Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Girls who could read people's minds have long heard their parents talk to each other in an atmosphere of flow on the spot, but when they talk like that, they blame women with a "nagging" atmosphere more intensely in their minds.

And her parents realize that even though their daughter reads her true meaning and talks on the spot, she unconsciously despises what has been badly cursed with her heart.

However, Trenia never puts those parts of her parents in her mouth, even if she doesn't like them.

Sometimes it was too difficult for a child to hide an atmosphere that he did not give to his mouth but did not accept.

So when I was less naturally at home and just playing outside, I met Julian, an orphan, who was similarly picked up by Anglecomb, a mistress's child, and a famous hunter for being an oligarchy in the village, as "children who couldn't stay home".

The way we meet is the same way we do it now that we come to this village to the youngest son of the king of this country, both of whom seek contact from Julian.

It was to have a calm look, like a step in front of a smile, and to be beside them at a distance that they wouldn't care about or miss.

(This girl is a girl, and I wonder if she would be scared if I was too close to her.

But being too lonely, I probably don't like it, and I don't like it, either)

First it was like that for Trenia, exquisitely grabbing the distance she wouldn't dislike, and Julian was coming around her neck with a pair of scarves aligned with her adoptive father, the hunter.

A boy with all those tender feelings about him and a girl who can pick up and read his mind and feelings, Trenia can't stand Julian's tender but funny rhetoric and starts out laughing.

I told Trenia who laughed and told her what her parents told her to do because Julian gave her a surprise look at the boulder.

"My purple eyes read people's feelings on their own, because they're witch's eyes."

"Heh! You can read your mind, Trenia. Wow!"

I don't even know the old story of the "Blessed One" in this country, the boy only heard and accepted the word that Trenia's heart could be read.

I heard what they said about "witches" as if they didn't care, believed in the facts only as they were, told me there was someone I wanted to see, and brought Angletham.

The moment I saw a boy with brown skin, like a doll that was initially too neat, Trenia was purely surprised, but her heart was quite "belly black" and she was a normal child who liked jokes.

However, I also found that in front of being taken as a mistress's child, there were places where I refrained from putting myself on the table with reluctance from my family.

"Nice to meet you, Angletham." "Nice to meet you." And on this neat face, a boy with green eyes who can also be a "testament" to excellence in magic talent, has both learning and courtesy, and salutes Trenia as he greets her.

But while I was looking forward to it, I thought, "Things have to be tried."

(You are told that you can pick up and read people's hearts, also said to be purple eyes, blessed people, and witches.

And, again, Mr. Trenia Bubaldia.

My name is Angletham Padrick.

... The books I used to read said that if it came to my mind this way, the purple eyes would draw it away, how about that?)

and had been given a rather long question, along with polite words.

"Yeah, I could just pick it all up, Angletham.

You are a know-it-all, and these sorcery-related people are amazing with green eyes after all. "Inspired, if Trenia said so, Angletham floated a" made smile "and nodded quietly.

If you're a "witch," I've never heard of a "blessed man," especially though my parents said Trenia, and I didn't know it.

(Finally, reading is my hobby, thank you, Trenia)

"Hey, Trenia, I don't know what you might know, but I don't know, so let's put the word in your mouth because it's a corner, Angletham"

(I introduced you, but your buddies are rubbish)

The three laughed at each other if Angletham seemed amused and could see that he was "continuing to speak" to Trenia, and that felt out of company, and Julian was both in words and in his mind.

Then, when a brown boy smiles from his heart, he smiles down the edge of his eyebrows like a troubled one, and he also learns that for the first time.

From then on, the three children who didn't want to stay home too much (Julian was sometimes just afraid of stripping the stepfather that was decorated in the house) often got together when they still couldn't help adults.

In doing so, for whatever reason, children in equally free positions were often caught up in fights.

A threesome of beautiful brown boys, scarf-wrapped boys and purple eyed girls are targeted by the same generation of children in the countryside, even though they have done nothing in particular.

Besides, they are between children, so they have a really naive way of getting a fight sold, and Trenia in particular was also a pretty "quick handed" girl if she was sold a fight.

Because Julian and Angletham didn't think they had a choice because if the selling side said one way or the other, they would just say things that would make them go toward Trenia.

However, even if I had no choice, as far as I could, two boys were "knocking out" the guy to blow the fight on Trenia first.

Because if you don't, the strongest of the three, the person you made fun of will beat you up.

In addition, Trenia, Julian, and Anglecomb are all basically proficient and active, so there's no first thing to lose in a child fight.

Every time, however, it becomes more painful after the end, especially for Trenia.

Even if the other parent who has sold the fight visits my child to apologize and says, "It is not preferable for the parent that the girl is too active".

I was better heard coming to apologize for leaving the apology and blaming such a real daughter.

If the other party is also true, I could have made Trenia apologize for what she did to her child, but she would be confused by the postponement.

Before I came to apologize, if I can't even successfully deny the words of Trenian parents, the child is a child, so I try to reason conveniently as a "boy" - to soothe Trenian parents.

So, with the parents who came to apologize and the children on the Bubaldia family's ill-defined reasoning that Trenia was bad, it was the end of a "secondary disaster" that I could rub when I got home.

It was Angletham who solved the problem of a girl with purple eyes who was about to be treated like an affair with her real parents.

"In this village, let's decide on the Kid Admiral.

I said that abruptly when the three of us played as an example (relaxed in one way or another) and got tangled up in a group of children in the village.

When you're distracted around you,

"Oh, me too, Sansai!"

And then Julian raised his hand and endorsed it.

I didn't say anything about it, but I made a "flow" out of Angletham and Julian.

The child who knew that this was "never going to happen to Trenia one-on-one" leaked discontent, but the other child in favor of it, a few, came out.

It went to Trenia's house to apologize, the children of the house who did not have a "secondary disaster," and since their parents got home, they had heard stories that were not vocal but denied the idea of Mr. and Mrs. Bubaldia.

I still find it odd that a girl who has wronged herself is being blamed by her real parents for a reason she doesn't know very well as a child.

Children are fighting with each other in reason, and there is a simple "promise" that is unique to them.

There, the story of Trenian parents - what they've been saying for a long time, "Don't let the woman squirm," doesn't apply.

Some boys were actually doing it simply because they wanted to have a fight with a strong child or give a little bit to a girl who seemed strong and "a little cute".

The girl whose family tells her not to say "I can hear people's hearts, I can read them" doesn't know anything except her best friends, and I don't know what "little hearts" are heard in that ability (from me).

I was wondering if you could talk to me.

With that in mind, in his mouth, "Weird eye color!" but "Monster woman!" But the words irritate me, and Trenia gets her hands really fast.

In the process, it would be a fight, but there was something awesome about a "dangerous place" in some applause, a conscience blame for "doing something wrong" while the other person was a child, even if it caused a slight injury near the girl's face.

If you're the kind of girl who wants to make a little noise, it's better.

Then, after discussing with his parents that he had "injured the girl," he raised a child that he could talk to, and his father-in-law parents made the choice of "going to apologize" for "his own child.

That's how Trenia's parents responded since she went to apologize.

This way, "I'm gonna give you a little fight," I want to continue my child relationship.

But when something happened that I couldn't take responsibility for because I was doing something like that, I was curious - I didn't want to see the "girl I care about" being angry and disgusted when my real parents told me to.

"Well, then, I guess the guy who became a kid general is after noon on the first day of the week, after learning and helping out with the house.

There's a cave near the village forest, right? How about we give each of you directions over there?

So, what the Admiral says, it feels like protecting it unless the grownups piss you off.

Besides, it might be a good idea to report what you've done.

However, the report is hard because it stinks, so you might want to make it easy! "

As Julian added abruptly, a few "willing" to Trenia had a bright voice, in favor and voice, if he had suggested it smoothly, albeit with long words.

"I can't study, but the boy who turns his head and his mind" perceives the hearts and minds of the village familiars who give a "little" to the girl's best friend when they do.

But Julian, who has put "be gentle with women" in her life's policies, first made Trenia's feelings a top priority until now.

And speaking of its best friends, other than spending time with little babies and toddlers, it's good to spend time with a brown reader and myself who's kizzy but actually out-of-the-box -.

They ask me clearly what I'm saying when we get along.

"Angletham and Julian have to rely on adults for some reason, but they're basically independent, which is good."

The last time she said that, Julian couldn't help but feel what was manifesting her complex feelings as a Trenian child: "I want to be independent of my parents quickly".

"Oh, it's good to collect and give instructions at the beginning of the week.

At least between children who follow "Admiral Kid" -- all boys, I'm sure, but you can take discipline, "when it comes to readers and solid brown boys, one way or the other,

"If even children create discipline, can they use it efficiently?"

And, showing off the Tang Chang tree that Julian didn't notice anything he guessed, he had spoken out in favor of the handover of his proposal.

- So, what Admiral Kiddo says is that all the boys in the village who are going to lose here now are going to obey, right?

"With the joints of his fingers buckled, Trenia smiled and showed them to his opponents, who became" enemies ". That includes two best friends.

"Become!?"

"Me and Julian too?!"

All I can say to my two best friends is that they hate each other very much, and Trenia was told last night that her parents didn't want her to have a "fight" too strong.

- In the meantime, don't be a "kid general" even though you're a girl, it's embarrassing.

He really said it like "shame," and on the arrow tip I was trying to be careful, he was obviously trying to set himself on "Kid Admiral," because it was a flow - "abandon (quit)."

It's hard for a girl to understand how her best friend Julian feels about the guys who always sell fights "wanting to talk to Trenia so I can give them a little" like he has "shoulders" over there in a tender way.

Then you should talk to me normally!

With or without necessity, Trenia thinks that if you want to talk, you can hang out with her unless you're in a hurry.

Anglecomb is Anglecomb, and the tangy woody feel goes through Trenia, so I'm not going to say anything like this.

But the word "Kid Admiral" brilliantly touched the part for Trenia that she didn't want me to touch, so there's something close to "eight hits".

"It's not the kid general, it's the leader, it's the way you put it together!"

Later, if you talked to me even a word in advance, I feel good about it.

However, it is unfortunate to say to him that Anglecomb was "lacking in consideration" because he suddenly had something to say because of the "flashing" condition.

If you've finished ringing all your finger joints, Trenia will start by looking at two of her best friends and sharply shining her purple eyes.

"... sounds like you should be ready."

"... I've decided that when I die, I'll let the woman I like take it from me.

Otherwise, it would be nice to die alone dressed up in solitude at a glance. "

Angletham twitched his usual reading book on his jacket and threw it at the base of a tree planted on the side of the road, and Julian was turning his wrist and ankle.

"Oh, my God."

That said, Trenia jumped in between two of her best friends.

Sometimes a fight between three versus an adult becomes like a two-to-one duel against Russia.

And the "large number" of children who have seen it keep their mouths wide open and their eyes rounded.

Quick Anglecomb fists and kicks are either avoided on the brink or flushed to the point of plunder, attracting enough tricky attacks, like Julian's surprise, before the girl shudders beautifully.

Trenia avoided both attacks at the same time, without skill, and also fought back in the beginning.

Whether it's Anglecomb or Julian, Trenia doesn't hesitate to read that because she takes information from her sight and thinks of the part of her head that she still "aims for" when attacking.

Even if we were able to preface the action, the attack launched by two of our best friends approached Trenia for less than three seconds, so we were dealing with Angletham and Julian by reading the attack information of our best friends, combining it, and avoiding it and thinking about counter-attack and acting.

This can be done because "people can pick up and read their thoughts" is a big premise, but the girl also had the physical ability to keep up with it.

Of course, two of my best friends don't want to get Trenia's sharp, decisive fists, so I'll defend them, and if I can beat them, I'll fight back.

And since it would be a good story if one of the three of them were to be a "kid general," I noticed that and sometimes it was like a "triplet" lightly, but that still gives me a "Trenia" advantage.

So once again, I went back to a two-on-one flow fight.

Such a series of flows isn't for much longer, but the children on the side, who were always selling fights in large numbers, view them in such a way that they can be attracted.

Until now, we have been stunned by the strength of the three children we have dealt with.

Especially to the agility of the movement of a girl with purple eyes who wanted to get involved even when she put out a "little", and in a different way, was beginning to draw interest.

Even by chance, I have been able to hurt her because there are too many people, even if I can pick up and read my thoughts on the boulder, there are too many to do anything on the contrary.

Others, both the side that sold the fight and Trenia, were unexpected - accidental events such as slipping at each other's feet and it accidentally hit the girl's face, because of the incident in the fight.

(Well, then it's about time -)

♪ If I can, I want to wrap it up and finish ♪

When she thought about it, Trenia avoided the protruding Angletham fist and grabbed that wrist with disappointment.

"Ah?!"

With the voice, the beautiful green eyes, which had been sharp, became large and round. Immediately in Trenia's head, I hear Angletham's heart saying, "Shit, I can throw it!"

Raising the edge of her mouth only slightly, Trenia, in order to respond to her best friend's predictions, either a girl or a girl, bows her tall body low, pulls her arm with her grasp, and enters that body of Angletham, who took off her jacket.

He then used his body waking recoil as it was to jump up the anglecam with his arm grabbed in such a way as to put it on his back, and threw it.

Angletham, who gained momentum with centrifugal force, headed towards Julian, who was a little distance away, to reach "Reach" enough.

"... and abuzz?!... Yikes!"

Before avoiding the "Threwn Anglecomb Heel Drop" brilliantly beside him, in front of him, he put on a slightly unusual buttcake for his best friend with an overly tidy face, and gave him a smoke.

At the same time, Julian gets a shock on his chest with a "dong" sounding sound.

He was pressing his chest with the hand at the tip of that arm, which Trenia had stretched straight out, not his fist, but his palm.

Using the momentum that threw Anglecomb aside as it was, I anticipated the direction to avoid the "heel drop" and predicted that there would be Julian in the place, Trenia's intrusion.

In the form of a delay of a few seconds to Angletham, Julian was sprayed and followed with the same smoke up his ass cake, which determined the winner of the duel to decide "Admiral Kid".

- So, does anybody still want to fight me?

If Trenia "once" turned purple eyes on the rest of the children, with messy hair and dirty faces with sand and dust, the kid general shakes his face left and right simultaneously and decides without delay.

And make the move with everyone who was on the spot in the cave, Julian said.

So the first decision of the Kid Admiral Trenia Bubaldia was to "keep the identity of the Kid Admiral a secret" and "If someone stronger or as strong as Trenia Bubaldia shows up, I'll replace him immediately".

