Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

It was only "going to fight," the boy stood up with his fisted hands, unwittingly wide open.

In doing so, a "girly" Trenia with a basket came over the hill where Gloriosa instructed him to "duel."

Trenia grinned gently and grinned at Gloriosa, who remained wolfy.

- Come on, just you today, I'll watch Gloriosa and give you my time just for Gloriosa.

I turned a wolfed face to the phrase, "Only Gloriosa (myself) will look at me." Now I turned bright red.

When it became a fight before this.

Initially, Trenia wasted time on walks with nursed children and all the orphans in the church, caring for little boys who had sat down.

For parents to work, the church asked them to take care of him, and the boy, still shallow in the sun, cried "Mother is good" all the time that day.

Even the witch the child's opponent was used to turning out that this would have to be left alone until she settled down once.

So Trenia, who can read my mind, asked me to take her back to church if I felt calm, and I took it on. Without any particular words of comfort, sit next to a boy who cries with a drop of "sung sung" and snot, waiting for his feelings to settle down.

This is hard to predict when, even if you can read your mind and hear your voice.

I thought my mind had been quiet on the surface before, and when I spoke from Trenia, I suddenly cried with "Mother" in a grand way.

Whether you can read or see your mind, you are no match for a crying child.

I have to convince myself that boys are more "if they can't sweeten their mothers, but now they just have to accept it, and crying doesn't make sense".

"Now, I can't help crying," Trenia waited for the boy to realize for himself.

At that time, a dark-haired boy, rare in this country and in the village, who recently came to the mansion of his lady, who lives on the edge of the village, comes with Julian, the most shiny child in the village.

If you're familiar, if you found Trenia, he gave you a hand up and laughed.

Are you still babysitting today?

The gentle childhood tampering I know I can read my mind, with the atmosphere then and the head around me, I guess I should be quiet now, and from my mind, he has asked me questions without making a sound.

If Trenia nodded quietly, I notice black eyes pointing this way.

(Nice eyebrows...)

Her hair and eyes have a brilliantly powerful black color.

A boy wearing regular clothes who could be seen by the observant eye when tailoring was too good for such a splendid facial part probably seemed the same age.

He came from the Wang capital, and as he looked up from the state where Trenia was sitting as he heard Julian explain again from within his heart, he could see that the boy's heart was so obstinate.

I was just trying so hard to tell myself not to "put it on the table".

And the "sounds of words" that say "should not be put on the table" were not put out by the successful eyebrow boy from himself, but rather for the boy - words of admonition.

To recall the words of the commandment, the brunette boy from the king's capital even sank his heart.

The phrase "It's important to express, but patience is sometimes necessary and important", which I was taught, is definitely stained.

But putting up with the "obstinate attitude on the table" reminds me of the person who taught me the word and the sadness of its separation.

I know this is a "lady" way of talking, but it doesn't seem to be the "mother" of this successful eyebrow brother.

It sounded and looked like Trenia, touching the "voice of memories" of a tough eyebrow boy and seemed to do so naturally. "Gloriosa is the last child of the kings of this country so far.

So, I want to hear about Wang Du, so I'm staying with him. "

I'm on the side of that brunette boy, the childhood friend says that, but I can tell he's simply worried about Gloriosa.

Julian's as sweet as ever.

With that in mind, Trenia was "cum" in her hand.

What I've been gripping is a boy who was guzzled until earlier.

I want to go back because I'm scared of you. "

I'm thinking of that feeling now.

He seemed more afraid of his splendid eyebrow brother, who came from a place he didn't know, than he missed his mother.

If it's from Trenia, who can read his mind, I can tell that the boy named Gloriosa wants to persevere, but he can't persevere, he's just indulging.

It was just that the eyebrows I was enjoying were brilliantly creating vertical wrinkles between the eyebrows, and I couldn't help but look scared without preliminary knowledge.

(But thanks to you, I think I can go home sooner than I thought.

Thanks for your help)

For an hour to come, boys weren't weird about Guzz.

If you want to scold him tightly or take him home forcefully, you can tell that the boy is doing so well that there's nothing you can't do, Trenia who was observing.

I'm sorry, but I'm also tired of talking about unconsciously doing the way I've been doing since I was a baby when I was born, "If I cry young, I don't mind adults". When I thought I had "calmed down" before this, I just tried to stop because Guzz didn't work, and when I tried to stop it, I was gently called out - to that tenderness, I remembered my mother again, and I cried out. "You know, if that's how you realize," If you're guzzling, you're going to lose yourself, "children can wear it because they're flexible to change their mind right away. But people tell me to do it, and it's something I don't wear, so I'm just going to have to be more gutsy with you taking care of all this.

The best thing is to see the "scary eyes" lightly and actually when you're guzzled.

Its scary - because once the "experience of failure" has accumulated, it may be guzzling at first, but if you remember the experience, you will notice immediately, and you will be able to stand up for yourself "and now, in fact, within the guzzling cry, you encounter the first time you see a long-haired brunette brother standing with a very angry face.

The boy met because of the "guzzling" thing, he felt like he had an unpleasant eye for his scary brother - "lost money".

Mother is not on her side, but she is not afraid - she experienced with herself that it is still better to be on the side of her deposited church friends.

- Trenia, hey, let's get this over with.

I finally got up from myself and accidentally laughed bitterly as I was pulling the hand of Gui and his caregiver, Trenia.

- Yes, yes, okay, I'll stay with you.

(Really, thanks)

When I thought about it that way, Julian is signing a piece from behind the boy from Wang Du.

(Oh, I see)

Apparently, a childhood familiar with a good head rotation is chewing one.

Think of it, they came also from those with a church.

Julian can easily come up with these situations by connecting the absence of Trenia with the recent entry of a crybaby boy who can't leave his parents.

And I also think about how to use the prince on the top of the Buddha, who has become a new "friend" and doesn't try to get acquainted with anyone.

