Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Gloriosa also has some pretty good memories, though she may be tough, doesn't she?

As I said, if you have good memories, take care of them. "

Trenia Bubaldia is new, encouraging the prince, with handmade rice balls.

"The story of the Goddess of the earth who" appeared "in this world at dawn, when the traveller brokered and" reconciled "with the angel, is also often heard by the Pope in the Church of the King's Capital.

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

Gloriosa Sunflower tells only the purple-eyed girl how determined she is.

The "Kid Admiral" change in the countryside worked beautifully.

Ever since Gloriosa replaced Trenia and Kid Admiral, quite a few, normal days ensue.

Trenia was somewhat able to measure communication with her parents, who had come to live separately with Angletham's "advice".

However, the idea that "you should live separately" can't be wiped. The shape is solidified and I can't move anymore.

Angletham was smart and his father conceded strength to make Gloriosa work mixed with adults from a few days after assuming the post of Kid General.

- Something, Anglecomb, sounds like he said he wanted to work from himself.

It was Julian who had recently started slingshot and hunting practice from his stepfather who had been purchasing such stories.

In a cave where the children of the example gather, I casually say, Trenia, who is on his side, picked up and read his heart and knew that he was about to miss him.

- Anglecomb, because he is originally very responsible. And there were places where I really cared about my own stomach defect.

- If that's what I said, everyone at my place equals a belly attack, Trenia!.

After becoming Kid Admiral, it's totally bright - if Gloriosa said something that even feels too bright, Trenia and Julian smile bitterly at each other.

- Not if you keep the king and the farmer together, Gloriosa.

- Really? Right, I'm a belly-up brother, and the only one who knows my name and face on my sister is my sister here!.

Gloriosa laughs with so much momentum that she glares too brightly.

This is how Trenia and Julian noticed when dealing with the "Prince back to normal".

Trenia, Gloriosa. It's natural.

If Julian secretly thought of the thought on his head, Trenia read and nodded with certainty.

I think Gloriosa has a caregiver.

Someone like me who can penetrate relentlessly, not an easy-going hella. "

Trenia snorts for sure.

Well, I have a super good friend.

- Bizarre encounter, Julian. Me too.

To this, Trenia responds with a voice and gradually rises.

- Hmm? What's going on, Trenia? Julian?.

- Gloriosa, let's make a new best friend.

Trenia laughed nicely and instigated the prince.

- Brother, are you kidding?.

Angletham, who has sneezed three times in a row, is asked by her young sister, who joins her hand with her right hand, in order to head to the church where she can be deposited.

- It's okay. But I had a mild chill, so it could be a cold. Are you guys okay?.

"It's okay," the young siblings said in solidarity.

- Three, sneeze, someone likes Brother Angletham.

I told my brother that the youngest brother, holding hands with his left hand, was rumouring among the children in church.

- Oh, well, then, Anglecomb, there are a lot of girls who look good.

That's what my sister answers in church when she asks me about her belly brother, from a young witch upstairs to a girl her age.

- I would be more thankful to help with my work than to be futilely noisy or plugged in -.

That's all I said, I was stopping my leg once with a pitch.

Let's get this over with and make time for Angletham to read.

I was remembering nature on my head and how a girl with purple eyes could help me farm my share of the work.

(All the time, you shouldn't)

I don't know if it's "first love," but I can tell by looking at her when she talks about him that the first girl who was born to forgive and respect her heart is attracted to the prince who came to this country.

Anglecomb couldn't do anything about it, and the Prince was showing it to Trenia.

I could only listen to Trenia.

I stopped, so my siblings raised their voices and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?" So I said it was nothing and headed back to church.

- Brother Anglecomb, where are you going to treat me today?.

- Today is the task of pruning the ends of the wheat fields by yourself. Later, the Wizard will mow the center better.

- No more relaxing with your sister, Trenia, or your brother Julian?.