The first one had a horn, and the second one, "Someone stronger than Trenia, as much as he appears," the boys, including their best friends at the same time, said in their hearts, "That won't be possible," and the words floated, and the girl fisted her hands, shook up, and sounded "uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh" into the cave.

Then according to the method suggested by the "Kid Admirals" best friends, the children of the rural villages came together at the beginning of the week to make various arrangements and collaborate.

It was really a good thing that the children lost sight of each other and the fight, but the Trenian parent-child relationship didn't improve that much.

With no more fights, fewer people visit the Pitali and Bubaldia families.

It also led, in a way, to more time for Trenia and her parents to "face each other".

I wish there was something to talk about, but no matter how hard my daughter worked to provide a bright story, eventually my parents would divulge their displeasure that Trenia would want some girls dear to me.

"This is because on the day I found out I was a" kid general "in this village, you really didn't know what to say -" It was decided to gather in a cave, on a weekday, "kid general" leaked that to two of his best friends.

Although the tone was mild and casual, I find that my best friends have depth.

Angletham and Julian exchanged their gazes quietly before opening their mouths to the brown boy.

"... If Trenia doesn't like Kid Admiral, should I or Julian replace her?.

Not as good as you, but I don't think there's anything you can do about it. "

Next to that suggestion, he nods so powerfully that his jaw arrives at the scarf silently as Julian agrees.

"... thanks, but I guess it's still okay. If it gets tight, I'll say it right."

"Really, say it right, Trenia."

Julian, who turns her mind and head, notices that Trenia cares about something and is in a state where she "can't get off the seat of General Kid" even if she wants to.

However, it is not clear at this time whether something is specifically "something".

And even a well-researched Julian, the reason Trenia can't "get off the kid general" holds is complicated and huge.

Recently, the items described in the national teachings, which were again codified and started to be encouraged in the country, were distributed by the Wang capital to churches throughout the country.

I was wondering how to put into words and describe the anecdote of the newly added goddess, confused by the growing number of children in villages overlapping Trenia.

The gathering of the children of this village, with Trenia as "general", decided not to reject age and gender if they wanted to enter, so boys and others with young brothers were brought.

Most of these "needy" children were brought in by boys who were forced by their parents to take care of them every day when "the village church was unable to keep them due to events".

If Trenia crouched down and smiled at her young cuties with her gaze high, she would say, "Goddess," in her heart and in her mouth.

- The appearance of the "goddess of the earth" in the classics is not specified in a clear text.

However, the description of "red eyes" in "red hair" and "red eyes" in the part of the story is a little bit.

That's about it, Trenia knows, and the reader Angletham told me that there are many descriptions of it.

From purple eyes, it never matches Trenia, but it's superimposed on why.

Especially when young children say "megamisa" and the words from their little tongueless mouths are also adorable, but at first they didn't know what it meant.

However, if I had often picked up and read the story in my own voice, I would have said, "Come on, I came from the church, I thought it was similar to the kid."

Some small children's values would be the same if the colors and shapes were roughly the same.

However, Trenia and the "goddess of the earth" were precisely of the same gender, and how they were said to be alike was only puzzling to a girl who was still a child.

But I'm not going to do anything about it, especially since it's not harmful to my life, and the "kids" who lay their goddesses on Trenia just think of it in their hearts and don't say it out loud.

However, by this time, I was able to participate in a role in a village that could be considered a vocation for Trenia, who loves babies, namely "helping to protect children in church".

I feel terrified that the place is only with the Church and I really often "deal" with the goddess of the earth.

There should be no problem, but I still don't feel like I should. There is still a lack of vocabulary in Trenia to explain such a mind.

"I don't know if it's going to ease the burden on Trenia, but if you want to see Admiral Kid, do you think it's possible to fight me or Julian and win before you try?"

When Trenia is thinking about explaining it, she worries a little bit about Anglecam and speaks to me.

However, that was something I had to think about eventually.

It seems that there are slightly older "children" more recently than the generation of Trenians who are surprised at the young children who have become somewhat more wrapped up.

Angletham had received such "reports" from several of the boys who were only children on the shape.

It seems to be in Julian's ear, and it is certain.

However, the general "brother and sister" said, "When we were little, we did something similar." When my younger brothers told me that there was a "secret kid general," I didn't laugh. I was already focused on helping the adults and learning what I wanted to do in the future.

Angletham's belly brother also showed what he had in his ear, but he seemed busy walking with his father and learning to work.

It seems that some of them have not been able to become "brothers" yet, and there is talk of sending a "little" to "secret kid general".

Fortunately, it's a policy from the state, the year of birth, and the age at which you can attend school buildings and learning is set.

All ages are mixed up until about the time when it will soon be possible to attend school buildings such as Trenia, Angletham and Julian.

Therefore, if the age was different above, without a sibling, the relationship with the generation of children outside their own age becomes rare.

Because of this, "the identity of the secret Kid Admiral" has not even leaked out of the mouth of the children.

If Trenia, Angletham, and Julian have also moved on to one calendar, it will be the future choices given to the children of this village to start working so that they can either go to the school building or follow their parents' profession.

This time, they're trying to be "little" because they're not "good brothers" to go to school or take over the traces of their parents.

However, this is also a "sight to see" every year, and the children are mostly from their parents. "- of the house, - don't come near because they can't study well now and they're in a bad mood." Adults in the house blatantly told me not to get involved from the beginning.

It's just that my brothers, whose "children" have reported, apparently are in such a condition that they come from the other side, even if the Kid Admiral doesn't try to get involved.

Trenia taught the little "child" to talk to his older companion as soon as something happened.

- I wish that kind of thing cleaned up "at the top" before I found out...

Trenia mentioned such stupidity as she slammed into the cave on the desk that Julian carried in.

- Normally, when that happens, the "prince" comes to help the princess, hey.

Angletham, who has recently been entrusted by her parents to read to her brother and sister, said so casually, not with the intention of relaxing and comforting her, remembering the story of being beaten up by her sister.

- But before I do, I'll take out two "Protect the Princess" escorts, and at the end of the day, I'll say, "Come on, fight me and be a Kid Admiral!" There's a princess and a duel waiting, but there's no prince to fight?

If Julian had stuck it that way, Trenia would have stayed stuck and laughed out loud.

It was something that seemed heartily pleasant, but it seeped a little loneliness.

- Such a convenient prince, there's no way you're going to come to a "witch who picks up her twisted heart and reads it on her own" like me.

The girl, who was called "witch" by her parents last night as if she were worried again, if she said so sadly just a little bit, was on her own, getting up from her rammed desk and narrowing her purple eyes with a gentle smile.

- That's right. Hey, I can't allow a guy weaker than my best friend's girl to be that partner, either.

Angletham, if that's what he said quietly, thanks, and Trenia laughed small again.

Julian couldn't come up with a shiny complaint at this time and remained silent.

Not a girl to be in love with, but attractive enough, in fact, Trenia is served a lot if "little" by the boy.

So if you don't restrain yourself to strength, if you're at some age, I think the person running for her partner is guaranteed.

But as my best friend, I want someone strong enough to protect her to be my partner...

Somebody, someone who loves Trenia more than anyone, someone strong, I wonder if you could show up.

A few days after Julian had thought of such a thing, it spread throughout the village that the prince came from the king's capital to the noble house where he lived outside the village, "the last son of the king of this country".

Julian is ordered to escort the prince when he is quietly and strictly "at his first job" to the hunter's father-in-law.

The hunter couldn't help but notice the target, and being able to erase the signs was a condition as a good sniper.

From the beginning, however, it was difficult, so Julian's stepfather also instructed his righteous son, who had picked it up, to train him to "become familiar with the place" and "blend into the place".

When the signs are rotten to extinguish perfectly, there is a rush to rise there and vice versa.

Then there are no ex-children, so first of all, "it is normal for me to be on my side." - If it is normal, it is necessary to become familiar and blend in to make me think of myself as a target, my lonely stepfather told my righteous son, who is so humane that he doesn't even resemble me.

- Your stepfather is an excellent hunter, because it's perfect to erase the signs.

- Oh, yeah. But nobody notices me as a hunter, "To the real me."

My oligarchy father-in-law was actually very sweet at Kiza.

- But without even noticing my presence, I'm going to be shot through the heart with an arrow and say goodbye to this world with a slight pain. My righteous son Julian knew better than anyone in this world that he was "cruel".

Truth be told, it was also this stepfather who made friends with Trenia and Angletham.

- In this country village, it's a miracle to be here.

That's what my father-in-law told my son that he didn't want to stay home because he was afraid of peeling, and he was imposing that as an assignment he could do outside outside outside outside of sniping practice.

And it was brilliant, and my stepfather was asked to escort the "Gloriosa Sunflower" in secret, so as to precede him in the arrowhead, which also tried to make the newly arrived "Prince" a challenge.

It was a young knight who belonged to the National Army named Gradol McGaffin, capable of carrying a great sword on his waist, with brown skin that burned well in the day, so much so that he thought it might be the edge of the Padrick family, who was delivering a section of the village's farmhouse.

At that time, Julian was absent because he was in an example cave with Trenia and Angletham.

- Well, is that "son" that woman raised coming here?

A hunter who doesn't give a lot of emotion puts on a "nostalgic" look and reads a secret book.

- How many minutes, Master Gloriosa is in a state of great distress to her heart due to a sudden breakup with Master Uehi, thank you very much.

He said that he was from Wang Du, but after bowing his head with a whisper inside, the youth took out the leather bag containing the gold coin that had been requested and gave it to the hunter.

- Yeah, I'd be happy to ask if I could get enough money.

Even my righteous son would be just fine with his friends.

If he heard the hunter's reply, "Friend," as he received a bag of gold coins, the Great Sword youth laughed, peeking at the sturdy white teeth from his brown skin.

- What friends can do is good. Wow. As young as he may seem, the hunter asks a slightly more intriguing and boiling question to a young man named Gradol who listens to his mouth worse than his age.

- Lord McGaffin, your brown skin is delivering around here, it looks just like it belongs to the Padrick family of farmers, but is that why you're an edger?

In the hunter's sharp eyes, Gradol shook his successful head left and right without any fright.

- No, it's not. My parents are south of this country, and my parents are farmers, but my older brother should be succeeding me.

Then he laughs as he strokes the big sword he's carrying on his hips.

- There was only strength, so when I went down the "over here" road to Wangdu, I fell in love with a certain noble beauty. I'm on my way down the street to welcome him.

With that said, the king's capital turns his eyes like the dark earth in a certain direction.

- So, I'm taking on a somewhat laborious job or anything to make the "top" person remember their name.

It is said that the king's trust and affection, of the lady who controls the side chamber, cannot be put on the table.

I couldn't refuse the favor of someone who would be Gradol's "lover" or his stepmother.

- You mean she's beautiful, and she fell in love with someone of high stature? So, the beauty is in the king's capital, waiting for your return.

- But if I were to say that, what is the relationship between Lord Uemura and Lord Hunter?

The noble lady only cared about "Gloriosa, the righteous son," and the big brown man was asked for details about the person doing the favor.

Even though the brown young man was small, he noticed that he was worried about "wild things," and the hunter leaked his breath small out of his nose and laughed.

- What, it's no big deal. Me - Me and that woman's relationship is like "a bouncing grandmother's sister and an oligarchy, shitty brother". There's nothing you should worry about.

To an answer that was in a way too unexpected, it seemed to me that Gradol would round the eyes of the dark earth once now, but I was heartily relieved if I found it to be "such a relationship".

- Was that right, the eagle has made an extra evil push, and I apologize to the Upper Hall, to the Hunter Hall and, in a way, to His Majesty Crossandra.

With a big brown hand he accidentally suppresses his mouth, while Gradol looks sorry, saying words of apology.

However, I think that asking my brother to do something like that is still a matter of trust, so the big man lifted the edge of his mouth off his hand and smiled gently.

Turns out, it's been a long time since a good hunter had a soft grin, too.

- Well, you're not much of a sister-in-law, I don't have a choice. However, if my sister raised a righteous son, I would have known for sure, but according to Lord McGaffin's report, I can see that he's very hurt by the detachment.

- Lord Uemura is a tough man, but also a really deep affectionate man. Prince Gloriosa resembles a person whose hair and eyes are the color of his body immediately after childbirth, but we hear that his character, atmosphere and qualities are the gift of His Majesty Crossandra.

One of Gloriosa's many "sisters", she tells the hunter exactly what her lover, the beauty, has to say. That included the feelings of my sister Jordan Sunflower, who doesn't have much opportunity to deal with me, but worries about her youngest brother, who lived in the same royal palace. - If you intend to take care of His Majesty at an early age, and you have been sparingly cut off from the love poured out, and you have been pulled away from it, it is not unlike that prince that it was a lie that was deeply loved, but you must be a suspect, too. - So much so that you're a prince who looks like Crossandra, but you let it go well. Once, with patience, falling in love with a prince who came with only a boy characterized by habitual hairs and octagonal teeth on the escort, the hunter's sister went after him to the king's capital, not to worry about the "cause to Selisanceum" they held.

Though mildly surprised by the hunter's renunciation of His Majesty the King's name, I recall a lady named Uemura saying her lover had said that it was only after her adulthood that she had become a sideroom, but that "dating" was a long time.

Then Gradol comes to think that by the time we were "inspired" by a long relationship, it would not be strange for hunters and kings of this country to spend the kind of time they would call each other by name at an early age.

And I let go of my raised son, who looked exactly like him when we met, I don't know what the currents were.

- Isn't it true that Lord Uemura only loves "Crossandra Sunflower"?

If a child, unlimited in resemblance, who divided the blood of his loved one, really loved him, but was told which one to take, it was obvious to a woman named Uemura to choose.

- By analogy, only people who have sincerely fallen in love with you choose to look just like you. Oh, my God, she seems like a sister. However, I don't think my sister, who deals with my stepson, has ever had any affection.

Although - Lord Uehiro will be able to play the role of "mother," but he will never be a mother, said my lover.

- To dedicate everything you have to Crossandra Sunflower?

If the hunter said quietly, Gradol nodded.

- "It is my (my) duty to ensure that the kings of the Kingdom of Celisanceum are not ashamed to name it," he said, working hard to re-tighten the discipline of the rear palace, which was in a relaxed mood, immediately after the prince left.

- Hung, that would just be "running away to work to forget the loneliness".

When the hunter laughed with his nose, the man who brought the secret book of the uppermost laughed bitterly.

As a "brother," I remember "sister" by virtue of her personality, even if she was nearly 40 years away.

At first I just heard the name "Celisanceum," a man who was tearful but noble in remorse for his past "causes," but if it had been in a prince overflowing with charisma that blew them, he would have been attracted at once.