(But if you're on the top of the Buddha, Angletham has a beautiful face, but he's powerful.)

Whatever it is, "thank you," I try to take this kid back to church once, and I try to get up.

Then just, "Scary Brother" from Wang Du - on the side where Gloriosa was about to get up, trying to get past the street.

Although it is only for my convenience, this situation was really helpful, so with a "thank you", Trenia smiles at Gloriosa.

Just now, though it took the form of looking up, the boy from Wang Du was smiling at himself - "hurt".

(- Huh?)

In the moment of wonder, the great regret the boy has hits Trenia.

"Yes, Gloriosa is strong, isn't she?

If I show His Majesty King Crossandra his strength, I will be truly delighted. "

From behind the wrinkles between the eyebrows, made of successful eyebrows, I could hear the voice of a woman sounding harsh and gentle, and her gentle calm mouth and voice.

Though it is a cherished memory, it is like a sharp blade that has no pattern on a boy from this king's capital, and if he has been drawn from the memory and touched, he is easily harmed.

- Hey, hey, let's get out of the way.

The boy was also agile and perceived the atmosphere of Gloriosa, which had become even more rugged.

And that's the same childhood familiarity that goes around,

I'll talk to you, Trenia. Just get that kid back to church.

Advise the mind-readable Trenia.

With a purple eyed gaze, "I'll be right back!" he told his childhood friend, trying to hold the boy and running out to church. Behind it, something like a verbal fight is going on.

The good voice of Rin's slippery tongue, which returns against Julian's well-tuned and light-hearted conversation, clearly contained anger.

Hey, it could be a fight.

And, the words relaxed, but I heard Julian's heart with a mild impatience in its sounds, and Trenia rushed even more.

Luckily, we're not that far away from church.

Leave it to the childhood familiarity around your head, I think you'll be fine, but the temper of the boy from Wang Capital is tremendous.

(If this doesn't come back, Julian...)

With that in mind,

Gosh.

Oh, my God!

When hitting people with fists, Trenia runs when she hears a unique sound and a mind whose childhood familiarity complains of pain.

The boy also felt like "I want to get back soon" and his heart was full, so he wouldn't have to shake any more.

Running through the "walkway" in such a way as to raise the smoke correctly, I made it to the church safely.

- - Trenia, what's wrong!?. Julian said, "Leave it to me, I'll be right back."

A witch who asked to be taken care of rounds her eyes on the form of "going home" in the state of an overly unexpected girl.

- Excuse me, I'm in a bit of a hurry! Because I won't bother the kids!.

That's what I said, I handed the boy to a senior witch.

The child, after being handed to the senior witch, makes sure she is completely relieved, and Trenia returns her heel (bite) and runs out.

(Though you'd be in a fight -)

I know Julian is "reasonably strong," and he's got a good head around him, so I'll make it appropriate - - but he wasn't the one who got through, was he, that "prince"?

I accidentally put it in my mouth, and if I was running, I'd get signs from the rear.

Then came Angletham, who ran in the same way, immediately facing across the street, taking off his straw hat and exposing him to an overly neat face with a string around his neck.

Trenia, what's wrong? Because when I came to leave my brother and sister in church, it was up to me to see you and chase you. "

The familiarity with Trenia's "characteristics" was explained smoothly, without talking, in order not to waste her strength.

- I'm here last time, a noble boy and Julian are probably starting a fight!. I'm running to stop it!.

Though he had a fine history, he couldn't dare to say that Trenia's "purpose" was there, so he took his breath off as he ran and briefly told him.

I can tell by this way that Angletham is also so stuffed with cut wings that I don't have time to ask how it went.

"Julian would be fine, I suppose - but Trenia, I guess that makes sense to run like that. I'll go out with you - ah?!

- Ah?!.

The last one, of Angletham's heart and voice in his mouth, overlapped.

At that moment, Trenia beside him pulls out Angletham, who prides herself on being quick - running all the way to Julian, who was being beaten up.

"Dossier," he said, stopping where he was about to fall backwards with all his weight on.

- Julian!.

The tall childhood acquaintance, who called his name and stuck his arms from the rear to his sides and stopped him from holding him to support him, immediately stood on his own feet.

However, if I looked back at his face, it was obvious that he was "not okay," with all the predatory wounds and, most characteristically, nosebleeds.

I knew I wasn't up for a melee, and I didn't look good, but I'm strong, Gloriosa.

Apparently there was blood spinning in her mouth, too, and Julian was suppressing her nose and laughing bitterly for the pain.

I'll take Julian.

The chased Angletham pounded Trenia's shoulder and narrowed her green eyes slightly sympathetically to a childhood familiarity dripping nosebleeds.

- Please, Angletham.

That said, when I turned Julian over, Gloriosa was about to leave this place with her back turned, so I accidentally call her out loud using the name that the childhood familiar had called earlier.

- A little?! Why is there such a fight in the flow after that! "Gloriosa".

Stop your legs, shake your long dark hair and just look back a little.

- Don't call me familiar, because I used people on my own for kids who can't leave their parents.

The girl, who thought it was necessary to calm down, but without looking back and cocked at a boy who said such a thing, approached Zukazuka and behind him.

- Um, hey, I need a lonely little kid away from my family.

- Shut up! I don't know "family"!.

At the same time Gloriosa looked back, "Beech!" sounded good, and the long dark hair tied behind her was hitting Trenia's face.

I know it's not a state (on purpose), but it's easy to feel that the bundle of dark hair is bumped inside and "looks painful".

- I want to!.

And enough pain seeps into Trenia's voice of those who actually tease her.

Sometimes I was alarmed, and the area where the hair bundle hit me was just near my eyes, so I accidentally suppressed it with both hands.

- Ah.

And what bothered me most about this was the aristocratic boy, the owner of the brunette who bumped into him.

