daughter to Gloriosa's side room, holding a young dagger tighter than the Lots I now hold.

- I think trying to change the shape of the convention, even if it's really better to get rid of it, all of a sudden, even if it's a good thing, is "normally scary."