―――……

To this, if he silently "pressed" him out quietly, his sister seems to have guessed quite a bit, and he shut his mouth.

My younger brother, just on the left, still seemed indifferent to such things, turned to his brother, who stopped "relaxing," and flickered his little mouth, remembering what his mother had said last night to worry about.

- Hey, did you have a fight with the Trenian lady?.

- I didn't do a fight for nothing. Did your mother-in-law say that?

The smart boy noticed that it was an idea that wouldn't come out of his brother who was too young, and he nodded honestly if he confirmed it.

- Really? Then tell your mother-in-law that Brother Anglecomb didn't have a fight, he just wanted to work.

- To keep up, it's a pleasure, old man.

If I had seen my brother cleverly wrinkle his little jaw, I would have accidentally laughed.

And I laugh, but I worry about my mother-in-law unnecessarily, I'm stunned by my immaturity.

(You might want to show your mother-in-law "where you normally talk to Trenia and Julian" once.)

But when you do, you're bound to meet that "prince".

(Not bad, that's not to say...)

Trenia herself has never been so conscious.

However, when I saw Trenia making rice balls for him and being rarely "girly," I felt warm in the back of my chest and then scratched.

(Since then, it feels like we're together almost every day)

Maybe when you meet Trenia or Julian, you'll soon arrive at a long-haired boy with that crisp black brow, similar to the dog's tail.

(I was stubborn, but I'm sure you're not a "nasty person")

Otherwise, that Julian may have been ordered by his stepfather, but he's not even on his side until he beats him up.

He seems gentle everywhere, tough on anything - he has a cruelty-looking side.

My father-in-law, who is the parent of my upbringing, is quick to spot everything, possibly because he is a hunter.

"It's embarrassing as a hunter to have to carefully target prey, but to miss prey within hesitation."

That's a side that's out in real life, and Angletham and Trenia had noticed, even as he was communicating without difficulty with his surroundings, seeing slingshots and bow-arrow intervals as "people" in prey with sharp eyes in the ocean.

Besides, I practice it "unconsciously," so when I "screw" with its sharpness, most people often cower, but most of them are deluded by his pervasive goodness.

And that prince was excluded from being seen in those "hunter's eyes" from the beginning.

Although this is also unconscious, Anglecam has found out, and maybe Trenia has noticed, that Julian has admitted even in the state where that prince was obstinate in his analogy.

(And how can you be so rude to call me "Prince" at all times?

sure his name is crossandra...... was he gloriosa in the king now)

While I was thinking about it, I arrived at a church where I would keep my siblings, but today I didn't have a best friend girl.

However, if I have shortened my morning greetings lately, I am also kind of embarrassed by my idea of speaking conveniently from here suddenly because I was immediately on my way to farming.

In the meantime, if I handed my siblings over to the witch in charge, he would say "good luck" as usual, so my brother, as usual, did not look back, waved his hand over his shoulder, and headed to the wheat fields entrusted to him today.

Along the way, it's about my best friends that I really think about while wearing the straw hat back to the eye.

(I'm a lot more selfish at making my own "distance" and talking to my mother-in-law about worries, right?)

If Trenia was there, if she thought of a part of herself that seemed so unspeakable and sweet, she twisted her right cheek as much as she wanted.

I sighed slightly at the clear pain.

(... I wish I could clearly see the heartache so far)

From the time I got my mind on it, Angletham knew I was blunt about my heartache.

Being my real mother - even when a woman who was a playgirl in the guo of an accomodation town, far from this countryside, died of illness, I found out that her mother was dead, but I couldn't be depressed.

Originally, I also knew that my real mother was weak, and still a smart boy from an early age thought calmly that it was stranger not to die because her mother always looked at the situation of death and neighborhood every day.

However, when my mother seemed to suffer, I wondered if I could do something about it, and when I was a young girl, I searched for medicinal herbs in the near field that I read in books, and fry them and let them drink.