The voice of a noble and gentle man echoes the heart of Trenia, who is holding her eyes down.

"Gloriosa, behave in vain and spark in peace.

Even small, trivial conversations should not give them a pretext to be followed.

Follow it straight away, even if you've made a mistake or a gap.

If you want to protect yourself and your loved ones, you can do better. "

But for the sake of someone who could be a dear mother, I was separated from the person who, in front of the person who said he was a father, thought he was a "kind family" if he put out "his own power".

However, this gentle voice echoing Gloriosa's memories led to breaking Trenia's heart.

Normally, even a "mind reading witch" has tender purple eyes that can think of people, but I was "annoyed" by the "obstinate prince" just because I couldn't see someone like a kind parent.

And I was also annoyed that the kind loved one taught me that the good was being rotten with my boring obstinacy.

- Oh, noblemen these days work wolves on women, too.

Gloriosa peels her eyes if Angletham says something like that with a cool look on her face and eyes, sticking a handkerchief in Julian's nose.

- Chi, no! This, this "Trenia" is on its own, behind me!.

Some wonders about when he remembered his name, but more than that, some of Trenia was still stubborn and angry with the "Prince Who Can't Apologize" -

- I don't even know what kind parents are!

That being said, I was jumping at the attitude of the sweet prince.

- Hey! "Trenia!" Wait!?.

Now while Gloriosa called her name, she avoided her sharp fists with a single piece of paper, but the "kick" was decided, from which the offense starts against each other.

To a duel that all of a sudden began, Julian was frightened - and I saw the beautiful face beside me.

- Anglecomb, you, that was "attitude."

Julian shrugged as she shrugged, supported by her skin, belly and black childhood familiarity.

- "If you bump into me" once, because it looked like two early. Julian, please wash the handkerchief and return it. It's just that those two fights are more intense than I thought.

As Anglecam put it, when Trenia and Gloriosa's "duel" began to think about how to stop it, where it became intense beyond the expectations of a well-groomed farmer with a stomach black face.

With Julian's surprising voice and the girl's forehead clashing forcefully against the boy's forehead, the scene heals with the triumph of the kid general Trenia Bubaldia in the countryside village, even though he thinks he's fallen together.

That being said, no matter what happens, a shiny gentle boy and a belly-black beautiful boy watched two of each party indifferently.

And it will be the flow of Gloriosa entrusting a letter of "rematch" application to a "losing" opponent who remembers his name for sure, to a gentle Julian who still comes to his side and cares, even though he is beaten by himself.

Then, the other Trenia comes dressed like a boy who cares for herself and says "date," and is supposed to be a wolf.

As for Gloriosa, this time she and I were thinking so much about having a verbal fight at first and in some cases another "fight".

I felt sorry for Trenia, but I was trying to use "her" to stop feeling for my smoking family - untrained.

Because the smile directed at me at that time looked just like the only person in that place who was family to me, even though his face didn't even look alike, and it was really hard. In addition, I was used by "something" and stuffed by a moderate boy.

Then, if you heard that you had asked her to cooperate because "Trenia" was having trouble caring for the boy, once, remembering her name, the phrase "I can't leave my parents" cripples my thoughts.

I don't like the obstinate miserable self of being "abandoned" - and when I thought about it so much, there was a nostalgic food in front of me.

It was a rice ball.

- Come on, just you today, I'll watch Gloriosa and give you my time just for Gloriosa. So cheer up.

From the opponent who signed up for the duel again, it was still unusual at the time, and for Gloriosa, a nostalgic rice ball is put out in front of her black eyes.

- There's a corner left. Until good memories, I won't smear it. Keep it up, you just have to have it.

Gloriosa, who did not yet know the power (from Chi) of a girl named Trenia with these purple eyes, continued to be wolfish dressed like a date in words that were told to read her mind as if she were being read.

"How do you know what you want to forget?!

and the voice of a panicking heart echoes in Trenia's heart, circling her purple eyes - just like before this, behind Gloriosa, staring at Julian, then glancing back and speaking.

- That, Gloriosa, you, Julian haven't asked me about me yet?

- What?. By the time I answered, Gloriosa had received a rice ball that had been pushed out and offered even more.

Rice balls wrapped around the big leaves were still warm, and it had also awakened the precious memories of the boy coming from the king's capital to his heart.

However, that memory does not carry the cleavage and sharpness that Trenia has been giving Gloriosa, as she has read before, and conveys the same warmth as Rice Ball.

If he smiled at the warmth of it, from behind the boy, who was also beginning to be confused by memories, Julian opened his mouth like trouble, scratching with his fingertips under the scarf that was wrapped around his neck, also a trademark.

- 'Cause it feels like Gloriosa's into Trenia, but she doesn't want to talk to me.

- Not that I don't like it, but that I'm thinking, "Sorry to make you use your time for me floating alone." - What, you cared about that!?.

Sandwiched between Trenia and Julian, the boy holding the rice ball opened his black eyes wide, and now if he was lit up and stared at the purple-eyed girl for now, she nodded.

- Well, I can read people's minds, as Gloriosa thinks.

"But then I'm the one, so why don't you tell me you're choosing one?"

Even during the last "duel," Gloriosa thought more than once, "I was driven to this place because I was the son of a son".

Because of his unexplained but mighty ability to be known as "the son", he may avenge Crossandra, his father and king...

Such things drove me to the countryside on the edge of the country, even if I didn't take my life.

He took the lead in the process of sending Gloriosa this way, even though he thought the life of the most precious king was first and foremost adored, replacing his mother.

Beyond human intelligence, having great powers that are not magic was the cause of neglect.

However, excellence in martial arts resulted in the ability to be a good samurai in front of a man named Father because he thought that becoming a good samurai would make both mothers happy.

Those who only looked like "big shadows" were supposed to have been "haunted" at that time.

- If you're a pussy, I'm a "witch" from my real parents who wants me to say, "Can't you leave my parents?"