If there was someone really important, my sister wouldn't mind losing something else important. Even if that's the prince of the country who took the land of his hometown and deprived his parents of their lives.

- So I'm leaving now that my role here is over.

I'm going to go back to Wang Du and do another job. That's what the big brown man said so as to separate the story.

- You seem happy to be back, is your lover waiting to cook even hand-cooked?.

To the word cooking, Gradol shook his neck left and right, making the bitter laughter he had floated earlier an impression on those in need.

- Unfortunately, you can't expect to cook, but we'll work together after this when we get back to King's Capital. That said, the eagle is primarily an escort.

- As an escort, is your lover noble?.

- Yes, he was noble, but he also belonged to the army because he wanted to be on the side of the eagle.

That said, I grip the pattern of the great sword on my hips with a good grip.

Earlier I said that Gradol McGaffin was more in love, but the truth is, the other way around - the hunter plugged into the old man thought in his heart that maybe that noble daughter was more right about falling in love with this big brown man's good youth.

- Honestly, for her sake, I don't think this life is worth a damn.

- Hehe, the lady is a happy man.

I thought "teasing" would help, but the big brown man has a deep wrinkle between the eyebrows of his successful face.

- What do you think of the direction "west"? I'm going to be escorting him and going with him.

- In a country called Selisanseum, it has something like a "contraindication" in the "west" direction.

He nodded deeply as the hunter "shot through" the worry of the big brown man.

- That person is happy to be able to travel with me.

- If you don't like it, it won't hurt to say no. Not so much, I don't run down the "Born Street," but you'll be able to run down that road long enough and welcome your loved ones.

I "encouraged" a good young man named Gradol by becoming rare and hyperbolic for an oligarchy hunter.

- I've already been ordered by the Chancellor to say, "If you don't mind, you can say no."

- So, it's a difficult job?.

Besides, Gradol shakes his successful head to the left and right.

- No, it seems to be just a job to go get a certain "one book," that the Vinegar family, which governs the territory that is the westernmost end of the country, is held.

Contraindicated - I can't wipe my anxiety off taking my lover in the direction of the traveler who saved the world "disappeared" at the end.

Speaking of things that bothered me, I used to make jokes and behave badly on a daily basis, but it was that I had a job assigned to me, such as having my wisdom within me, where the Prime Minister of the scumbag hairy had a "no choice".

It was also Chancellor Charlock Trifolium who first "bought" me a rural farmhouse grador, and if there was "intent" on this order, a good young man in law wanted to draw on it.

And there are things like "subordination" where you want to show him your mind so much that you can read the meaning that is put in it. But more than that, the feeling that's beyond...

- Just in case, I don't want "Jordan" to be unhappy.

- So stopping you from traveling with him leads to preventing the misfortune of your lover?. Excuse me, but let me take a dose of tobacco.

After saying no, the hunter removes the pipe's cigarette from the fur jacket he is wearing and stuffs the leaves onto the fireplate with a familiar hand.

- Excuse me. Can you finally call the Spirit of Fire?

- Oh, go ahead.

If Gradol gave him a successful brown finger, on his fingertips where there was nothing, as soon as he thought red had floated, the lizard of fire flew into the shape of a hunter's pipe, and if he lit a fire, it went out immediately.

The hunter smokes a cigarette to the effect that he "breaks out" to the young man he likes a lot.

- This way, it's also easy to summon fire spirits that can only connect to the strong, what bothers you. The misfortune and the powder of fire that will come down, you can blow it with your power.

- If misfortune or firepowder can be managed with the power of the eagle, I'm going to do something about it.

Those who are proud to have considerable strength in this country put their arms together and think with their eyes closed tightly.

That's how I remember the events that inspired me to come to this place.

He was summoned to a place in Uemura after the match in front of his son, the last of the king.

The place was a national arena, and as the lady was told by the call, she stood in a good position in the gallery where only royalty could sit.

Ahead of her gaze, the king, inspired by her last son's martial arts, was playing a mock match in his prime minister's opponent to draw that heat.

And to the fierceness of the battle, honestly, Gradol cools his liver.

In advance, even though many times the junction is applied to the arena, it is destroyed from the inside out, one after the other, with magic and moves that bump into each other with kings and prime ministers.

There was one Uemura sitting at the tournament, watching the battle - with his drunken eyes watching King Klossandra battling his prime minister.

Really, I'm in love with the king of this country, but those aspects are passed on even in negligent Gradol besides my lover, it was a hot look.

When the last bond is broken, the king and the prime minister stop fighting and raise their hands toward the upper chamber, which is on the spectator's table. The most familiar side chamber picked a luxurious dress hem on it and lowered its head, responding with a good-quality smile.

- Gradol McGaffin, I have an urgent wish. Please leave it to me.

I said to the hunter, as I had begged him to do, but some of the fruits were repressed by the temper of the superior.

The lady took out the secret book, which she had already finished writing without changing her expression in any way, and gave it to the place of the land and to whoever would make the hunter a business, along with a bag containing gold coins.

If Gradol received and replied, Uehiro, as if she were a girl, went down the spectator's seat, passed several fences of the arena, and reached the king, he wholeheartedly honored the martial arts of that mock match.

Next to it, Trifolium, the Chancellor, looks at the king and the side chamber - staring sharply at Gradol for a moment.

Again, I felt cold from the inside of my body.

What if the "unhappy firepowder" that comes down to Gradol and Jordan was like these people?

With the power of Grad McGaffin, I couldn't have the confidence to protect my beloved at all at this time.

I also wondered how the hunter would answer that feeling, if he had put it in his mouth, but I left it here without strenght.

- It's just that you know she's sincerely looking forward to her "journey" with the eagle who's coming back to King's Capital.

Impossible, it's supposed to be the future of "misfortune and fire powder," but I want to avoid just involving some kind of tragic beloved in the place where we're going to head.

But if you stopped traveling with her for no certainty reasons, then it was visible that you would get hurt.

- You should just move on.

The old hunter said so in short words.

- If your lover is looking forward to spending so much time with Grad McGaffin, he won't even betray it first.

Besides, he opened his mouth wide and spit out a series of rounded smokes beautifully.

- When something happens, you put your life at stake, and you just have to protect your lover.

- That kind of thing? For example, even too big a fire powder of unhappiness can protect your lover from it if you are even confident?.

No, this is where I have to brace my stomach that I can protect anything.

The hunter noticed a change in the face of the good young man and inhaled the cigarette to that effect again.

- Oh, that's what it is. Travelers, too, are traveling normally, and on their way west, maybe they're just dying.

- That's right. Let me try to spread my hand wide open with the pipe in my hand and raise it, with a trick that looks somewhat daunting, and if the hunter said so, Gradol laughed furiously for the first time in a long time too.

At that time, "Father-in-law, I'm home," the child's voice echoes at the entrance to the hunter's house, Marutai Cabin.

(It's tidal time) I feel like the time I spent talking to this hunter was due to him for not being able to sort things out within me.

- Okay, excuse me, and, please.

"For work" wording and brought a secret book, the big brown man wore the hood down on his shoulder.

At the same time, a boy with a red scarf around his neck, just like the hunter, was coming with a cup in the basin, knocking the wall as "con", whether it was a unique courtesy of making a round-tailed cabin with not many doors.

Apparently, as soon as he returned, he sensed that a guest was coming, and he has had the courtesy of entertaining a guest on behalf of his oligarchy father.

- Father-in-law, are you a customer?.

- Oh, a guest, but you're home already. Drop him off, Julian.

- No, I don't mind. Sorry, you brought me corner drinks and cookies.

On top of the basin Julian had held, there were cups and a few cookies with chilled tea for his father-in-law and guest. The cookies appear to be freshly baked, with a slightly aromatic sweet aroma.

It's just that Hate and Gradol don't like sweet things taste and smell, and if you just sip cold tea with one breath of "thank you" while you're sorry,

- I don't mind, then excuse me.

I left the room where I was secretly talking to the hunter, lightly.

- I don't want to, Trenia's cookies are delicious, but I can do it.

With that said, Julian throws a freshly baked cookie into his mouth by picking it at his fingertips.

The small crushed nuts in the cookies were given to Trenia by Julian before this.

- Somebody, escort work? Stepfather?.

My righteous son knows that my father-in-law takes advantage of the hunter's traits to escort the requested person - mostly to the highly-identified person who is "coming" with patience.

Moreover, he left now, covering his appearance with a large hood overall, but what was on his hips was that Julian found it to be a bigger sword than he had yet to see.

- An escort, an escort, but a positive job, Julian. Before we talk, give me one of your sweet, adorable "Kid Admiral" cookies.

Even though I've never said anything about Trenia in front of my father-in-law as a kid general, I take cookies, as I was told, with my tongue wrapped around my heart to the acuteness of a hunter I know.

- Yeah, that kid feels good, and if he's good at cooking like this, he'll be happy to grab a man's heart disappointed from his stomach.

Old father-in-law, but if you let him throw up a gentle disturbing dialogue against a woman, what is "medium" is that in this country those who know were about those who have a really old relationship with their righteous son.

- I wish Trenia's parents could say a word to you about things like my stepfather.

Only then can she, I'm sure, be happier than she is now, as my stepfather put it.

- If you told him, it would be good.

- Not me, you can't. Besides, I've already said that every time I get a "treat".

- It's a boulder, "I" son.

If that's what I said, the hunter was throwing another cookie in his mouth.

- Admiral Kiddo will still be able to stretch if he stops detaining his parents, but is it still difficult to think separately there?

- Trenia is sweet, so it's hard.

- It's also difficult to be bound by morality.

Parents and children without blood connections who are engaged in the business of "taking lives" are divided that if the opposite is not the case, they may remain unfit.

I don't ask them for my values that are only unnecessary to them.

My righteous son would never go out with my father-in-law in making his hobby, and my father and son would never make a difference about that.

There is no "which is ethical and right" standard there.

- There's no morality in the world. What we have is the tide that prevailed at that time and the fact that the traders are ostensibly equal, but in other words convenient "laws" for them.

The hunter thinks this is something that can be announced because it is the side where the flesh, blood, and place were taken.

And although I can say that I never think of it as a privilege, I am aware that there are parts of it that I am able to say strongly because of its position as a "victim".

Really, it also means that angry tantrums can be made by people who have taken their lives, who won't even be able to speak out.

- Well, then, Julian, it's "work". It's still a delicacy this time, but now, I wonder how it compares to Trenia or Angletham.

That's what my father-in-law told me, that I came from the King's Capital, the prince and I first tried to be friends, and Julian was on Gloriosa Sunflower's side while weighing the "distance not to dislike for the other two best friends" just like the other two.

I can tell from his attitude that the prince is obstinate, including what he hears from his stepfather.

Besides that - this is what my father-in-law had taught me too, but as I heard he won the match in front of the King's play without even being older, his arm seemed strong as he was his age.

(If it's a fight, I won't win)

With that in mind, I didn't even feel like my best friend's girl wanted to replace "Kid Admiral" when she met a prince named Gloriosa.

But what caused me to come to this place - for Gloriosa, if the cause of being pulled away from someone who couldn't replace her parents was such a "battle," it cautioned me to apply for something like a "match" to get him to take on Admiral Kid.

Gloriosa assumes that one end of the cause of being driven here is because she has fought.

If I hadn't chosen to fight, I would have been at the side of someone who admired me like a mother, even if the blood wasn't connected.

I can even feel the verse assuming so.

(That said, I guess it was a "fighting situation".

He's my real father, and if the king of this country says "fight" in a match, I'll have to fight him if I'm normal)

With his hands behind his head, Julian escorts a black-haired prince to the black eye chased where he is, with an exquisitely "appropriate" distance, with a calm expression that only gives the impression of being "harmless".

(From what I've heard about your father-in-law, I feel that Gloriosa was sent to "this place", even though it was decided from the beginning.)

Not good at studying, but with a head that turns around often, Julian thinks while also practicing measuring good "intermissions" with escort subjects on sight.

(Well, I think "your match" was just an opportunity to decide when to move it here.)

And as far as my father-in-law was concerned, a boy named Gloriosa Sunflower was supposed to be a probable kind prince.

He was good at remembering people's names, and he almost remembered the names of the royal palace servants close to him and admired them.

If I made it Julian, when I was asked about such episodes of the obstinate but strong prince, I wondered if I would stop him from becoming a kid general on behalf of my best friend's girl.

(I'm sure it wasn't for me that I fought, but for the king to praise the man who raised me)

I wish he had replaced the "Kid Admiral" who hates his best friend's girl.

But there's a fight in him to make him admit he's going to be a "kid general" - and that could be something close to the game.

It's like that "game," and even though it's close to digging back Gloriosa's unpleasant memories that are hurting her heart, why don't you have a fight? And it's too insensitive to ask.

Within wondering what the matter is, the time of a few days passes in an instant.

And even if Julian remembers later, he "hemmed" enough to embarrass himself.

As a hunter - even if I shoot for it, my father-in-law told me to "at least gently and with one blow to stop the opponent from suffering" as something that I would do for a living by taking his life.

The most important thing to be aware of is that no matter what happens, you should not inflict (nab) damage on the target.

- It's the worst quality I didn't mean, be careful.

Sometimes you have to be aware of this because it can hurt someone badly, but there are more horrible things to do, my stepfather says.

- The kind of pain you inflict on your opponent will one day return in a way you don't even think about, more than double the pain rarely.

From the hat I always wear in the depths of my eyes, I remembered very well that my stepfather's eyes, which turned to calm eyes, were darker than calm.

(Thoughts, I hurt the worst part, and halfway through)

It's just that at that time, if I did Julian, I'd hurt the boy who decided to be my "friend" more than I could have kept what my stepfather told me.

The lack of consideration for myself makes me feel sorry and embarrassed.

- So even if my father-in-law remembered the words "pain returns to me" until his death, the clean man did not put it in his life and only flee the sins and punishments he committed.

Even if you shot your beloved lover with your own hands, you didn't do it until you were dead, connecting your failures with your own cause and effect.

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

Simply at first, I set myself up with the intention of being in a position to help my best friend's girl with a handy kid general to help with the babysitting I recently started.

In fact, Trenia looked like she was learning from me as a young man, even though the boy was guzzled and there was nothing wrong with her.

Maybe because "it's working," I'm also late to notice.

I might have been arrogant to myself for not making that kind of mistake too much.

Fortunately, Trenia was able to bring the child back.

And it was too late to realize that Gloriosa was angry that she had used it to "move children who had not been able to leave their parents".