He stroked his head that it was filial to Guo's "brother" or "Xiao", and when his mother died, he also told him that he could cry, but he couldn't cry.

Originally, he grew up in the Guo of the Inn Town with a well-conceded face from his mother, and it was not strange to be involved in such work, but sometimes it was decided that his father would be taken away.

As her mother's guest, her father was the only one she had ever been allowed to meet, so the young Angletham looked up at the brown man with great surprise.

Normally, it was the only guest I could see, and if someone had the same skin color as me, it was strange that the idea didn't come to mind at all, even though it seemed like it would be tied to my usual self to "I wonder if he's a father".

- So, shall we go?

Without being able to speak much in particular, we leave the lodging town on horseback together.

At the time of his departure, he would say goodbye in tears to the "brothers" and "girlfriends" he had taken care of so far, but Angletham could only thank him carefully and bow his head.

I left Accommodation Town for a long time, and with Padrick, who said he was Anglecomb's father from now on, I went to this countryside.

After leaving Inn Town in the morning, I arrived in the countryside at dusk and was surprised by the silence and darkness of my first time growing up in Inn Town.

While I was surprised, this time I met my brother, who would be "belly hungry", and my next sister, who had just been born to a near-old brother, a stepmother with an unborn younger brother in her belly.

- I'm sorry about your weight period, but the way you put your emotions out, you're a shitty kid. Name's Anglecomb, nice to meet you.

My father politely explains Angletham to his bloated belly, his wife, who is going to be his mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law seemed to have a little difficulty with her big stomach, but replies that I understand.

Angletham at the time, I still don't know for sure, but I only know that I'm going to live here from today - I still politely bowed my head and greeted him.

The room is explained to the age order of the two people in the room and to their mother-in-law, and then Angletham becomes the "second son" and becomes the same room as her eldest brother.

My oldest son and my newly-made "brothers" besides my youngest sister, who had no idea what was going on, looked very sorry for me.

I was given a new pillow and possibly a sleeping roll for a brief evening meal, and that day I was supposed to sleep in the same room as my eldest brother, but as soon as I entered the bedroom, they say something different.

I was told about 10 short and clear things like knowing, and at the end of the day,

- I only see you as the same brother, even if you have a stomachache.

So I went to bed that day.

If it was the next morning, I knew exactly what the word meant.

(Apparently, in the country rather than in this area, the eldest son, who is followed by his father as the head of the family, is strong as a medium position, and absolutely)

Breakfast was picked by the whole family, but next to his father, the only brother for Angletham sits.

Apparently the other brothers didn't care about the order, and the other brothers got to the other seat to avoid beside their eldest son, so Angletham sat beside that empty one.

And there's a lot of family members, and I'm guessing it's to help my weighty stepmother, the farmer brings me a meal.

The dining utensils were also lavish only for my father and brother, and the others were not as simple as the poor minister.

(These must be tough)

With the exception of his eldest son, who was equal and treated the same way, Angletham understood the new situation he had been placed in, including the fact that he had been told 10 things last night.

During the meal, Angletham looked sorry for his belly-up younger brothers when they told him how to handle the "right" dishes, which had never been pointed out much before.

I felt that Angletham himself said it was fine, but the person who was the father didn't say anything, so I know that what my elder brother is saying is right, and I am convinced.

- Excuse me, I'll be careful. This is good, isn't it?.

I honestly answered that, and if I did what my eldest brother said and showed me, it was at first that I was rounded up with scorched tea eyes similar to my brown skin, but I nodded that I was right.

The belly brothers, too, are all aligned and round their eyes, and their faces really look just like those of their eldest brother, Angletham is more in his heart, and he is greatly surprised.

And to my surprise, if I saw my father and stepmother, while my father wouldn't move one expression, my stepmother somehow found me "relieved" by lifting the edge of his mouth just a little, up.