Trenia pinched the words before the mind of the boy who came to Wang Capital looked back again and "seemed to guzzle" that boy.

And the boy looks like he's hurt, even though it's not his own thing, to the content of the pinched words.

"A king, no troubling circumstance, but a normal real parent thinks that about their child?

The girl let her sneer bitterly at the question in the voice of the boy's heart, which was difficult to put into words.

- Besides, I, I have a strong arm why, I'm a woman, but I'm a "kid general" in this village, and if I were a parent, it would be "even though I'm a girl," and I'd be ashamed of myself.

- Are you the kid general?!.

Trenia and Julian blow out at the same time because Gloriosa responds to this with a voice.

But once and for all, the scene soothed.

- Gloriosa, she may be tough, but she also has some pretty good memories, right? As I said earlier, if you have good memories, don't take care of them.

That said, I stare with purple eyes at the rice ball I made and handed him for him.

- I'm tightening up around here, and I had the farmer Padrick's family secretly split up that I had the stockpile to make small quantities every year on a trial basis. So Rice Ball thanks Angletham too.

- Anglecomb?. Oh, that beautiful guy.

♪ Well, I'll leave you alone ♪

I was wondering if you wouldn't be interested in this way because you had a much less enthusiastic attitude then, and maybe you didn't like the very existence of these nobles.

I also picked up that Gloriosa worry, took it away, and Trenia smiled at me.

- Yes, I was very concerned about Gloriosa when I said, "I'll be here." If I told you about your "memories" even though you were always a prudent man, you would have brought Rice from the stockpile.

Hearing Trenia's explanation, she had an indescribable face at first, but seeing a nostalgic chunk of grain in her hands, Gloriosa smiles.

In that heart, gratitude, along with gratitude, occupied my chest.

- Well, if it's in the stockpile, but it's only about the representative's house, then Rice isn't so popular here yet.

And first, Gloriosa brings to mind Rice Ball's vision, as it only passes on to Trenia.

What if a tailor who also became a friend of His Majesty the King added this to the country's new cereal when it was still younger? and they sent rice from far east countries.

It was behaved by those who dwelt in the royal palace, and the side chambers that dwelt in the rear palace were likewise devoted.

So, to make it easier for the still young Gloriosa to eat rice, it was the rice ball that the side chamber deliberately made itself by choosing one of the various instructions on how to eat it.

Maybe he was born as a noble child and never cooked or anything like that since he was born, but he took off the gloves he always fitted and made them.

As described in the instructions, the cook was assisting me with freshly cooked rice, cooling my hands with ice water, salting them on my palms, and gripping me "round".

Even though the guidance was in the form of a "triangle", it was so rounded that the lady who would take the place of her mother would grip on Gloriosa, but I was really happy with what she would grip that way.

Since that day, I never thought of these kinds of "streams", but the fact that they are happy memories remains the same.

- Looks happy and really above all.

- Oh, right. It's also a real pleasure.

So, as Trenia says, leave the "happy memories" intact.

And even to the girl in front of me, if I could hear and read my heart, I took the liberty of thanking her in my heart.

Until now, I stumbled into a sudden goodbye to "the person who replaced my mother" and even the minute I couldn't tell her, I thought to Trenia, "Thank you."

Though I knew some were not meant for me, the warmth and size of the "thank you" also made Trenia bright red, which was unusual for her and distracted her gaze to cover up the light.

- I have a tough eyebrow, so I thought you were stubborn, but you're out-of-the-box, honest and "soft" in your mind, Gloriosa.

What I just felt, if I honestly put it in my mouth, Gloriosa looked strange.

- Nothing, the eyebrows won't matter. So, one way or the other, it's the usual me, I think. Hiding is a pain in the ass, and I don't like it.

That's what Gloriosa said, with her hands on her hips, in a way that she also feels in some "ehem" prestigious breeze.

"Besides, the story of the Goddess of the earth who" appeared "in this world at dawn, when the traveller brokered with the angel, was often heard by the Pope in the Church of the King's capital.

So now I've made up my mind not to waste my time in front of Trenia!

At last, the reason was also thought of by Gloriosa with the intention of telling Trenia alone in her heart.

Are you honest, simple, lavish, or maybe a big guy who can mix all three of those and have them at his leisure?

The girl of the Blessed is awed by the size of the vessel that the last child of the king of this kingdom possesses, such as to be shy, but also to want to be respectful.

- Yeah, well, Gloriosa was full of sincerity to delude herself into being obstinate, and she was careful about "the whole thing" after all. And Julian came into the conversation at a good time from behind, as he continued with Gloriosa.

I just don't know what that word means, so if I pointed my gaze at "I want you to explain" with purple eyes, the boy around me immediately guessed and opened his mouth.

- Gloriosa was the first person in the church to notice that there was no Trenia with that boy before the duel.

- Oh, really?. I just thought I noticed Julian around me.

Now Julian was slightly more proud. This one put his arms together and ni laughed.

- Well, I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but if I did, I'd be looking around, and that day, because I hadn't seen Trenia yet, because if we asked the witch's sister, I'd stop looking around right away.

- You've been watching that?

- Oh, I'm sorry!.

If Gloriosa was honestly surprised by Julian's explanation, holding the rice ball and looking back in momentum, her long dark hair would shake and nearly hit Trenia's face, just like before.

But this time, without bumping into each other, she was passionate about how well she was, and Trenia was grabbing Gloriosa's hair with the hands of those who didn't have a basket.

- It's kind of fresh around here because men are only about the adults who represent them, and they grow their hair for the ritual. But you're glossy ~.

In addition to the rarity of a man having long hair, Trenia unwittingly rubs his wrapped luscious hair, enjoying the feel.

- I, on the contrary, am just a grown man with short hair, although I was surprised when I came here.

As Trenia remained grabbing my hair, Gloriosa expressed her opinion as she looked at Julian with short hair in a retrospective fashion.