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

The boy who speaks of that, behind his angry, burning black eyes, his eyes moist and tearful.

And he was making vertical wrinkles between his eyebrows with a brisk thick brow that didn't suit the child's soft forehead.

But to Julian one way or another, that seemed close to the crying child distorting his expression.

- 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?

He was grappled with the collar along with his stepfather and an aligned red scarf.

Now I know it's useless to say anything.

So at least think hard about what to do to keep the boy who wants to be friends any more from getting hurt. At the very least, I thought I'd be blind.

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

But sincere words have instead hurt Gloriosa.

(Oh, no, now "kindness" is the other way around, it just hurts this boy)

In a hurry, next to Gloriosa's heart trying to heal her anger, she finds herself being tormented, in her own words, by the heart of her prey.

- Shut up!.

- Wow, hey, calm down!.

He sifted his fist while his thoughts didn't get caught up.

- I don't know!

I have a voice for pain, but I don't think I have a choice.

Feeling the pain, at the edge of his sight, he saw Trenia running out with a boy in her arms speeding up.

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

But I also know that here I am - "If Julian stomps on me," and when Trenia returns, I can be connected to the flow of giving way to Admiral Kid.

("Havoc turns to bliss", "Havoc and bliss are like bruised ropes.")

I don't know how my father-in-law has it, remembering the words in the academic book, - then I'll have to step on it until it leads to "bliss".

I was grabbing my own collar, I couldn't take Gloriosa's hand, and I paid it off with all my strength.

Just a little, surprised by Julian, who became "belligerent," he opened his black eyes wide and rocked his long hair.

- Melee, I'm not the right guy.

That said, although I have never learned a lot of martial arts, I will.

(Target is until Kid General Trenia Bubaldia returns!)

When I tell myself that, I avoid Gloriosa's fists on the brink, which are a little less speedy than Trenia's but seem heavy and powerful. While avoiding his fists, he stains himself again, even if what his stepfather was saying meant differently.

[The most important thing to be aware of is that no matter what happens, you should not inflict (nab) damage on the target]

"Beast" is the craziest thing you've ever done.

If I don't finish with one shot, this way, even if I'm unconscious, I'm on the side of the attack, but I can't seem to do too much, and this one gets hit.

While I was thinking about that, another "one shot" fist flew in and now plunders my cheek.

(Gloriosa is too strong for proper placement)

So, the plunder scratch instantly tightens his face, which until then seemed calm, feeling tingly and painful.

―――

Gloriosa's movements stopped for a moment, and she was always on my side since she came to this place with black eyes, and I immediately detected that the boy's condition had changed.

Pull the shaken fist, slightly but "retreating".

Julian turns his gaze into a glimpse when he sets up the only slingshot his stepfather gave him as a toy while his opponent creates a "gap" for him even in a short amount of time.

(Hey, even my opponent will be alert for once)

And it reminds me of the "about" clap punch from this Mae Trenia.

(Though I can and won't)

- But it also seems silly to crush your chances of buying time!.

Remembering her sharp movements, she dropped her hips and struck in so that they flowed, but avoided.

But if you've tried Julian, that's enough.

"We have to avoid it," said Trenia while Gloriosa's attack was suppressed and she (if she could) wasn't hurt herself - if General Kid would come back, Julian's aim would have been to accomplish it.

(Please, always "avoid" me!)

Though I thought it was too convenient for me, I kept punching in and kicking it one after the other, and Gloriosa avoided it on the spot or by moving it slightly.

but - he grabbed Julian's right wrist, which he punched in with the sound of "bash".

(Shit?!)

I tried to pull it out in a hurry, but there was no movement to the point of viking at each other, and the boys glued.

With sharp eyes, when I looked at the face of the "prince" at close range because he grabbed my arm, I felt no heart or "happy" atmosphere.

And without relaxing, I have an emotion to look at and feel even more.

(Although I am happy to attack - "Enjoying it?".

Probably, but you don't hate fighting, do you?)

- You look so sweet that people seem nice, and you attack like this, "Julian".

The expression also looks incredibly serene compared to the first time you were sifting your fists towards Julian.

But most importantly, Gloriosa visited the place and was surprised that she had been named for the first time in the past few days.

I reply to the prince's, pleasantly delightful, puzzling appearance in this situation, without giving it to his expression.

- Well, aggressive things don't suit you sexually. If I have to, I will.

The longitudinal wrinkle between Gloriosa's eyebrows, which had disappeared, returned to Julian's words "if necessary".

- Does that mean that, in front of me, you were faking the real Julian?.

When I spoke so much, the atmosphere pulled in all at once, like the delightful pleasure I had put out to Russia earlier.

(Yabe, have I lost my mind again?!)

Apparently, on this day, I am turned that way by the goddess of the earth, desperately spinning my head so that I don't do any more hemmy with that in mind.

However, the repaired words also felt like hurting Gloriosa again.

Black eyes, looking straight at Julian, but seeing someone different, asking someone different.

Some cause or cause, the woman who raised Gloriosa, and the man Julian raised were blood relatives, not only were they raised by men, but carried something similar in atmosphere to the parents of the raising.

Unconsciously Gloriosa asks the person who could carry something "similar", without any shapeless smell or colour, difficult to say about the atmosphere, how she felt from the king's capital.

"Was the expression" kindness "shown in front of me all, false, Lord Uemura, …" Grandma ""

The pity behind the anger, I guess, makes Julian honestly mouth his feelings for now.

- Nothing, I wasn't faking it, if I could, the calm thing was, as long as the days went on like this, I was just acting like I could connect to it.

I felt like I was sitting in this prince's heart like an "illness" that could no longer be cured, rather than wounds, if "honesty" was misguided here, even though it was tight for Gloriosa.

Then it may take some time, but time will heal you slowly and reliably, and now it's better to be thoughtful, like a scratch that has been made from a fall.

Sounds gentle, cruel. He seems cruel and endlessly gentle.

If there are things a boy who wants to be friends can't learn unless he falls big and gets very big injuries, if it's not life-threatening, he doesn't even pay attention that he might fall.

But I'm on your side until that injury heals, and if it's hard to get up, I'm on your side.

"Don't feel any pain, okay?" I can't tell you how "really sweet." Because I "know" what pain means and what it does, I want you to learn it if you will.

- I swear to the goddess of the earth, it wasn't fake or anything.

I just wanted to calm down my routine, really.

The words and feelings weaken the power because Gloriosa also has something to understand. I guess I could have stopped the words there, but that's going to lead to something delusional, too, so I'll be more honest with you.

- But when there's something in me that I can't give way to, even if I hurt myself, my loved ones, I... I take "that way".

Gloriosa's mouth gets stronger again with the phrase "there's something I can't give away".

At that time, at the edge of the sight of the two boys, two shadows come running at speeds unbeatable to adults.

One of them was Trenia, who earlier ran away with a child.

The other, although not yet very familiar with Gloriosa, had some kind of village same generation of girls making noise and coming up with names - the second son of a farmer who delivers this strip, Angletham Padrick.

I remember it because I hear the name so well.

So, sure, I hear you're Julian's - best friend - with a scarf around his neck right now in front of you.

- Does that mean that if I hurt Julian's best friend, who's running for you now, I'll take something I can't give away?

- That's right. If you answered without hesitation and without hesitation, now it was really up to Gloriosa to beat Julian.

From face to toe, taste the shock of running through

(I'm sure Gloriosa "knew" because she wasn't stupid.

No, my loved one figured out the words I was going to answer)

But clearly like this, I never heard of it, so I really give up - I couldn't let go of the thinner connection than the spider thread anymore.

Oh, but I have to tell you I'm wrong about one.

I was thinking about that with pain in my nose, and I found out that Trenia was going to give this one a run at once.

Trenia hugs me where I was about to fall backwards, making a "dodgy" sound of the beating up of me.

- Julian!.

Called his name, he stuck his arms on both sides from the rear, and thanks to his support, his head stood on his feet a little clammy but immediately.

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.

I told my best friend that I could read my mind because there was blood in my mouth and I couldn't open it.

Then comes the childhood familiarity I saw right on the side.

He has slightly sympathetically narrowed his green eyes to Julian, who drips his nosebleed, as apparently the chased Angletham taps Trenia's shoulder.

- Please, Angletham.

That being said, Gloriosa was about to leave the scene with her back turned when she handed Julian over to Anglecomb.

- For you, they did a great job. Because it seems clever and clumsy.

With that said, the brown best friend takes out the handkerchief.

Apparently, the resourceful childhood acquaintance had a large anticipation of what Julian had done.

Trenia was trying to walk away, to stop Gloriosa.

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

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

Don't even look back and say that, to the prince who injured his best friend, "Kid Admiral" was on his mind.

But I turn my back, even I seem to hear his complicated mood, a little behind but still chased him.

(I wonder if it will be a good fight.

But Trenia is really sweet, unlike me...)

I'm sure Trenia has something that Julian and Gloriosa interacted with, "the power of purple eyes that pick up and read people's feelings," and it's falling into an avalanche in her mind.

So, to the fight - I was slightly anxious to be able to bring it to a duel to replace the kid general.

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

(Can't you?)

one way or another, the moment Julian felt even more anxious about the calm Trenia's attempted voice to persuade

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

At the same time Gloriosa looked back, "Beech!" sounded good and his wrapped long hair was hitting the face of Admiral Kiddo.

- That's pretty painful. Sometimes when I take care of a horse, so I know.

A beautiful brown boy who supports himself says a small voice but relaxes and "looks like fun".

(treated like a "horse," and something, you're looking for, Angletham)

- I want to!.

And, to Trenia's truly painful voice, Angletham - "Ni" - raised her mouth beautifully.

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

Obviously, the beautiful brown boy said so with a smile.

(Wow, my personality sucks...... huh?!)

Even though he can't be as capable as Trenia (from me), as if he had read Julian's mind, Angletham sticks a handkerchief slice in his shiny best friend's nose with two fingers, blocking both his nostrils and his thoughts.

Perhaps the "root" was honest and perhaps Gloriosa expressed her feelings, not convinced by Anglecam's words, and not meant to be, with a face surprised with her black eyes wide open.

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

Then I put it in words, and I tried to explain it.

- I don't even know "sweet parents"!

That said, Trenia was flying to Gloriosa.

- Hey! "Trenia!" Wait!?.

(Trenia?!)

Julian and Gloriosa were surprised to find resonance with General Kiddo's behavior, which, according to Trenia, seemed "short-circuited".

"Why is Trenia so angry about her hair being bumped?"

Those feelings were held by Gloriosa, who was avoiding Trenia's sharp fists with a single piece of paper, and Julian, whose taste of blood gradually drew from his mouth.

But in the meantime, "kick" rolls out, and from there, Trenia and Gloriosa's offense starts against each other, and they're not where they think.

While Julian was frightened by the duel that suddenly began for me, I was reassured that I had the muscles to take turns with this - I saw my best friend who cared slightly for me.

- Anglecomb, you just said "state".

Obviously, the words contained something that incited Trenia's anger.

- "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 Angletham put it, Trenia and Gloriosa's "duel" is getting intense inside.

(After all, Gloriosa enjoys herself when she's fighting)

It might be a feeling only Julian, who fisted once earlier, could tell while watching the fierce offense.

But the atmosphere is what it is, and if you said that "your mind can read" Trenia is different, then what Julian feels is a big difference.

I just don't even seem to be able to "afford" to be that aware of Trenia right now.

The reassuringly smart boy now realizes that Trenia is in a "sad and angry" state, just like Gloriosa, that she can't do anything [with the power of a child].

- Oh, man, I can't notice my best friend's girl nearby in trouble, like this. Then you can't complain, even if she's abandoned by the goddess of the earth.

I've been worried about Gloriosa all these days, and I pulled out the plug that was pushed into my nose because it looks like my nose stopped bleeding in shame that I hadn't noticed what was bothering my best friend.

- That's about it, you mean Trenia's depression was building up?.

- Even last night, it looks like a lot of things were said to me by my parents.

Raise a few shapely eyebrows of the duel between the Kid General and the Prince and start telling them how you learned about Trenia's "grumpy" as you sharpen and observe her green eyes.

At this time of year, smart beautiful boys with clever hands and small turns are often entrusted with babysitting, although adults are no match for hard work and still to help such farmers.

And the timing of taking on that babysitter is what is held at the beginning and end of the halfway house in many ways: a wellside meeting of the ladies.

However, both my father and mother-in-law were told to work together to make it easier for the women to be around an hour smaller if this is not a busy time for farmers.

- Men in this area don't rap like merchants, so it would suck to hang out with their wives' conversations. Then let him speak when he can. That way, we won't even get dissatisfied with each other.

- If time isn't a busy time, if you do your chores well for about an hour, you can fit in for ten minutes.

It is better to make extra progress after spitting out such objects than to do so with dissatisfaction.

The second son, convinced that what his parents would say was also the best, obeyed honesty and went out with the babysitter during that wellside meeting before his stepmother asked him to follow his belly brother or sister to church this morning as well.

My mother-in-law is a farmer whose father wraps up this area, so he's still in quite a position, and his wives of all ages, at this time of their spare time, talk to me.

Although my mother-in-law had a tough atmosphere inside, she seemed to have a predominant role to play on the other side of the story, and was also proud to say that it was a role.

If there are times when my mother-in-law talks to me like that, only when it seems like something that I just can't solve by listening to.

That sounds like a lack of sleep for a long time after the baby was born, still a good housewife to call her daughter, or a wife who is patient, poorly spoken, and can't complain inside.

In the country's unique daughter-in-law issue, Midwife and Fairness were exquisitely cleaned up with "manipulation" that seemed brilliant to my righteous son.

Even a stepmother like that has a bad kind of wife.

Angletham was drawing the impression from her stepmother's appearance that she was Trenia's parents, especially worse with a mother with whom she had a relationship.

The children of Mr. and Mrs. Bubaldia are one Trenia, but even though they are few in number but see their mother-in-law worried about it.

Horn to horn, his wife often talks without thinking about the convenience or feelings of the other person.

Besides, it is not limited to my mother-in-law, but also to the person I speak to, no matter who.

Generally speaking, I can't really read the air, and it didn't seem like I was willing to.

In other words, I haven't really been able to feel the gaze or the disgruntled attitude that is brewing around me like, "How long will this person be talking?"

Then, when there was a sudden change when working together on something, "I haven't heard this, I can't!" and so on and so on.

However, as a job, she was very, very good at doing all kinds of work.

The work that I called out I couldn't do was also more polite and quicker than anyone else if I calmed him down and let him get the hang of it.