(Maybe you and your brothers weren't close)

My eldest brother said it was a "spirited" atmosphere from day to day, and the other brothers told me after the meal that it was difficult to get close, that the "younger brothers" had told my brother that his new face was too neat.

Then the voice was also raised, "He's prestigious because he's my oldest son, and he's loud for courtesy".

"Dad, even your mother won't tell you anything, but your brother's the loudest"

My younger brothers look at my older brother with green eyes and ask for his approval.

- But your brother didn't say anything wrong.

If Angletham had clearly said so, his younger brothers turned to the same face and circled their eyes, as they did at meal.

- Father, doesn't your mother-in-law say anything because your brother's pointing it out right?

If I made a superb smile and pointed it at my younger brothers, who had brought a lot of "Mister" when I was in Inn Town, I would just blush a little and push them away.

- If your brother tells your father's mother-in-law what he told you again, it'll be louder, so maybe it's just something you won't say.

If I said so, I left the scene to go for a walk to my sister, who was not sweetened by her mother and who was stubbornly flipping on her side without taking part in the brothers' story, because of her proximity to the moon.

Listening to her sister's uncertain song, Anglecomb passes the great path of the country where she first came.

If it's a big road, you can remember it, and if you walk with it, you'll be fine in your first place.

(If I get lost as soon as I get here, my father and my mother-in-law will be annoyed)

With that in mind, Angletham began to somehow guess what he meant by being taken away.

I guess what I'm asking for is a relay to keep my brothers from getting any more obstinate.

Whatever the difference in age, the belly brothers looked just like each other.

However, for some reasons only my oldest son is always concerned, but he is really similar to my younger brothers when I first thought they were not alike but I felt relaxed.

(That would have created a brotherly groove to the point that if I had seen it for the first time, it would have seemed unlike it)

If it was true, it seemed hard for my mother-in-law to wrap up so many brothers, even from anglecam, although it might be something to fix.

(Besides, I'm a real mother, so if I don't pay attention to the words, I get a little rub, even a big one)

This was a boarding town, where I used to watch as big a fight as a man and woman with emotions, a boy candid feeling. Although there would be no men or women or anything in the family, it looked the same with the feeling of admiring a woman named Mother.

All I have to complain about right now is my brother, whose father couldn't say anything to his younger brothers because they were the scariest, and whose mother looked on their side because they weren't loud.

(I'm sure my mother-in-law is most worried about her brother, who's the same kid but has to carry on the trail)

The eldest son, who carries on the traces among his brothers, will live according to it in this country, where the custom of special treatment is rooted, but he still wonders if there are places where he can persevere.

Angletham herself intends to be certain of politeness and words because the place where she grew up is business, but the relationship is not very captive to upward and downward relationships because it was also overflowing with rude and featherless adults.

And what I saw in a place like that is the part where I think "my heart is weaker" the more certain people are.

Until I entered the Inn Town, I was an officer who risked his life for a fine country, but after the booze went in and made a scene with Mr. Guo's ladies, I lay my head on its lap and slept sweet.

"If you're alone, you decide, and you're in a position to think for everyone, this is how you have to breathe, and you can't do it."

He slept with his drunken "good old man" head off his knees as if they were stroking the head of a young child.

- But will I be your brother's breather at work?

Of course, I know they expect me to be in a position to hear or support my brother's weak voice, not like what he and the others are doing.

But then, rather than my brother's self on the breath, my eldest brother seemed to be more effective in talking and sweetening things to my mother in law.

But if my mother-in-law and brother get along, that's how I'm going to applaud my brother's special treatment.

- Medium, it's hard.

- Oh?!, when did the princess of padrick get such a good looking prince?!.

If I was on my first walk with my sister as I contemplated it, Angletham would encounter someone who would come to this countryside and be the first villager outside the family.

Being in front of him apparently walked down the boulevard normally, too, but I had no idea.

Overall, it was a serene atmosphere, with a red scarf around his neck, about the same generation of boy as himself, Julian Zaheto.