- Well, from now on, you can be because "over here" will be normal. So, Trenia, it's time to let him go, not like that, and I can't even eat a rice ball in the corner.

If Julian had encouraged a child-friendly girl while pointing her short own hair, Trenia was in a hurry to let go.

- Yeah, I made a corner, so eat it.

Gradually facing the front and staring at the rice ball in his own hand, Gloriosa opened her mouth small to him.

- I have to thank you for something.

- Yes, well, the role of the kid general, I wonder if you could take his place.

If Trenia answered immediately, Gloriosa rounded her black eyes to several surprises today, but nodded immediately.

- Okay, if Trenia wants it, I'll do it. Fortunately, the arm can beat Julian, and if it's as good as losing to Trenia, the people of this village are likely to recognize him as a "kid general" as well.

- Thank you. To Gloriosa's euphoria, I put on a cute smile worthy of a girly outfit.

Actually, I've been thinking about this since I duelled with Gloriosa.

If there was an easy "role" to understand, it would lead to the whereabouts of this aristocratic boy.

He was separated from those who thought like his parents, and from the place where he was born, and driven to his sister, who was a long time away.

The brightness of the nature of a boy with pitch-black hair and eyes has also made it possible for a girl to hear her heart.

The older sister is gentle, and a healthy girl closer to her sister than her niece, though "family," still doesn't want to open her heart to anyone in this place, even though she thinks so.

The royal boy carrying the flower surname "Sunflower" heading to Yang was detached, depressed and "obstinated" for the first time in this world from the presence of more than anyone who thought of him as both Yang and his mother.

And I wasn't even trying to think about meeting someone who seemed like that in this new place.

A boy like him, who was also an honest chunk, with a mind that didn't even plug in during the rebellion, thinks "what shouldn't have" with a stubborn head of his own.

Then, I was supposed to hold on to the feeling that I had been kicked out of the king's capital by myself because I had done something wrong.

It's a country village, and it's not sexually appropriate to pull it off, so I went outside alone and at some point, on Gloriosa's side, a boy with a scarf was following me.

I don't know why, but if you were out walking around the mansion, Julian, about the same year you wrapped a scarf around your neck on the side, would follow you at a distance you wouldn't mind.

If it was moving "together", the villagers would say, "Why are you on my side?" Don't look at Gloriosa, but if you asked the gentle boy you were accustomed to seeing, he said, "I want to hear about the Wang Capital."

But to say so with his mouth, Julian was just on his side, and he never asked Gloriosa anything.

Although it was inexplicable to be attached, he kept the feeling of "loneliness" away from the king's capital or the boy who came.

Without the sun it is not possible to look up to heaven yet, but the falling "head" is no longer bent or lowered.

But if you've just become the gaze of your own child while you don't know how to look up, you'll soon notice the presence of a girl who takes care of your toddler in church.

At first, there was no such thing as a clear resemblance to that figure from a distance, but it was a reminder of that man who clearly said "goodbye" to himself in the Wang capital.

The way you look after your young child - proudly "facing the person you love" - reminds you of yourself and that person when you were in that place, without any doubt whatsoever.

"Is that it? Does anybody remember" Grandma "and any of the kids are about to cry out?"

Suddenly, the girl I was staring at says something like that.

The girl then gives herself up, staring carefully at the face of each of the young children diligently, making sure.

"It's okay, even if you don't have a grandmother, there's a lady."

At that time, Gloriosa carved a wrinkle between her eyebrows with a successful eyebrow, had an "angry" look, was at a distance, and didn't think the voice of her heart could be heard by that girl.

However, the nose and the back of my eyes became hot with the timing of the event that "I could have noticed that I was about to cry", and early enough, at that time, I left Julian, who followed me in a hurry.

"It's okay, I'm on your side, Gloriosa." Something happens, when you're scared, when you're anxious.

Until I came to this place, I remembered my hands fitted with the gentle gloves that were always on my side, and that day, back at my sister's mansion where I was taken care of, Gloriosa entered the bedroom and fell asleep.

And only then do I still remember "that guy" in my dreams.

She holds herself up to a young self who has failed at something and is crying, even though she is always a Rin Lady, but at that time, from the King, she does not mind crying if the dress made by the best tailor in the country is dirty, which is the most spoiled proof.

"... you can't stay on your side forever."

Even though he had never said such a thing, in his dreams, he woke up when he heard it clearly.

Of course I don't feel good, and still, being in the mansion doesn't suit me sexually.

The time I woke up was the same as always, so I went out early, not just unemployed, not eating the meal that was served.

And I usually try to keep pace with Julian, who follows me on his own, but that day I go fast. But the small village has to go down a determined path.

So if you passed in front of the church, there were children and witches in the church square where you keep the children early in the morning, but there is no such "lady".

And one, not even a small one.

What do you care? I've remembered the faces and numbers of people in this village in the last few days.

If you know the name, you'll remember it right away.

It wasn't that "bitter" for Gloriosa to give such overall consideration to small things, and she was good at Ning Luo.

It is wonderful and joyful and praiseworthy to remember every servant of the royal palace even in the Wang capital. And it was that guy who praised me, after all.

"As someone who stands above you, the first thing you need to do is acknowledge who you are and who you will be with, and remember your name with certainty.

And sometimes - "I struck it off before I remembered the last word that Gloriosa most resonated with the heart of.

(- I have to forget, my, "I" place isn't there anymore)

That's how I tell myself, behind me. Julian, who was either guessing Gloriosa's mood today or following me at an open distance, shrinks in between.

And over Gloriosa's shoulder, she casually pinched her mouth.

"I can't leave my parents today," Trenia and I recently got deposited. "What's wrong with you, little one?"

The girl's name "Trenia" in his mouth is remembered to soothe his mind, and the word "parental separation" should not taste anything, but spreads the bitterness into Gloriosa's mouth.