However, because of excellence, when others are late or working on something, they relentlessly criticize it if it was unpleasant.

I had seen it many times when my mother-in-law went into arbitration and took it away from me when I was doing all the work with children and women.

It's "personality" like that, so not many people want to get close to her, and sometimes there's a big women's bickering breaking out.

At that time my mother-in-law instructed me not to adversely affect children younger than myself, and I often took them away from the scene.

And when he's dealing with his sister brother in a family reunion in the middle of the night, his father tells his stepmother, and Trenia's father seems to be doing the same.

I was leaking things.

- I know you're good and smart, but the difficulty is that you can't communicate well anyway.

Trenia's father is one of the smallholder farmers on the farm run by Anglekham's father, so it can be said that he and his wife Bubaldia have an upward and downward relationship, so to speak, with the Padricks.

But the Padrick family is a big farmer, and if I'm honest and strict about my job, even if I'm sure of it, Ning Lo's treatment is good, but thanks for the flow, my boss was more concerned with the proposed distribution.

If you look at it as far as you can tell, Trenia's father seems to be doing just as well as his wife, and the work, etc. is terribly good - especially since the paperwork is tidy and the calculations are fast enough that there is no one left to the right on the farm.

However, they still had significantly lower communication skills, and if they made mistakes in organizing or calculating documents or matching books with their colleagues, they were outraged as if they were on fire.

And it seems to be "weak" for things such as sudden rescheduling, and if there is an extra job, I forgive being as furious as my wife until a relatively obvious person settles down in that area.

I just feel the same way as my wife afterwards, and even if my work situation has healed for an extra minute, if my emotions have even gotten high, I will do more.

So, again, if you did your job superior, Mr. and Mrs. Padrick would admit it was "appreciated," and if you put a word of gratitude in your mouth, Mr. and Mrs. Bubaldia would be happy - nostalgic, too.

There are surroundings and their low ability to communicate, but they also admit they can work.

But if you want to spend the day together, prioritize "ease of spending".

Especially in these rural places, such aspects stood out.

However, apparently, the Bubaldians know that they are somewhat avoided in this countryside.

But I don't even see how you really know what caused it.

Still, I can't stop working because I have a daily life.

- For once, should I discuss it with Kitin? Something has happened here lately, and it seems like he's really mouthing the emotions he thinks, rather than scolding his daughter Trenia with the harsh words as they are...

And although not in his mouth, there is also a great bias in the way the Bubaldians think, his worried stepmother looked back at Anglecam, who flaunts his sister's brother when he is young in Russia.

I panic lightly in my heart and pretend I haven't heard at all, while continuing to take care of my brother and sister.

- If Angletham is a girl, I can tell you to mind your daughter in that house over there, but she doesn't seem to like you very much for saying that.

My mother-in-law could not speak again, but if he was a smart son with an abdomen, he said something like saying that he could avoid being rumbled out by an adult, Trenian parent, to some applause, leaving it to his emotions.

Angletham trusts me that even adult words left to emotions can be dealt with calmly without being truly taken.

But it is also because there is a buffer (kanji) called "blood not connected" in a certain sense, so it is also calmly defending the ability to breathe beautifully.

At these times, my mother-in-law felt sorry for Anglecomb for just a little while, but the righteous son was a happy adult who knew better.

- Seems even tougher when it comes to heterosexuality, whether Angletham just came by or that led to your daughter's nasty thoughts in that house there...

While curbing the complicated feelings for my righteous son, what worries me most now is about Trenia.

Poor thing, I didn't say it in my mouth, but what I'm thinking, it sure looked like it.

Angletham, on the other hand, was listening definitively to his parents' conversation as his sister gave him another picture book to read, thinking that this really required serious consideration for the replacement of Kid Admiral.

- I suppose we should be concerned about the children, too, as we stand on top of them.

I hadn't heard a father's voice from the bottom of his heart in a long time, so Angletham was listening even more seriously. His father was grasping the form, now in the morning, marked with laws promulgated by the state, with burnt hands on the day.

- You should be concerned, I think. Recently, the country - His Majesty the King - ordered the Chancellor, Charlock Trifolium, to make a new bill in order to make the "power of the country" strong, "talent first".

That's what I said, I was giving the paper to my wife. If we looked back slightly and looked at our parents, we would have wrinkled each other's brows.

- Somewhat, even if the personality was difficult, he clearly said that if the country had the ability to be talented, it would even be enjoyed immediately by the state, as well as preferential treatment.

For example, a few minutes as a person would be immature.

- This applies to those two, as it were in Bubaldia. It would be desirable for that couple.

The contents of the quarrel that my mother-in-law had so far praised during the work of making goods to be delivered to the nearby city of the Ladies of the Country were, in the end, mostly the words caused by Mrs Bubaldia's inconsiderable remarks.

It is true, however, that what Mrs Bubaldia disparaged, although usable, cannot be delivered to the King's Capital as a commodity, and it is "not wrong".

And what she makes is especially good in shape and finish, even if it is said during delivery that it sells best.

- But is that all, is it really good?. In the words of his mother-in-law, which contained enough sighs, his father had put his arms together.

- Because it's a national policy, and I don't think this would ever be the wrong thing to do, either. It's this everyday life in the country.

And vice versa, I know the couple that binds rural farmers, but they didn't say it.

However, so far, I have no great dissatisfaction with the politics of this country, and I do not think that the issue of the relationship and parenting of the Bubaldians is one that the State should think about until it intervenes.

Padrick and his wife concluded that they could blame themselves for something that was somewhat speechless in common sense, and then cut off thinking about it once that day.

There are many other things to discuss with the couple who bind the farmers.

Angletham, who had found out that the content of the discussion between her parents had changed, had stopped listening anymore and was now beginning to read the picture book that her youngest brother had brought.

("Chancellor Charlock Trifolium")

While I read and did the picture book, though I was worried about Trenia, wonder and the name of the person who had a lot of influence in policy, not the king who would pay for this country, echoed Angletham's heart and remained.

(Think about the government of the reign that the king wants, and give it to him, and support him?)

It was cold everyday and unusual for a boy who didn't hold much admiration or anything like that, worrying about the kid general but thinking he was "good looking".

And the next morning, on the day Trenia and Gloriosa both failed, "The Duel of Changing Kid Admirals" happened.

Before my mother-in-law asks me to do as usual and tries to send a sibling who can be kept by the church, when the well end meeting of the wives begins and the "babysitting" there begins.

On that day, Mrs. Bubaldia, who was concerned about the "illegibility of the air", was speaking to her mother-in-law most of all, observing the courtesy of a one-off greeting.

Apparently he was very happy about the announcement his father also said yesterday, and he is excited to talk to him.

(Again, even though I can't read the air, I guess there's something I'm thinking about)

As was normal for the other ladies to talk to their mother-in-law, they stared at the condition with beautiful green eyes as they began to keep their sibling classmates in Anglecomb.

Mrs. Bubaldia, Trenia's mother, was felt by Anglecam, as she still did not know why she and her husband were disapproved.

However, there was once a person who had come to mind before about such a thing, and with it, I caught a glimpse of a rare and interesting scene.

The person still brings up a rare pocket watch in the country, and begins to explain, cordially by looking at it, how much time she had talking to one of her mother-in-law.

Next, my father and stepmother explain "breathlessness", which is also prepared for farmers and farmers who work on their farms to work at all willingly.

- There are a lot of people, and you're the only one who spends a lot of time wanting to report or talk to Mrs. Padrick!.

Then he made it look as if he had told the toddler to explain the time he was even more free to do so and the number of people he wanted to report.

Around us, in the midst of the horrors of war, Angletham, a boy with a black stomach from that time on, "probably put it this way with" disgust ".

It was known to those who worked on the farm that the Bubaldians were apparently brilliant in their work and further in their studies.

However, my wife would have kept it out of the table at all because she grew up with the value that "women can't possibly be on the table".

When I was working indoors that even kids could do, it was something about history and someone remembered to make a mistake.

Mrs. Bubaldia then begins by pointing out that mistake of remembrance, and then begins to misrepresent what is officially stated in the history book, which leads to the Crossandra Sunflower, the current king, at the beginning of this country's calendar "from the encounter between the goddess of the earth and the angels and the travellers".

Angletham, who was on the spot to help, was also listening to her best friend's mother as she slammed together to read the chronology, but she accidentally loosened her hand while doing the work brilliantly.

I ended up talking to the "present" and then I said, "So that's not true," and I didn't talk any more.

Angletham accepted that if she was in front of Mrs. Padrick, who listened to her, while showing her how "smart" she was, she was careful to teach her toddler that she was going to go "straight" without skipping around.

(But you also get the impression that it's just good memory, rather than "smart")

And there are times when the expression of Trenia's mother also cares a little about Angletham.

I couldn't compare it well, but I didn't feel "different" in the way she said it.

If Trenia had spoken a "joke" in an attempt to improve parent-child relationships, though occasionally, her parents would be angry rather than scold her for "not talking stupid, that's impossible" with a serious face, too.

- Is it weird how I talk?.

How many times would I have heard Trenia whine about this word in a cave that gathers just the children.

Of course, both my best friend Angletham and Julian answer this, especially about her words and taste, which is not weird, and if you asked Trenia's parents what they told them, it's very common.

- Then I guess my daughter who can read people's minds is disgusting, so I guess if I came from my parents, it means I'm bored to say anything.

I'm not even lying to you, but they call me a liar.

- Honestly, I don't know what to say, Trenia. Although I don't know the faces of my parents, the boy who met my stepfather, who is compatible with me, is difficult to comfort.

I was jealous when we first met that I had real parents, but now if I saw the depressing face of my best friend, I don't know how Dewy feels either.

- I find it all the more ironic that you're a real parent.

If the mind is to be read, the brown boy says, comparing the true meaning that he thinks should be put out in his mouth and communicated to himself, one of whom is his stepmother.

Though I can't say it's a cup of love at all, it's not connected to one side of the blood, but I have two parents, and my brothers are treated in an equal family environment except for their oldest son, and I'm not dissatisfied or unhappy.

- I wonder what kind parents are. With only a few tears in her purple eyes, the girl was thinking, listening to the hearts and minds of her honest and gentle best friends.

- What is it that you think too much about, so can you tell me what you told me yesterday not to lie about?.

- I helped the church as usual, and then I went home. So I said, "I'm home straight from my teacher." And then he said, "Don't lie!"

- Uh, the stopover.

- I didn't. But you can't possibly go straight home, but don't lie to me.

In response to Julian's question, the girl told me more about the circumstances in which she was pissed off in the preface. I recall what you told me in detail and Mrs Bubaldia, whom Anglekham will consult unilaterally with her mother-in-law.

"Ma'am Padrick, my daughter lies all the time."

"To people, adults may be able to do it, but when they do all the things that children can't possibly do, they lie."

Easily and repeatedly complain about the same content over and over again.

This was also a part of my mother-in-law buying Mrs. Bubaldia disapproval from around.

I felt something "hooked" then too, and "hooked" when I heard Trenia explain.

And as overlapping disgust, the mother of her best friend, who is thought to be smart, was explained with a watch showing that she is annoying, courteously, separated one by one, explaining the facts side by side -

- Oh, that's, really, if I do use that much time, you're running out of other people's time, I'm sorry.

That said, he opens his eyes wide and begins to bow his head like he's "convinced" to nod over and over again.

Strange, I felt that the "convinced" appearance seeped even into the atmosphere where I was reassured that "I finally figured it out".

And that reassuring, sunny look looks very much like my best friend's girl.

- Huh?!.

The farmer ready to fight, who showed off his watch so that he could see the dial, stating the specific number of people, had unwittingly solidified.

- Well, if you say it in that number of people, I always use 3600 seconds on my own, even though the time I am allocated to speak to Mrs Padrick is reasonable, sorry.

Goodbye, then. All that said, Lady Bubaldia left her frightened surroundings intact that day, and she went home.

From the next day on, her best friend's mother never stopped talking to her mother-in-law unilaterally, but after a certain amount of time she began to pull back softly.

If this was all I had, it would look better, but if a certain amount of time had passed, which is also the time other farmers are consulting, I was starting to get angry "annoying!"

And Angletham, who remembered to be "hooked" on one thing, in between babysitting, if Mrs. Bubaldia had measured each of the time she stopped talking to her mother-in-law and Mrs. Bubaldia was angry that someone else had started talking to her mother-in-law and said it was "annoying," they were both roughly "300 seconds."

For once, I've weighed it a few times, but it's still based on that time.

[Well, if you say it in that number of people, even though the time I'm assigned to Mrs. Padrick is about 300 seconds reasonable]

My best friend's mother was right and strictly adhering to the "allotted time" thing.

(Could this be...?)

Reminds me of the words Trenia has said so far and the actions her parents are taking.

Let's start with the story of her "straight back".

Extremely speaking, if her parents had taken the words as they were, it would certainly have been "Trenia lied to."

From her house, by the church she was attending to help, there was one large river that led to the lake, which was also the village's water reservoir.

The river is painstakingly built by the inhabitants of the past.

Thanks to the bridge, nearby residents did not have to take the dangerous path of reaching the shallow waters of the river.

The bridge is used by people from all over the village, something truly gratifying.

And in order for Trenia to use the bridge from the Bubaldia family to the church, it is also a situation where we have to go a little further.

So if Trenia came back "really straight," as she tells her mother, with the hassle of coming back without a bridge, she has to be wet in the water.

But with the clothes completely wet, Trenia returns, and she comes straight back, my daughter says.

If I tried this on Mrs. Bubaldia, it would mean that "my daughter is telling a clear lie".

But my daughter doesn't really think she's lying, and she insists, and my mother should just think that maybe if she listens to her actions on a daily basis, so might her father, "my daughter is lying".

No matter how true it is to Trenia, the parents can only "accept" that their daughter is lying, because "straight from the church," she must be turning the road and crossing the bridge.

(So, if Trenia is hearing your parents' hearts, it must be really hard)

If you skip Mrs. Bubaldia when you're rubbing, or when you're angry, rubbing is going to fill your head, and I'm sure it's going to fill your heart with that.

If the phrase "in the habit of crossing a bridge" had come to mind, Trenia would have noticed the "discrepancy" in the mother's acceptance of the word, but if we had talked about it before, it would not have happened.

And the other thing that came to Anglecomb's mind was that it was "difficult" to change what I had decided to do once.

Whether it's work or thinking, in everyday "everything," Angletham thinks that Trenia's parents must be in a mood where "abrupt changes" are always unacceptable.

If one likens a man's heart to a vessel, the vessel of a general man is filled with the contents of the vessel in daily life and in the mood of that time, but also, to some extent, can be stretched.