Ever since we met yesterday, my sister, who seemed intensely acquainted, has normally greeted him.

Good reception, huh?

- Hi, nice to meet you. I'm going to be this kid's second brother from yesterday.

- Oh, well, then, you're the blatant stash of the farmer, Master Padrick.

It was also a provocative thing to say in a way, but I accepted it as it was because it was a thankful piece of information to Anglecam that I didn't find myself disgusted with the tone and perhaps what was already known in this countryside.

I just can't stand the "kizza" ingredients in his words.

- Smitty, can you stop saying "you," it's too shiny, and it runs like caries.

And beside it, which suppresses the urge to scratch his neck by saying no, he was scratching his little thin neck without hesitation with his sister's unconnected hands.

Apparently, my sister has the same sensibilities around here.

- My name is Angletham Padrick, because I don't mind the perception of being a mistress's child, even if it's a public concealer. It looks like the year is coming up, so please call me Angletham.

Feeling the connection between her sister and blood, if she had introduced herself, the boy with the red scarf around his neck, who until then had just felt good about people, suddenly laughed sarcastically.

- Okay, well, I'm Julian Zaheto, the only hunter's picked up orphan in this country I don't know, say hello.

- Nothing, because I'm not going to compare the humiliation to Julian. But if it's okay, can you tell me about this village?

Kinda kizzy, but humane, and most importantly, he seems to know a lot about this village, so Anglecomb decided to ask him.

Although he is sweet to Mr. Guo for his frequent visits to the Inn Town, I feel that he can "rely on" somewhat because the bow and arrow users who enter the country's five fingers are not similar in face but have similar eyesight.

There was always a sharp glow in it, even though it was a drunken, kidding, "tron" eye.

Julian was carrying the same sharpness with the child's eyes in the good of the person.

- Fine. So shall we go to the flower garden so that the lady (Floyline) who hits Anglecomb's sister doesn't get bored while we're talking?

- Thank you, I just can't stop that quizza?.

Angletham finally couldn't handle it either, and if he noticed, he was scratching his neck muscles tight with his sister.

If you've heard a lot since you moved to the flower garden, Julian still knows something about this countryside.

Moreover, even if there is a rubbing in this village, we also know that its root cause can be very small detention or mood.

And he also understood the "fatigue" of those who would be Angletham's brother.

- Well, since I had the guts, if I could get a big break around here once, the rest would be fine on an annual basis.

- Julian, that's amazing. It's like you can read people's minds.

If Angletham sat on the river plain on the side of the flower garden and said so, the boy with the scarf wrapped around his shiny neck sitting next to him was visibly vicious and then grinned bitterly as to why.

I said something. I do, but I also know you're hesitant, so Anglecomb proceeded at his own convenience.

- But again, I was taken away by this country to breathe my brother and, in the future, to provide assistance.

The words themselves, although perceived as obstinate, were themselves very bright and light.

Angletham says where he stands and where he stays calmly and cleanly everywhere.

I know perfectly well that I cannot work for my brother.

- I still feel like you lack the strength to rest your brother as you wish.

Until yesterday, Guo's brothers and sisters were "working and healing," and the image of the officer responsible for this country overlaps with the one who became my brother the other day, as I have always been careful in Anglecomb.

(It seems to me that the presence of mother-in-law in the position of my brothers will lead me to rest once and for all)

- Anglecomb is cool with these things, and I'm an orphan, so I don't know what "mother" is, so I can't say it well, but I figured I needed something like Mrs. Padrick and your brother's time, right?

Julian seemed thoughtful there, too.

- But I had too many brothers, and my mother-in-law didn't even look like she was anywhere else.

Perhaps if you rub it already, you'll have a new brother. Then it's almost impossible anymore.

My brother is entering a difficult time already called "puberty" so that it will no longer take the hands of my younger brother to give birth next time.