While pretending not to be interested, when Julian and the witch put it in their ears, Trenia apparently hangs out patiently with a boy who has been removed from his parents and guzzled and stopped moving.

If that's all you got in your ear, Gloriosa starts down the country road in such a way that it just took her to get through.

At the end of the day, Julian said, "Leave it to me, I'll be right back," and if he had said something to undertake, he would have followed Gloriosa again.

And if I go for a while, I find Trenia sitting quietly on the side of a boy named Guzz.

Behind me, if I felt like the air had moved, Julian was casually raising his hand to the girl who was babysitting.

Then I realized that Trenia was looking at herself.

After a long and frequent look at my face, I was apparently close to Julian behind me, with beautiful eyes pointed at you - the purple tenderness strikes me first.

(Purple eyes, for sure -)

[The goddess of the earth…, the traveler as an intermediary…, at the dawn of "reconciling" with the angel…, the purple eyes are the ones who "appeared" in this world….

In front of those eyes…, everything is exposed to equality…, it will be hard to abandon wasted emotions…]

I recall what the Pope, quite old in the cathedral in the King's Capital, told me from his wiggly mouth.

(Is the emotion "I" have now a "futile" one?)

I used it when I was in Wang Du, that guy taught me, "Son of a King." Think with words.

But I still think what comes with that is the emotion that I think I stuck with myself, and it certainly seems futile.

When I think I shouldn't put that waste on the table, my expression gets really harsh.

"Yes, Gloriosa is strong, isn't she?

If I show His Majesty King Crossandra his strength, I will be truly delighted. "

(That's what he told me, so "I" is)

- Trenia, hey, let's get this over with.

With a little boy's voice, if he returned to me, he was holding the hand of that purple-eyed girl named Gyu Trenia after turning a frightened eye.

Besides, he stands up from himself, pulls the purple-eyed girl's hand hard, and pulls his hand with his body facing the direction of the church.

Turn the eyes that looked so guzzled into frightened eyes this time, it was supposed to come here, reminding Gloriosa of the cause.

(... so scared of me?)

The king had a game in front of him in the garden of the royal palace.

Boys who don't know what criteria they were collected by, but other than Gloriosa, they're all older, they're pretty skilled, they've never had one.

It should have been an easy match for the "Chancellor" to serve as a referee, who is also a friend of the King.

Because the prime minister says, "Do it for real" just like that guy, showing his Yaeko teeth.

"Seriously," I just tried to fight.

[Forgive me, it's your match]

[Forgive me, please]

Everyone, at the first blow of a weapon called a wooden knife, for simulated warfare wielded by Gloriosa, younger than himself, suppresses and falls into place.

Before I started the game, I'd been looking at the smallest one as a fool or a tease.

Besides, the ladies who had come with the boys turned their gaze over the fan to look at Gloriosa's precious person.

Gloriosa felt just a little angry, and I just did it for real.

[... Your Majesty, let's play in front of the entertainment, shall we?, would you like to say a few more words of addition and subtraction?

At first, he spoke up and was listened to, feeling like he proposed lightly with no one.

Gloriosa plays several games without any particular attention thereafter.

Each time the other knocks him down with a painful voice, and the ladies who bring their son hold their licences, with a small scream, with their hands fitted with gloves.

Eventually, one lady - as the side room had decided to do, grabbing a fan from the viewer's seat and not making things rough, does not rise from the seat, but calls on the king.

[Stay seated, I'm afraid, Your Majesty.

We and our sons have not been raised with the mercy of Lord Uetsu, Master Gloriosa, nor have we ever thought about contempt.

I also know enough that Master Gloriosa is strong.

So, would you please turn to the stage so I can forgive you?]

The king, however, sat in a fine chair with his elbow hanging on, just watching quietly the "game of entertainment" taking place in the garden.

"- His Majesty the King is indulging in the skill of his youngest son, who was born of an exotic princess and could not be sweetened by his mother.

I know you live far away now, but if you're a "brother," you can get along with it.

It's okay, if you're dying, I'll stop you.]

Speak without looking back to the side chambers where the Chancellor sits from the stage to serve the king next to each other.

With his back turned, the Chancellor moved the long-held hairs tied, which were also adult men's cards in this country, depressingly in the opposite direction as he draped them on his shoulders until now.

Tattoos in the ancient letters carving friendship and loyalty, which is the custom of the prime minister's homeland, can then be seen except at the bottom of the section.

At the moment of the glimpse of this, to the words of the Chancellor, which could be heard lightly, the side chambers had no choice but to simultaneously press silence and close their red-drawn lips.

Someone who speaks like a nasty boy, but is more knowledgeable than any civilian in the royal palace, uses moves and magic, which is not appreciated by the samurai, and is relentless except for the king.

That was the prime minister entrusted by the king to govern this country.

When we entered the rear palace, we were told first by our own mentor, Uemura, to fear a sharp and more actionable prime minister than a majestic and oligarchy king.

- That Chancellor, no matter what kind of play you're joking about, will not forgive anything to the detriment of Crossandra Sunflower.

- Well, I'm the same there. He instructed us at the end to feel "vertical, even horizontal," if the Chancellor uttered words about the king, even though he applied them "as a side chamber."

That way, even while we have no choice but to remain silent, the "Children of the King" match is executed by the judgment of the Chancellor.

On a day when the sun is strong, it is a great shadow because of the great umbrella provided by Kings, and I do not see the appearance of the King's Crossandra.

Even Gloriosa and the children standing on the stage of the match could not see the king's face in any position, that he was still the father.

And all the older ones who will be the king's sons - Gloriosa, not knowing the "belly brother" - will defeat them in a game in the aftermath seat.

I heard in front of someone that Gloriosa is the king - "the father," depending on the outcome of his game, it also determines the valuation of that important person, and even I was seriously uptight that it had to be even more so.