Maybe Trenia's parents' vessels are the same, but Angletham thought that the criteria for accepting them are probably different from others.

And I'm sure it's hard to change what was once in the vessel.

I'm sure I don't want to move as much as I've ever had in a vessel, and it's hard to move it.

The sudden change of plans is that for the average person, the apple is about the size of an apple, but for Trenia's parents, it feels about the size of a watermelon, and I can't deliver it to the vessel even if they say it all of a sudden.

Like others, it will surely lead to stubbornness that has been the source of trouble before, not being able to replace or move the information or circumstances that suddenly have been said to be delivered to one's vessel.

Even apples are difficult, and watermelons don't even get into the entrance to the vessel.

So, "I can't!" and I get angry, regardless.

The idea and this glimpse of the situation were very convincing if I tried to overlap them.

(So before this, as a toddler could see, "If you've made it small and easy to understand, you can accept it lightly.")

Even if it's too big, if it's really carved in and fine-tuned, it can be "understood" and accepted to be delivered side by side in a vessel.

However, that's still the same as before, and I can't move my values since I got into the vessel.

That's why I'm sticking to the new, convincing rule of "about 300 seconds" now, and I think it's the same around me.

And my daughter's personality is probably one way or another, I don't really care about the details, and most importantly, "I can read my mind", so if there was a joint effort or something, I could incorporate the convenience of the other person, a vessel that I could match.

Adults in other villages who interrupt work or suddenly replace it with something else do not explain the other person or have a vessel that allows them to perceive their mood.

Only parents have distinctly different values, and I'm sure Trenia knows with her ability to read her mind that the girl she grows up in is also "pitied" by the people who live in her neighborhood.

Perhaps before deciding on the Kid Admiral, whenever the other parent came to apologize to the Bubaldia family in a child fight, the parent would have been confused and worried about Trenia. But other houses can talk about parents and children.

Besides, since I was in a position to apologize, I can't even express an opinion.

(Though a couple will be able to break up with each other just like this. Oh, it's not one thing, it's both, "couple", so it goes on.)

And if you went that way, it seems that Trenia's parents are probably both of the same values.

(If so, I'd be "out of company" in my family, I'd be a Trenia)

Anglecomb has also been taken to this countryside since his real mother died, so I'm not sure how the village is.

But the Bubaldia family - to Him, it was known in this rural area that it was the lineage that gave rise to the "purple eyes".

However, my best friend has asked me about the ability that those purple eyes possess, which is the secret of that clan, and has not been taken for granted.

What we know in this village today is Trenia's family and Angletham and Julian, who are asking her to recognize them as their best friends.

Maybe church officials know about the ability, but it didn't seem like they were putting it in their mouths.

And what is publicly known is that those who have been born with purple eyes say that they are "blessed by goddesses and angels" but that they have a thin "fringe with their families".

(Though Trenia says that the purple eye power is "only to be spoken within the family")

Those eyes are in the family of three, and they say "witch" or "disgusting to read people's feelings at will" in dawn clarity.

Maybe if someone puts what they immediately thought in their mouth even outside, their mind stays the same and feels like they're being doubly asked.

So I think looking at how my best friend's mother, while babysitting my siblings, is diligently appealing to her stepmother about something.

What if the reason for the "weak family ties" is that Trenia feels the way she feels about her parents right now or doesn't have a place to stay?

I can't change the way my daughter has been told to do things for a long time - if she had a hard sensibility to change.

(But where did that distorted decision come from, like "abominating" a child with purple eyes?)

This too, Angletham, who is just one of the children in the countryside, currently has no way of looking into it, and would be the guy who asks Trenia's parents, even if that's the pear rubble (crush without it).

(Too powerless in many ways for me to intervene)

An authority that could inadvertently create and dedicate various signs (servants) in this country, the "Chancellor" of this country, to the King - someone with "power", came to mind in a strawhatted head.

(If I were a prime minister, the rich countries of the country would be normal, but I would dedicate policies that would prevent these pathetic relationships from arising. Yeah, but)

I also realized that there was no point in not being such a king who wanted to take care of his family as would choose the kind of "policy" he gave me.

(At least now the king wants his country to be rich as a top priority, and there's no way he's looking at the lives of his people, is there?)

If I recall the stories I have heard about my father and stepmother, in last night's announcement of talent priorities, I feel that some humanity is not enough to meditate on the eye, but that policies that encourage rich countries have also been launched recently.

But that's still what the king wants, and the prime minister is only responding to it.

(Although it does require strength in the country)

But eventually, it can't be good to scorn the children who support this country.

Especially a girl named Trenia Bubaldia who, as a child, makes a child - she loves a baby and even has the ability to hear complaints that can't be spoken by that baby.

The likelihood of picking up unspoken thoughts and passing them on to those who need them is not something you can do with hardware.

So when it comes to prioritizing talent, I also think we should reuse things that support the fundamentals, which can't be helped by such hardware.

- So I told my daughter. So I heard my best friend's mother.

If everything, if you understand and intervene in Mrs Bubaldia's way of thinking, you can hear all the stories that seem to be cleared up in tragedies with different "misunderstandings" and "ways of taking them".

Even though I know my daughter is hurt, I may not even have thought about changing my mind.

But that's probably what I was born with, maybe because that's all I can say.

(Should I think it would have been nice if Trenia's parents had received it and thought the same way as everyone else in the village?)

But that's the dangerous way of thinking. But the smart boy immediately noticed and shook his head small, left and right.

(Everyone, if the same goes too far, this time, if only a little deviation, unforgivable thinking spreads)

When there's something different and naturally, and that's when communication creates extra friction.

I know that finding a place to drop and somehow settle down is the way to get rid of futile strife, where we can make compromises with each other or convince each other.

But if there's still something I can't give in, I still think it's something that makes me fight.

And my best friend's parents are hypersensitive with more "non-transferable" parts than people, and the way they perceive things is measured by others.

(Concession No, you can do something with compassion, that's not even the story, is it?)

Angletham also tries to change his mind.

If a character like Mr. and Mrs. Bubaldia's that is really difficult to concede is the blood muscle of a clan that might give birth to someone with purple eyes, can I assure you that it should not be "clearly"?

Besides, there is also a tradition of not making the power of those eyes public.

If that makes any sense and the flow continues to protect children who have the power to pick up and read people's minds, is it okay to just change it now because the status quo is not good?

(But Trenia seemed sad, didn't she?)

Although it may have been something that has been going on for a long time, my best friend is hurt "now" as well.

"Your father and mother have a nicer relationship than Julian and Anglecomb, who are not connected by blood, even though they are my father and mother."

(Trenia)

Only the children gather, and I did see purple eyes in that cave, weeping.

"Someone who made up the word that people grew up more than they were born, maybe someone like me"

Because if you don't think about it that way, your heart is always about to cry out.

Though I don't have the power to pick up my heart and read it, it hiccups me that she thinks so, and I deplore my helplessness.

"If there may be irreplaceable connections in the blood of your family, but you've been imprisoned for all of them, you should think you've studied early enough to be unhappy."

She always proudly said to Angletham, "She's smart, she's a boulder," but I thought she was more satirical.

But I had to feel like I was feeling so cold about that wit.

Like every day, don't be positive and depressed when you can point all the words at your parents that will be denied by your mouth or your heart.

Though my best friend worked hard not to despair of my parents.

- Mother-in-law!, sorry, I kinda forgot something, can I leave it with you first today!.

(At the very least, while you're away from home and thinking of me and Julian as your best friend, I want to make sure you have a great time)

Yesterday's announcement from the prime minister that he had become a talent priority allowed his best friend's parents to feel confident and interrupted him with a little apology in the middle of talking to his mother-in-law about "300 seconds".

But don't know what to do in this case. My best friend's parents are confused - "thinking".

For once, a child suddenly interrupts rather than an adult, and it seems that the "part of convincing and accepting" that there is no choice is in Trenia's mother.

(Trenia has a "family", so don't hesitate to be tough.)

♪ I want to pierce my feelings, whatever it is ♪

"If I can't do what I want, I'm gonna have a seizure."

What can I do to force all those people to have "time to think"?

And what can I do in order to have the authority to serve myself so that I feel compelled to "think" about it?

(I've been thinking about all these things lately)

I have a self who wants to help my dear friend and is just looking for strength.

- Yes, well, send your brother or sister to church first, then go back and get it. "Time" is fine. Relax, don't let it fall.

If he heard the calm stepmother, Anglecam also passed on the calm and nodded.

My best friend's mother also watched this interaction. Because of my mind, I also feel like some people are looking at such an exchange just a little bit, envious.

(Trenia also feels like she would envy this interaction if she were here)

Think about who you want to communicate with well - and how it feels to not be able to do it without your friends in order to talk well with your parents.

And normally, if you're in a child's shoes, I know you're willing to admire your parents, but I feel like I can't help but have the feeling that "I don't like parents like this".

- Well, then, I'm going. Just a little, quick feet, please.

He takes the little hand of his young siblings, speaks gently, and then Angletham meets in the direction of his mother-in-law, bowing his head also to the ladies who were about to keep a small child with him.

There were also a few Mistress who seemed honestly dissatisfied with the fact that children would no longer be deposited during the wellside meeting.

- I'm sorry, I think "I" would be cute if I had a bloody brother or sister. But if you care about other people's children, you don't like to keep them.

It also creates an atmosphere of light "it's really troublesome to take care of yourself even though you're not your own family".

I intentionally used the childish name "I" to say that I was a child.

(Think of it, there may be areas where Trenia is too firm for adults around her to step hard into the Bubaldia house thing)

Now a few people who looked dissatisfied with the words Anglecam had said, ready to make a bad impression of themselves, looked sorry for Russia and took their children from Anglecam.

Only in the direction of those who "looked sorry" for me, I made a meeting and began to take my siblings' hands.

(Sometimes I can't get help without saying "I'm in trouble" in my mouth)

I guess my best friend never said "normal parents were good" to my parents.

Younger siblings also follow the honesty as they are colder on a daily basis than their oldest son, who has a more intimate atmosphere to inherit, but the picture books are bound to be connected to a second son of a different mother who reads them.

but on the road to the church, where the two roads merge into one, I hold a toddler and discover my best friend running at a rate I've never seen.

"Trenia, it's your sister!"

Fast!

And he held the young sibling, who was speaking, from both sides, away from the hand to which Angletham was connected.

- Hey, you're in a hurry. It shakes, okay?.

Angletham ran out at the same time his siblings nodded not to bite his tongue already.

But holding one in a boulder and two in a different weight, Anglecomb is a child, so it was quite a heavy labor.

Along the way, Angletham reaches church as soon as possible rather than running his siblings, although he has also taken off the straw hat that is always definitely worn deep in his eyes.

But by then, my best friend was already a light-hearted body, and he was turning back.

The Witch of the Church is greatly amazed at the remarkable girl, one way or another, in this countryside, and the beautiful boy running into the gates of this Church in a row, trying to jump in with a toddler.

If, in addition, the hat, which is sometimes worn deep in the eye, was removed and a beautiful face, not always visible, laughed nicely, and said, "Please brother and sister," the witch fell in love with them, even though they were younger.

Even while he is in love, the beautiful boy surely deposits his siblings with the witch.

I made sure the witch would keep it, then I twirled and flipped it, and I turned my ankle around to get "serious".

- Well, do you want to chase him?

Yes, leave a word and run out. My belly sister mistook me for "Sister Trenia" and my brother for "Hey Cool,"

- Come on, brother!.

If I said, even though the distance was quite wide open, I listened and "brother" didn't even look back, waving at my sister.

If it was a lighter body, I chased it to my best friend without difficulty.

If you know what she's capable of while running, then have a conversation and ask her if she's going to be able to have a fight.

As the two of us ran, I recently came to this place with my familiar best friend - the "Prince".

- Ah?!.

Unexpectedly, the "prince" spoke out because he was familiar with Angletham and Trenia, grabbing Julian's collar, his best friend, and beating him up.

- Julian!.

Without Angletham slowing down the speed, Trenia ran up to her best friend, who had been beaten up.

(For Julian, he's been beaten up honestly.)

By the time Trenia stopped holding Julian, who had been beautifully beaten up, Angletham had arrived.

Julian with a nosebleed pounding Trenia's shoulder holding him, and if he received him, narrowed his green eyes slightly sympathetically.

- Please, Angletham.

(The prince seems... hurt and depressed for a long time, but it won't be as complicated as Trenia's.)

He then watched Trenia and the prince start a verbal fight as he treated Julian to stop his nosebleeds.

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

If I stopped a boy with a rare long hair in this country, there was an atmosphere where a little bickering was about to start.

But with things like really a little bit, the prince even seems to be able to persevere and reopen it and go on like that.

Anglecomb supported it, and the childhood familiarity with nosebleeds also seemed to have anxiety about how it would not be a "fight" like this.

(We should still get into a fight here, right?)

If there's any trigger, I'm confident I'll use it and develop into a fight, but when I think about how I can't bring the trigger in - shut up! I don't know "family"!.

At the same time Gloriosa looked back, "Beech!" sounded good and his wrapped long hair was hitting Trenia's face.

I don't have a hand that doesn't use this.

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

After I say that, I pour a surprise gaze at myself, checking "how it burns" as I stick my handkerchief's cleavage with two fingers into my still bleeding nose of my shiny best friend.

Apparently it succeeded, Prince - Gloriosa said things more hastily.

- I don't even know a kind parent!

Apparently, there was something in the heart of a sweet prince who could have picked up and read so much that he could not live up to his attitude.

- Hey! "Trenia!" Wait!?.

Julian apparently has the same reaction as Gloriosa.

He wanted to fight a duel - replace "Kid Admiral" - but he seemed surprised that Trenia had jumped.

Still, he talks to Angletham, who supports him, looking relieved that the "duel" has begun safely.

- Anglecomb, you just said "state". I could see you were saying "burned", but I decided to put it down clearly here.

- "If you bump into me" once, because it looked like two early.

However, I honestly marvel at the battle between Trenia and Gloriosa.

Even Anglecomb and Julian, of course, could read people's minds, but the prince was fighting each other that he came from the king's capital with a "kid general" who would still lighten up.

We don't have any "forgiveness" for each other, and you're probably aware of the childhood familiarity you support with stopped nosebleeds, but Gloriosa enjoys this fight.

And speaking of Trenia, she was waving her fist at Gloriosa, not sparing a single slice of the fighting power she had, like she was really "worried".

(Perhaps you are aware that there is an eight-win part of yourself.)