(I don't know, but I wrote about puberty in my book and when I could rub it with my parents.)

Guo, who lived there until two days ago, really had all kinds of guests coming, and the luggage that those people had left was also academic books, and Anglecomb was sneaking in to read.

That's what it says in there, and my brother fits in there.

- I don't know what I'm talking about, but I know what I'm talking about... but how do you know my brother?

- Oh, the Spirit taught me, and perhaps now even that my brothers are the last.

Coming to this country, beside my stepmother to my father, there was a very small spiritual wind and water. Angletham had found it with his beautiful green eyes.

The spirits are also aware of themselves, and they tell a beautiful boy in shape in people that's what he told them, laughing at the couscous.

- Anglecomb, can you use magic even though it's so tiny?!.

Angletham nodded uncomfortably, perhaps with a "same age" boy with a somewhat complicated look when he was told it was tiny.

- I don't even have a properly mentored teacher, to the extent that customers involved in magic have taught me. Besides, it's a spiritual technique that you handle with your senses.

That said, if you popped a little fire lizard out of your fingertips and showed it, Julian would be surprised to hear "Whoa?!".

Fished by that voice, my sister, who was playing in the flower garden, also reacts, and if she looks back, she runs back intrigued by the red glow, like a gem, at her brother's fingertips.

- Oh, you like this, too?.

If you ran and asked your sister back, she was snorting silently.

- This is the only person who told me about the mother who gave birth to me.

If you said it to Julian and his sister, the boy usually speaks "hee" and impresses them, and his sister still looks silently and enthusiastically.

"This is my favorite magic.

I don't know why, but I'm very attracted to him. "

After I started to fall asleep, I said it in a voice that my mother would say and whisper to Anglecam, and she told me.

My son remembered once to summon the Lizard Spirit of Fire, so he completely forgot to connect the story this way until he summoned the Spirit.

And my sister, who was half-blooded, stared eagerly at the Spirit of Fire, and Julian, who was in good hands, came up with something.

- Julian, can you help me out a bit?.

It just occurred to me that Angletham alone is difficult to accomplish, so he asks for help from a boy who seems clever about everything sitting next to him.

The boy, after leaking his voice, um, shows how he thinks about it.

(I shouldn't, a little too used to it)

Angletham regrets himself even thinking he's on track, looking at the boy with the scarf around his neck.

I thought I had to be cautious about getting involved with this country guy, one way or the other, but he's good on this one - he's forgiving the feeling to a boy who's too good.

And I've already had a feeling of intimacy in my chest that I've been friends with for a long time.

I've never been friends before.

I grew up in the dormitory town, Guo, there were many people, they were all thick to love, noisy, and I never had any dreary thoughts, but the fact that no one was near the age also seemed to have a hole in my chest.

In that empty gap, the scarf-wrapped boy comes soothingly and naturally.

I am, but Julian might be different.

Ask for it yourself, and if you try to give me no, fine, I'll get a short reply back.

- But if you cooperate, if Anglekham promises to be friends with Julian Zaheto.

When I heard that word, it felt like the hole I'd been opening, filled with something and buried and disappeared.

The warmth spread not only at the fingertips that were embodying the lizard of the flame, but also at the back of the chest, making the back of the nose only a little too tingly painful.

-... if it's okay for me, my concubine, to know that I'm a mistress's child in this village.

- Oh, what, what did you care?! Then I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It was just a little strange that I felt I was really happy that my "friends" of the same year or so could normally exchange words.

- Angletham will be belly hungry, too, but he's pretty patient with your brother. I mean, you're being strong. Mom, did you cry properly when you were sad when you died?.

Angletham shook his neck slowly to the left and right.

- Because my mother has been a weak person since I realized.

Even a man named Mother told me many times that there would probably be a breakup soon enough to go on.

"So don't make a fuss if I die.