The "brothers" of the matches in front of the winner, all gathered together despite being said to be "entertaining", fight the youngest brother, severely damage a part of his body at all costs, and Gloriosa herself is intact and bracketed.

Mother's side chambers, where kings of that age had not decided on their heirs to the throne and some boys would be adults in a few years, had taken their sons with them when this "pastime" led to something that would determine their inheritance.

But their own sons had been easily defeated by a boy with rare pitch-black hair and eyes in this country, conceived by an exotic woman who greeted them in the side chamber at the end.

If the game was over, the "brothers" who were seated by Gloriosa were treated immediately by health guards and healers, and there was no "life" to say otherwise, but for a while there seemed to be difficulties in everyday life.

In a state of far-sighted deep scratch, the side chamber of the defeated brother's mother, with the end of the match, shouts "excuse me" and then picks the hem of the dress towards you and goes away.

So, after all the games, the side room seats that were like samurai had become conspicuously empty, and in the meantime, a "lecture" was given by the King. The person being treated also once has painkilled the interruption, falls flat and waits for words.

"- First of all, I fixed the most excellent result," Uehi "who takes care of my youngest son, brilliant.

If raised properly, future generations may also say that in the force, there are people who are likely to be able to trample the country.

But above all, let's be grateful that you are raising something that draws my blood with mercy, even though you are not my real child]

With those praises, he replied briefly, "Your Word Without Bodies," but Gloriosa was glad to see that those beside her were overjoyed.

[Others turned out to be in such a way as to accompany the winner this time, but I could see the form of effort that put each "minute" into place.

As a parent, I am glad to have seen a satisfactory previous match.

But that's it, so as to keep in mind that there is someone stronger than you, regardless of your age, while there is a connection between you and blood.]

The lecture was directed more towards the people who raised them than the people who fought one way or another, all but the Chancellor was plain clothed and for the first time each interpreted the meaning of the word.

But the king, as one, did not speak the name of his son, so he made a fair impression on the whole and minimized the impression of who was particularly admired.

That way, if he made a statement out of the shade of the sun umbrella to which he refers until the end, he stood up and, finally, without seeing his face, the king, the father, leaves the spot.

In doing so, the king had a glimpse from the shadows of an important person called by the name of his superior and office beside him.

That's what I care about childhood, when I was going to ask her to come say hello, before bedtime, as usual, after all your games.

Gloriosa was told that if she stopped by her side in a sleeping roll, she would be sent out the Wang Capital with a gentle attitude.

[Your show of too much power, if you had kept yourself in this king's capital, someone might try to use it.

There is no guarantee that its power will not harm His Majesty the King]

Here, once, he coughs up a small one, and the upper one goes on.

[It was decided earlier in Parliament that no one with the power to avenge King Crossandra Sunflower could be left in this king's capital.

Although there are no lies or falsehoods in your loyalty to His Majesty the King, your son and your subordinates, it has already been decided.

Therefore, we will do the order as soon as possible]

Told him that it had been so decided, Gloriosa was due to leave the King's Capital tomorrow, and he could begin to do so.

Before giving out the words of the question, if the pampers and uppers banged their hands with the gloves fitted, a maid of several familiar servants enters the private room of Gloriosa's rear palace and begins to pack them handily.

I just don't have that much luggage for a boy who's still under ten.

Because the conditioning items are tailored to suit the room, the items made as luggage became all the props and clothes that I routinely use, and Gloriosa's luggage fitted in about one large bag.

Holding the bag, if you'll excuse me, the servants dropped off promptly after leaving the words.

[- Then, tomorrow morning, the carriage will leave.

I will probably not be able to drop you off as I will be busy from now on, but I wish you well from the King's Capital.

Now if you'll excuse me, good night]

Gloriosa never called her name that day, but she bowed her head and left the room as she had done at any time during her bedtime breakup.

If she leaves the room, this too, as usual, the light of the Spirit of Fire, which was lit as a light in the room, disappears with a hook.

[How so?]

After disappearing, Gloriosa finally sat down on the spot saying all that.

But when he sat on the floor behaved badly, the boy who was stunned fell asleep as if he were running away.

- No matter how much you rely on me or admire me, don't just think of me as a "mother," Master Gloriosa.

Gloriosa understood that she should not be considered a "mother" because she had been told repeatedly since the time of her heart.

However, I immediately knew childhood to be reasonable, but I do not consider the noble lady my mother, who devotes herself to caring for me, but I decided to think of her as a "family" and she was right, I admired her sweetly.

In the absence of a mother, Gloriosa was able to live in peace with her presence, even in the life of the royal palace, which swirled in various ways without hindsight.

I don't have a "mother" like the other older girls who are half-sisters, but if someone named "Uehi" is going to be my "family," that's fine.

However, if you did not speak of a mother, but "think of her family", you could have predicted that your wife would give you the word of admonition.

If you put it slightly in your mouth, "Stop what you think is your family," you never put it in your mouth because you knew you could be praised by her, who only knows how to call you in her role in the royal palace.

Perhaps you are generous enough to take care of me, and your lady also has a bondage with Gloriosa, one of the king's sons, that she must refrain from "behaving like her mother, even though she is not her mother" more than is necessary.

I felt that way as a child, and I thought. So I never uttered a word in my mouth that could lead to a slight breakdown in an unlimited number of similar relationships, although I could never be a parent or a child.

And while taking care of Gloriosa, I'm sure Uehi, too, is aware of the King's flexible thinking of his youngest son.

The young boy thought that although he had noticed, he was trying not to put "each other" in his mouth.

Though we may be seen as parents and children around us in the days spent in the royal palace, we must not recognize it.

If you think like a parent or child, you can't say it in your mouth, but you can keep a comfortable routine, that's fine.

But one day, if Gloriosa had grown up, she would say thank you to Uemura and sign a pact saying, "Blood doesn't have to be connected, parents and children" and wish she had truly become a family.