I only know Angletham, the king's youngest son, about Gloriosa, but it was surprising that he could fight so hard.

(I think his - Gloriosa's "father" asked the prime minister for a talent-priority government, right?)

I don't know what that's going to do to her life, but anxiety filled Angletham's chest without a trace.

- Julian, please wash the handkerchief and return it. It's just that those two fights are more intense than I thought.

With those words, for the time being, I misled the bubble that sprang up in my chest.

- Oh, man, I can't notice my best friend's girl nearby in trouble, like this. Then you can't complain, even if she's abandoned by the goddess of the earth.

Recently, Julian, who was full of Gloriosa escorts and was also a "job", said to herself as if she had been frightened.

I've been worried about Gloriosa all these days, and even to myself, who is my best friend and doesn't realize that the girl was so worried, Julian was touching the "plug" pushed into her nose, looking hungry.

- That's about it, you mean Trenia's depression was building up?.

- Even last night, it looks like a lot of things were said to me by my parents.

Julian apparently doesn't know much about the announcement. With that in mind, he watches his best friend and the prince at the end of this country duel.

(But this isn't so much a duel - you're in a fight.)

Trenia is taught in the church by priests and witches at the head of "when things happen", based on protective techniques. A prince named Gloriosa is probably a martial art taught by an educator in the king's capital.

Initially we fought each other in a martial arts shape-like move, but gradually the "Fae Martial Arts Fight" is beginning to show off the shapes.

The out-of-mould movement also makes me feel like I'm making a movement that is as good as it would be if I described it as free, but now both Trenia and Gloriosa are starting to rumble at the "grump".

Most importantly, they didn't look like they were fighting each other because they hate each other.

Still, the way it looked until now, Trenia had never even fought for her best friends, Julian and Angletham, in a physical "hunch" that made her feel nasty.

And Gloriosa is responding to that Trenia's too sharp move.

While responding, they entrusted each other with their fists and attacks with the depression they would have had so far.

Maybe these two thought while "touring" that the type was similar.

"Everyone is weaker than they are, so they have to add and subtract." I guess adults won't think about that, but children will always be aware of it.

(I don't know what happened to the "Prince", but I'm sure Trenia didn't get serious about me and Julian because of her parents.) But the intensity grew and the anxiety began to go away.

(However, I think it would be better to have some pieces on it.)

That was the same thing with his supporting nosebleed stopped best friend, who looked more worried about the "prince" one way or the other.

(But even if me and Julian join the fight barely, it's not a very fulfilling opponent)

However, at these times, the adults to rely on in this countryside do not immediately think of Anglecomb.

There are times when people are called "strong", but people who have the "strength" that applies in this case do not think of it.

Yeah, but Julian's stepfather would.

A person named "hunter" who lives in the back of this rural forest, unfamiliar with anyone in the village.

Even Anglekham's father, who is responsible for bringing this area together, was informed in the preamble of the report that his surname was "Zaheto" and that he had decided to make the child's name Julian when he protected the abandoned child.

Then, even when I was contacted that I would raise him as an adopted child, I was surprised and remembered that every spring I heard him talking from the state to officials investigating the increase or decrease in artificial

The appearance of such a best friend's father-in-law leaves the most impression that he is spraying pipe tobacco with a mouth that accumulates a rich white beard, always wearing a hat deep in his eyes, just like Anglecomb.

During national rituals, festivals and celebrations, if the villagers ask for the necessary wild animals, they will put them within the day with bows and arrows in their arms, and leave them in front of the gates of the house.

More recently, the collection of the cost of that hunt was exclusively carried out by his righteous son Julian.

"Ah," that short surprise voice of Julian reached Angletham's ear as he contemplated.

(Shit, I missed it)

Think about it, I notice you probably missed the moment the settlement arrived.

If you pointed your green eyes in the direction of two people who are having a "fight" with green eyes, give them a smoke and the prince and Trenia are falling together.

From the way it fell, apparently, Trenia "decided" to poke her head in the prince's forehead - over the prince's body falling backwards, trying to get on, and falling together.

(Is this some kind of accidental lady first?)

Whatever the form, the prince "stops" Trenia, preventing her from clashing to the ground.

So it was a familiar young man with purple eyes who stood up first in turn.

- You're not the only one that's hard!.

Loud, fisting her hands and saying that in tears, Angletham had the impression that she was all over the sand but wonderful and refreshing.

In that one word of Trenia, Julian and Angletham looked at each other and nodded, apparently, that the "decisive battle of the Kid General" was over for now.

- Hey, are you okay with both?.

- Let's go, too. That's what I'm saying. We're on our way, but I'll leave Trenia to Julian, who's injured halfway through.

Angletham was pulling back on his back, but in case he got up and said he shouldn't be willing to fight, he turned to Gloriosa.

For once, when you're not the only one doing anything that seems to hurt you, so you can hold back even if you don't enemies, keep your mind small, go to a long-haired boy, rare in this countryside, and peek in.

Apparently, things like fighting again are worrying.

Gloriosa spreads her hands and feet, her reddish forehead with a head poke and her black eyes pointing straight at the sky and still not awake.

- Are you okay?. In the meantime, I'll call you.

- Leave me alone. Just when my siblings deposited it in the church got into a fight, with a voice that sounded like a obstinate nuance, because Gloriosa said so.

- Then I'll leave you alone.

Unexpectedly, Angletham also has a bitter laugh like "Whoa, whoa, whoa," if he answers lightly and turns to the girl he's familiar with.

(A little more gentle. Come on...)

When I thought I was targeted at a gentle childhood familiarity with a kizza, such as that, Trenia, who had been handkerchiefed by Julian, shouted loudly around.

- Don't be obstinate, now, you stand on your own feet! You have feet to stand on!

Julian, Anglecam, and Gloriosa were equally surprised by that voice, especially Gloriosa, who was visible and vicious.

Then the long-haired boy woke up immediately, but remained seated.

Trenia said, "Stand up," but I won't let you stand up. With a tight, crisp brow, he creates a wrinkle on his forehead and stares at Trenia.

My best friend saw the boy who woke up, he briefly said, "Humph," and went straight home.

Here's another look at Julian - if you asked him about Gloriosa, Angletham went after Trenia as he pulled out the plug he had on his nose, and his shiny best friend nodded at me.

It was in the direction of the cave where the children gathered that she would proceed, covered in dust early enough.

- Trenia, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine, and I'm "refreshed". Even if I change at home, I need to get rid of the dirt easily because it's muddy. If they find me, my mother will complain to me again.

To the word "mother," Angletham decides to talk about what he realizes, "Mr. and Mrs. Bubaldia think", just the right opportunity.

You picked up the mind of that determination and read it, Trenia stopped on her feet and had a surprised look on her face, like she had never done much to her friends.

- What, my parents did something?.

- Trenia, hey, I need to ask you something about your parents. If you can, I hope you don't feel bad about it.

As an Angletham Padrick, who is always cold, I have expressed my thoughts uncommonly out of teeth, and where words are difficult to convey, I tried to speak my thoughts with the help of Trenia's ability to pick up and read her mind.

That you will blame the liar and Trenia for taking words, metaphors and analogies of things, which can only be taken by words as they say, because they take them as true.

And I'm sure they're not good at the atmosphere, emotion, or reading that the other person is giving them.

However, if it made it easier to understand the facts in detail, it would have been unexpectedly easy for me to accept them.

And what I've decided to accept is that when it becomes "otherwise," it's hard to accommodate.

- That kind of thing fits my parents, Angletham.

- Yeah, that's right.

"Is there anything in your daily life that comes to mind?.

Did Trenia ever ask her parents, "Why are you holding me here?"

The boy, who knew the power of his best friend well, smiled pitifully if he had visited him with words and heart.

- I do, like every day.

- - Trenia?!.

From the purple eyes, "Tsk" cried. I panic that I started to shed tears here that I didn't even have a fight with Gloriosa.

- But, Angletham. That's something I can't do. Father, no matter how much you want your mother to change, she won't listen to me.

- Excuse me. If I thought what I said was "light-hearted," and I really regretted it and said words of apology, the girl with purple eyes flushed her neck to the side and wiped her tears like a snap.

If the position is equal, the words of calm judgment that you can hear are useless, no matter what you say to the people who define themselves as "witches", their real daughters.

Trenia began to notice when she was thoughtful and able to think.

The voices of other adults' hearts can have another meaning or complexity in their mouths, but only their parents cannot "accommodate" what they decide once as if they were young children.

For once, there are places outside the house that seem to know that "that kind of thing doesn't get around", but still other adults were perceived as "weird people" as their parents.

In it, if Trenia had diligently followed where she really couldn't let Him accommodate her parents, she would inexorably turn her gaze to her parents and children: "decent people" among the weird.

And my parents seem dull, and I notice "the thing." A disgusting purple eyed witch who picks up people's feelings and reads them on her own.

It is "purely regrettable" that the child of the idea that if born in the Bubaldia family, he must be treated as a nose knob is decent outside.

Immediately with that remorse, my breasts are filled, and I turn my contempt from my "heart" to my child.

However, there is a "determined notion" that "a parent has to take care of a child", so he only takes good care of it.

"What children eat is delicious and nutritious."

"Kids love what girls wear."

"Children have no choice but to scold you if they are too fierce because they defile your clothes"

Because I don't know if I have love, but I have no lies there, no love for my parents to my children, so my job as a "parent" is doing me a really good job.

Trenia becomes confused and unable to move.

I gave up everything and thought over and over again that I wish I was a terrible parent.

However, when I said the rice was delicious, I thanked him sincerely for what he had done for my child, and the faces and feelings of my parents smiling happily when I was praised tied up Trenia.

Maybe I know how to do this. But I can't help myself or my children alone.

With great force - many, at least "adults" living in this country have the power to try to find out "these things happen."

And in order to gather the methods efficiently and let them know, if someone like a neat-faced boy with bright green eyes in front of Trenia has grown up and become involved in the country's politics (that is, every day).

(But Anglecomb is trying to live carefully in this rural, farmer's second son)

However, the feeling of "wanting power", which is a small smoke in my mind, was definitely there, but it was also known to Trenia that reason was "unrealistic".

There, the girl who could read people's minds could only nod loudly in her heart.

- I'm sorry, this is how Trenia noticed so much about a habit that I can't help, and it's kind of like advising her from above.

As much as I'm ashamed.

Angletham tells her best friend how honest she feels when she comes to words and breasts again.

Especially if I'm sorry I can't help anything, the feeling of embarrassment even occurred to me really strongly.

- Yeah, I'm glad. But I knew Anglecam was smart. I don't care if I ever thought "weird," but I didn't know exactly what to think.

- Trenia's parents are not "sick," and maybe everyone in the village sees them in things like character.

With the intention of at least "apologizing", I will state Anglecam's view, which I find difficult to put into words in Trenia, even for parents and children.

Though I can't solve it, this way, getting in line and tidy makes it easier for my best friend to face "parents who are difficult to handle".

- I'm surprised you take the word as it is. You didn't expect me to take "straight home" that way.

- Yeah, so concise, short might be a good idea.

- You were confusing your mother and father with the extra words that I, for one, enjoyed inflating the story.

That's all I said, just one more tear.

It wasn't a "surplus" word, but simply wanted your mother to "come straight home" and just compliment you.

The inability to want such a "normal" word just stings at Trenia's chest.

- Even if my mind can pick it up and read it, it won't do anything to my parents.

For her, say something really rare and masochistic, then "bread!" like changing your mind, pinch both cheeks with your own hands, sound dry and beat, and put "drink" in. If he was facing that self and watching his best friend not run away, Angletham exhaled small.

"Anything more I can do to help is get on board when I hear of stupidity or when I'm consulted."

Feelings I can't put into Anglecam's words - pitiful thoughts as a friend, Trenia picks me up, shows me a little reddened cheek and the girl laughs nicely.

Then, as I suddenly remembered, I said briefly "Ah?!" and spoke out. He then scratches his head slightly all over the sand, remembering diligently, and asks questions to his clever best friend.

- Suddenly the story changes, Anglecomb, you know what grains of white grain are in crops? It's not wheat.

- Is it white grain cereal?. Ha.

Try to react a little bit more like the year, with your left hand on your hips and your right index finger on your thin lips. Angletham thins out his beautiful green eyes.

Trenia tries to remind her best friend, in her mind - rather than reading "memory" this time, she mouths one word after another that is likely to be hinted at in order to get an intelligent anglecam of the answers she wants to know.

Even if I hear them, when it comes to cereals, Anglecomb reminds me of wheat in this country where bread is the staple food.

- By the way, how do you cook and eat that cereal as it is in a grain state?.

With that question, now overlapping her hands in front of her chest, Trenia nodded loudly.

- Yes, in order to eat, first grind the grain with water? I wonder if it's called laundry.

Then you put it in a pan and you boil it, or, oh, you cook it. Then steam it, grip it and shape it like a ball, and season it is the salt one.

Hearing the phrase "shaped like a ball," Angletham removed his index finger that was on his mouth.

- Oh, then I have an idea. I did see it sent on a trial basis from the eastern country, and it was in the stockpile to investigate if it was in the soil of this country. Sure, it's Rice.

- Yes! The guy who took the form of Rice's ball!.

Trenia gave a very bright smile as she voiced her joy.

That makes Anglecomb very happy to be her best friend, but it naturally boils down to the question as to why she suddenly asked about Rice.

- Oh, well, I can't tell you the details yet, but maybe if I told you I wanted you to split that up in the near future, could you?.

I know you're picking up doubts and reading them, but Angletham nodded for now, wondering if there was any reason why things like this still couldn't be said.

- Rice made it on an experimental basis last year, but because of the difficulty of managing and equipping "paddy fields," I used the ice spirits to cool it down and store it in the stockpile. Perhaps it would be okay to split it for a single dish.

- Thank you, when the time comes, it's nice to meet you,. Then I'll get my clothes dirty properly and then I'll get dressed. Thank you, Angletham.

If that's what you said, Angletham decides to leave this place for now because he smiled as gentle and powerful as usual.

- Well, then, call me when you need rice.

That's what I said, I was turning my back from myself toward her.

However, after being away from the position where I couldn't get the power to pick up and read the voice of my best friend's heart, I thought to myself, "If I had the coincidence (chance) or power to be involved in the politics of the country," even though Anglecomb himself was not realistic.

Then, not so many days later, Julian comes to Angletham, who helps with farming, with a "letter deposited from Gloriosa".

- Something. He wants to see Trenia again. Hey, should I deliver this?.

In the hands of my best friend, there is a letter with the name "To Trenia Bubaldia", in a neat letter, betraying the impression of Gloriosa of Anglecam in a good way, whether it is for nobility or not.

- What's in it?.

- You can look at it. Me - even if we look at it, it's not a problem.

As Julian put it, the open letter just said the date, time and place, "I want you to see me again, now do me quite a favor" was written in the letter to Trenia.

- I know what it is.

Then listen to your best friend Kiza and deliver it to Trenia for two.

Trenia took care of the children in the church from the early morning until the day came.

When she received such a letter, she read it gently, moved her purple eyes "choro" when she said she understood, and sent me an eye-catcher.

(Oh, was that prince who tied you to Rice?)

Apply for a holiday on a date that Gloriosa has designated as a senior witch on her side.

- Well, I'll pass this reply on to Gloriosa.

- Please. Julian drops off two people in line to contact Gloriosa.

Eventually, after Julian's back was much smaller, Trenia opened her mouth small with a potpourri.

- Anglecomb, I, I decided to leave home and live in church.

- Really?

Although Anglecomb in particular did not sound surprised by this confession of his best friend - why is Anglecomb feeling sad?

No words, but feelings had been discerned as certain.

The purple eyes slightly seeped in tears, elbowing and donning the boy in the straw hat lying on his side.

- I don't know why, I can't help but feel very sorry for how many picture books I read and do to my sister and brother that people's worlds should be compassionate.

Then I reorient my body, and my best friend standing next to me, from the prettiest green eyes she's ever seen, my eyes of labor pour out.

- I hate it when all people who feel kind lose money.

"I know your parents are not bad people.

But do you need to leave the place where you were born with that much patience?

Speak good words in your mouth, and speak clear words in your heart.

- If Angletham is going to be a father, a child born and raised, he's going to be a child with a beautiful heart, feelings and kindness, like a real angel.

- Trenia. Don't be ridiculous.

"... don't be strong."

- Oh, I'm sure you're strong, but I'm not kidding!?. Babies similar to Angletham would be adorable! Even now my youngest brother and sister are cute to you. [M]

Angletham pointed a little, angry look at her best friend's "theory that babies are cute and can't help it" that seems to start all of a sudden.

There's Trenia with a bright look and a laugh from her purple eyes, totally drawing tears.

- And it's also a true feeling that Anglecam children are going to be really nice, angelic, beautiful children.

- Thank you for the compliment, but even if I had a family, wouldn't that be a long way off?... What the hell is wrong with you?

To Trenia's way of saying things that sounded like she was just kidding around a little bit, I realized that Anglecam h best friend was telling these stories in a way that made sense to Russia, who returned the words in a disgruntled voice.

Trenia also starts to smile brightly with Ni again about what Angletham has guessed for me.

- You know, I realized that if you think about things that you love, you're pretty fine these days, even when it's hard.

- That's...

Doesn't that make it a reality escape?

And I thought to myself that things that were difficult to convey in my mouth were not easy to convey.

"Ha," if Trenia sighed grandly, Angletham was quite anxious about that too.

Like a few days ago, I also thought I had put out words that were too little consideration.

- Already, Anglecomb is sweet, but he's really cool and tough. But, well, I know you want to have a backward mind. You put your feet on the ground, it's against the way the goddess of the earth thinks, isn't it?

- If you don't, have you lost your temper? Besides, I don't think backwards can be everything.

Now, I conveyed my feelings clearly in words, but Trenia did not react immediately, but only thought a little and opened her tease.

- There was a declaration from the last country that if you had talent, even if you had difficulties with character and humanity, the state would treat you preferentially, right?

Suddenly said, but remembering the impressive events that followed, Angletham nodded immediately.

- Yeah, right. Sure, it was the day before Gloriosa and Trenia got into a fight, wasn't it?

- Yeah, well, it was before the day we had a funny fight, right? The other night, my parents told me something terrible, but I also knew that your father and mother were doing something really "ho".

- Was it horrible, was it?

- Yes, "If there was anything excellent, even if we didn't communicate well with people, the country would recognize us, and we'd be proud of it," he seemed really happy.

With Trenia's words, "You can be proud," the smart boy feels the pain of being choosen in the dark behind him. Then my best friend laughed weakly, too.

- Yeah, me too, I just felt that kind of pain in my own dirty, unwanted part, like Anglecomb felt.

- Does that mean that, to be normal, you were extravagant? No, does that mean you were looking down there at someone who generally seemed out of the ordinary?

- Don't put it in a hard way anymore, because I'm not as smart as Anglecomb.

- Excuse me, then, frankly. Neither me nor Trenia, before they realized it, no, they might have noticed when it came to me, so "were you fooling around about something that's not normal"?

Trenia had blown out in this straightforward way.

Then, out of strength, he nodded slowly and "admitted".

- That, and the way you say it without a look or a lid, but it's probably the most hit. So, even though it hurt my closest loved ones, I noticed when I saw your father and mother happy to hear the announcement.

Softly breathing and spitting out of her nose, she turned straight forward, feeling as if she were confessing her sins, and Trenia kept her mouth open.

- Oh, I don't know, but this is how I was making fun of the people who gave birth to me and raised me.

Though feelings have been born into too clumsy a "nature," the feeling of being ridiculed, whether from around you or from a child born (or not), however uncut, spicy, and impenetrable.

- Dad, your mother realized for the first time that she was always sad somewhere while filling her chest with angry feelings.

- Does this mean that the state has finally recognized me and that Trenian parents are confident in me?

- Maybe it's not the first time. Because your mother said she'd never seen the history of such a declaration before.

- If Trenia's mother was saying it, I guess that's really never been in the history of this country before.

I can easily recall once describing the history of this country as slurred.

- Maybe you searched for such "times" and "histories" never once in this world. Maybe, me too, something I'm sure to look for.

Were there no places for beings that seemed unusual?

Of course, there is already a law punishing the persecution of people who have visible and perceived disabilities or what they know is "not enough" after having a conversation, in a country called Selisanceum, which prides itself on the peace of the people.

However, those who are satisfied with five bodies and can also have conversations, and those who are not enough, are generally unable to have patience or accommodation work because of feelings, invisible "thinking" or "mind problems". Those who are unable to do so cannot be assisted until they use the law.

In those invisibility, the law that assists and supports me "never" existed such a time in history.

The girl who could pick up her heart and read looked like a boy and a girl who had helped and worked hard so far, her parents delighted with the announcement.

My father was born in this village from the beginning, and he is very good at studying and calculating, just like his current assessment, but he was not able to communicate well in interpersonal relationships.

The parents are not as good as their sons, but they are not good with each other, and, as far as we know, they have never met, but they have special powers, blood muscles produced by people with purple eyes.

It wasn't specific, but there were parts of the country that seemed to penetrate loudly, and that was also like a factor that would be "distanced".

When two such things overlap and a young man who is not comfortable with people meets the daughter of a visiting pedestrian in this village, the parents first mingle with each other.

The pedestrians are quite successful in their business, but apparently there are "places like that" as well.

There was something stubborn and unfriendly about it, but the sense about calculations and such commerce was also outstanding.

Hearing stories of Trenia's father calculating quickly, the merchant proceeds to his daughter-in-law. - Because people with similar senses are better off with each other, couples are better off.

Since the parents decided to bond their children, they tried to get them to live together while they stayed for business first. This betrays my expectations in a good way and works better than I thought.

The two of them had been very good at communicating "outside" because they were shitty and inexorable, but still had similar sensibilities in the "home".

It was also rare to bump into each other first, as the parents of the two families were definitively bridging information about the movements and patterns of the model street before they lived together.

Hitting the sea is a noise of quarrel to the neighbor with some distance, but the next day the couple never leaves behind.

"My daughter is better off with this, sir, she'll be fine. Nice to meet you"

The pedestrian, who had only stayed for three months, bowed his head and let his daughter have some money with her and let the Bubaldia family fully marry him.

Like himself, the father of the pedestrian chose this countryside as a place where my son, who has difficulty communicating, can calm down.

I entrusted my daughter to the young man that he was only a little floating from the village because of his overly strong personality and the fact that he was a special blood muscle.

"My daughter wants me to spend some time somewhere calm." The pedestrian thought as a parent, and wanted me to be happy if I could.

Of course, it's good to have someone who understands my daughter and cares about her.

Regardless of whether you are involved in a profession with a somewhat strong personality, say a merchant, I want my daughter to live in peace and quiet, like what is called a "good wife and wise mother" in this country.

It was also difficult, because of my daughter's character, to change now that I have told her that from an early age, although I think it is a somewhat old value.

For example, the amount of knowledge far outweighed that of a profession that could be called a teacher in line, and even if it could be done without calculating or using an Abacus, it seemed that it would not be possible to change it until it removed the values that were solidifying in my daughter.

However, if something worries you, you can't communicate well.

The traces of the Bubaldia family, where my daughter was a stranger and would not be isolated, but would be my companion, are similar "symptoms" and highly compatible.

For example, even if you can't get along well with the women of this rural settlement, you can even go well with the person who will be your husband and feel "happy" if you can rest in the house.

I sent him out as a bride to the Bubaldia family because he was growing up to be such a sensitive daughter.

"We may never see each other again, but we will live happily in the house of Lord Bubaldia." Yes, the parents of the merchant bid farewell to their daughter, and immediately after crossing the border of Selisanceum, an obituary is delivered by the Knights of the Country.

The daughter-in-law thought in her heart, as if she had understood the fate from this.

His daughter, married to Bubaldia, cried at the misfortune of her parents, but remembered and obeyed the saying, "Grieve only at the beginning, for the death of a man is something that you do not know when it will happen".

In that, the couple, who have a fierce bickering over Him and are unable to communicate well with the villagers, give both eyes a purple-eyed girl - who is given a trenia.

Purple eyes, in the Bubaldia family, which read the words "abominable beings" in a man's heart, were still alive, and his father's parents first showed a difficult color.

But among couples, "babies are cute and irresistible" take precedence over the body of a person and the records and history described in the old story.

"Baby, you're cute." "Baby, be happy." Father's parents, who were tied to their previous legends, also start to adore their grandchildren as the couple sincerely love "baby."

"There is no detention, because all babies are loved ones." Grandparents, parents, babies who can read their minds get their hearts and minds to pour out their love from their hearts without falsehood and live that time of year in good health.

So, "The baby must love you wholeheartedly, he is truly irreplaceable and loving," is carved into the baby's heart before he still stands up on his own feet.

Eventually, before Trenia picked up the three, they were parents on their father's side and married late with their grandparents, so it was a "trip" for both of them to make full use of the time commonly called life expectancy at the time and continue.

They both explained to their sons and wives how to relate to those who felt differently, as they did to "purple eyed people", before they were sure.

- If you are raising your baby granddaughter so adorable, you may end the sad tradition the clan has had so far.

I'm sure, from the surroundings, even couples who express or receive too frank emotions are fine if they love children so much.

And Trenia, a baby and grandson who can read her mind, seems happy between her parents.

But the events that I thought I could end up worried about, as Trenia grew brilliantly, all this time began to fall behind.

If you've changed from a baby to a toddler and the girl starts making connections outside, the voice of the hearts of the parents you hear is different from that of the other "father and mother" ones.

Moreover, a different way of sounding is overwhelmingly more "quantitative".

Parents also cease to devote unconditional love to children growing up with "daughters" from babies, as they used to.

And even now, the way of dealing with the existence of "purple eyes", which is passed down to the Bubaldia family, began to coincide with the difficult character of communication.

In this way, the daughter looks up to the "something, something strange" eye that stimulates the greatest sense of inferiority (complex) of her parents with eyes that see through the mind of a person.

Parents treat their daughters with the power of "purple eyes" - to teach them that if they read people's hearts without darkness, it greatly breaks people's hearts.

Reminds me that the power must be directed to suppress it from day to day.

And to make it that way, my poor communicators were hitting my daughter with the most hurtful words they said back there.

"What's so weird about that?, disgusting!"

- I read about people's minds, it's disgusting!.

If we hit our daughters with words that were scattered and broken, they should also try to suppress their ability to read people's minds by being as attentive to their expression "outside" as they are.

However, the gaze that my daughter poured on us was still scattered and irritated at a time when we felt so much.

I also know that I feel the same "outside" that I've been sending my gaze at, "Is there some strange person?"

In addition, our daughter, who is definitely drawing her own blood, had increased her penance.

That goes on, I can connect to it now and rub it in the house with my real daughter for the same reason I can rub it outside.

The people outside see their homes with the gaze that "Trenia is pathetic".

"Are we, a couple, strange?" No matter how much work we do, how much more we accomplish than we line up, do we have to stay until we travel through this world in such an unacceptable position as to be denied, just because we don't have these socialities?

In doing so, Trenia's parents were truly delighted with the announcement made as if they had acknowledged themselves, and her daughter began to realize that her parents had suffered so much.

- Anglecomb, it's really hard to face what we can't do with our own hands.

- But I can make it into a form I can convince myself from there, and I have to go.

Angletham nodded too, if that's what he affirmed.

- So I'm going to be the first to leave the house and be friends with that Gloriosa. 'Cause I got into a fight and stomped out because of "that kid". I want to thank you too.

- Is that the prince, "the child"? Anglecam was laughing at her eyebrows in the form of a thoughtful "ha" and a face that looked troubled.

They looked about the same age as themselves, and their height was almost the same as Julian's "longest" among their best friends.

"Or was it that young of a heart if you could read it from Trenia?"

- More than young, it was amazing in my heart. In a very nice way, I was so straight that I was envious.

As Trenia was accustomed to, she picked up and read Angletham's questioning mind and responded.

- That's what makes you so obstinate?.

- Well, "for the first time in my life, I'm genuinely obstinate," so give him a break.

- That's the way you say it, Trenia liked that "prince" - hey?!.

Immediately after Angletham raised her leg on Trenia's side, her leg slipped into that position with speed.

I realize that my girl's best friend is about to step on the back of my leg that I didn't mean to tease her, but I couldn't help but say something that sounded like it as a result.

- I'm telling you, you don't have the slightest "feeling"?!.

- I get it.

But that's how it gets mucky.

- Anglecomb!.

Finally, the girl who turned bright red brewed the "struggle" of the girls.

- Then, later, Rice will deliver it to the church you're going to take care of.

And, with a leg proud of its quickness, it was headed toward the reservoir where there was rice as it was.

A few days later, Trenia made a rice ball for Gloriosa and was told to "go with her" in a rare and adorable way, but Angletham refused to help, smiling and dropping it off.

- Ma'am, I hope your first love doesn't come true.

At a distance where his heart could not be heard, the boy muttered.