Though I thought the days of tranquillity in Wangdu would continue...

- Because you can't stay on your side forever.

The words I heard in my dreams echoed again in the insistent gloriosa in the countryside village.

(Enough, let's stop thinking)

- Yes, yes, okay, I'll stay with you.

(Back - I don't have a place to go back to)

With his hands drawn, Trenia's feelings of standing up were geared towards appeasing the little boy's attempts to return.

Coming from Wang Du - he didn't even feel fine dust, such as the feeling of Gloriosa losing his place.

(Was it useless to care about him?)

My heart smoked with sadness and little anger.

If you still remember, nostalgia wins better, and the anger of being expelled from your place cannot be greater.

I wonder if "I" was ever needed by that guy.

- I've never even given it to His Majesty.

- Plus, that's inappropriate. When we ate more, the two of us were filled with rice grains, but it was still fun and "delicious," he gave me a soft smile, unlike the atmosphere of a noble hour.

I don't even want to think there's any point in making a meal for Gloriosa that the King didn't even make "most important," though.

- -!?. When I realized, my purple eyes were gentle, smiling, staring at Gloriosa.

The kindness poured out of those purple eyes had something that led to that man's soft smile, which accidentally reminded me of the last time I was praised.

But as soon as I remembered, even as Gloriosa stared with a smile, the feeling of surprise to Russia seeped out of its eyes and spread into its expression as well.

- Whoa, you said it well.

A small but light Julian voice enters my ear at the surprise of Trenia and at the slightest next moment when I was stuck between the bundles.

- Hey, honey, let's get back to it.

One thing comes to mind when I see a little boy trying to rush back to a place where he can look at himself and be frightened and reassured that he was listening in church, pinching waste.

Did you use my "me" thing?

My heart froze, as I was suddenly breathed in a fluffy cold breath.

After coming here, I smiled and stuck with him, "Because I want to hear about Wang Du," and realized that I was being used by Julian now.

Normally, Gloriosa is tolerant of any use of herself, but the content is probably used to familiarize children who cannot "leave their parents" and are "grumpy" away from their mothers.

That touched the reverse scale of my mind now. If I understood that I had been used, I could not help but be sexually hungry.

Julian, agile to detect Gloriosa's anger, can also be seen gazing into winds such as "go back fast" toward Trenia, oiling his burning anger.

The boy also feels Gloriosa's displeasure and pulls Trenia's hand further to go home.

Then I didn't even turn my anger on Trenia, but suddenly she held the boy, ran and went back to the church.

- I'm so grumpy, you don't like Gloriosa.

That man in the king's capital really overlaps the figure of Trenia, who suddenly runs out of this place and disappears.

At the time of his departure from the Wang capital, Uehi did not appear in Gloriosa's drop-off, as he had declared himself.

(Am I just saying that in that game, a child I raised on behalf of my parents should have won?

Did my upbringing lead me to give you credit for his role in capturing his side chambers?)

And if you grow up, cross your age, and decide to win the match before His Majesty King Crossandra, the beloved of Uemura, it's too dangerous this time, so you kick him out of the king's capital.

(That would be too self-serving, wouldn't it?) And I directed that anger at a near-old boy - Julian - who wrapped a scarf around his neck that I thought had used him.

However, Julian is also sorry that he "took advantage of his grumpy appearance on his own," even if Gloriosa caught his eye sharply, without escaping from it.

In the match in front of Wang Du, I was slightly surprised to take it without turning a blind eye, even though the match opponent was frightened or blind, even with a sharp gaze only to fight for what he meant.

Moreover, Julian doesn't feel frightened even if he thinks he's "sorry for using it," or if he's ever caught Gloriosa's gaze.

If this is a normal time, I can't wait to be happy that there is only about that person in the Wang capital, such as someone who can't be frightened by my sharp eyes. This time, however, this was also like oiling a fire into anger.

- Uh, Gloriosa. Without saying no, I'm angry. I'm sorry I took advantage of your atmosphere.

- You think you can, like, forgive me if I talk bright?

Julian wears it like a trade mark, grabs the scarf and wraps it around her collar, and stuffs it.

Even if Gloriosa stuffed it that way, the boy I've been with since I got to this place seemed to be figuring out a way to make it as easy as possible.

- Well, don't forgive me, if you feel bad about these things, I apologize. I'm sorry.

But I'm also concerned that Julian apologized to me straight away and without distracting me. Honestly and sincerely, it was more painful then to be apologized to myself.

This way, at least, if I could really hear a word before we split up, the heart of someone named Uehi.

- Shut up!.

- Wow, hey, calm down!.

I can only compare it to "blood rising on my head".

If you noticed, leave it to your emotions. Gloriosa was waving her fist up.

Julian, who had responded sincerely to the boulder, had also opened his eyes and tried to avoid Gloriosa's fists, but faster than anyone else who had ever fought, and most importantly, he had been caught on the collar, his neck moved, but inevitable.

- I don't know!

Julian was definitely struck by the sensation of a friend's fist gently engulfing his cheek and the pain associated with it, although it did not feel decisive.

I didn't mean to speak out, but the degree of "pain" is greater than I expected, and I accidentally speak out.

Then, at the edge of his sight, Julian Load could see Trenia holding the boy running out at a higher speed.

Oh, my God, Trenia's coming back to my village, Admiral Kid.

Julian thinks it's not a bad thing to be a "girl" but to have strong arms.

Because there are certain things and things that can be protected by being powerful.

However, the atmosphere that has been conveyed in this country for a long time does not seem to welcome the fact that "girls are too strong".

For example, if a fight between a child of a man and a woman, or if the cause is not on the girl's part, can be done, the girl is intercepted, crying and begging the adult for help.

Thus, it is "desirable" as the way of this country that adults finally praise boys. Ironically, it was Trenian parents in this countryside who welcomed such things the most.