Perhaps Guo's people will grieve greatly, so Anglecomb should remain calm. "

He said such things in words that were neither jokes nor serious, as if they were stories that could be made to be heard every day.

So she assumed that if she was someone who would soon be gone, she wouldn't miss goodbye.

Julian laughs bitterly when he tells her about it.

- Your mother, she looks smart, but she looks clumsy. I don't mean to say anything bad about Guo, but I could use magic, so I wonder why I was in that place.

- Isn't that because her mother was beautiful?. Besides, the magic is Guo's. The brothers were all able to use it, right?

I tried to mouth the facts, but put them in my mouth, and the boy who first left the boarding town thinks a little.

(... Was the place I thought was "Guo of Inn Town" actually different?)

All of a sudden, the outline of the place that I've always thought of as a "common guo" feels like a blurry object.

(What the hell was that place?)

- The word beauty shakes my heart violently, but well, no. In the meantime, let me hear about Anglecomb's operation now. We're gonna work together, so let's be friends.

Julian plugs in the words and stops Angletham from thinking about Russia.

- Right, now more than that, you're family.

I'm not obsessed with places where I can't go back.

When my mother said something similar, I can't remember much anymore.

- Yeah, well, the past, the future, it's still important. So, what do I do?. Friends!.

- I will be your friend, please, can you handle that shiny spot...

Anglecomb thought, it's easy.

In order to leave my mother-in-law and my eldest brother alone, I asked myself and Julian to take me outside and leave them alone for a long time.

- Apparently, my father's blood muscles like "lizards of fire," and maybe I can instigate that.

- Well, then, here I am!.

With that said, I took a slingshot out of the leather bag I was wearing on my hips.

If my father-in-law was a hunter, I thought the flying gear was a "weapon," but when he seemed unexpectedly childish and rounded his green eyes, Julian seemed to have guessed it and laughed niggly.

- It may look like a simple toy, but it's pretty awesome, huh?.

If that's what I said, I picked up a pebble in the river plain and Julian put up a slingshot.

There is nothing particularly "targeted" in front of you.

However, the righteous son of the hunter had set a goal.

- Like this, dude!.

A little white butterfly was dancing on the flower garden with wings ahead of the "Byun" and the sound of air, which could be followed with hard green eyes.

Four of its little white butterflies, wrapped in feathers, split apart to scatter in the air, and dance in the wind.

Even as if a small life had broken up into four smaller pieces and begun to fly, for a moment it seemed to be wrong, but what was done was the opposite.

And the flying pebble was falling across the shore, making a cute little noise.

- Brilliant. But you look sweet, and you do pretty awful things.

Angletham turns up her thoughts, glad that her sister was obsessed with her firelizard.

- But it's also what the hunter needs most.

If it's "aimed", don't hesitate, stop it with a single blow.

Julian's eyes, which also seemed to be out of light, had a small white dot in them, suddenly bringing "kindness" back into it.

- So, these things, you like them, "children".

The smile that just floats is not a good looking grin of a person, but a sarcastic grin, and I saw a beautiful boy who had become a friend already before I cooperated.

- Even you, aren't you a child, Julian? But I'm very convinced, so please, in that form.

- Then you've made up your mind. Then I'm coming, Mr. Padrick.

That's what I said, Julian got up.

- If I came to my first place and made friends the same year or so quickly, your father and your new stepmother would be relieved? Those people, they're very responsible.

When I made it Anglecomb, I laughed bitterly at Julian's switch, which I felt was somewhat too early.

- You must be a really sweet, cruel, fast-spinning person. But that's very reliable, my friend.

Angletham tells her thoughts as she says no to her sister and then extinguishes the lizard of fire and takes her little hand.

To the sentiment, in front of her chest under a red scarf, Julian nodded proudly in arms with a slingshot.

- I can fall in love with a man because he's the best man, because your stepfather says so. I'm going for it, too.

From that appearance, the relationship between the orphan and the hunter's parents and children is felt to be really good, and he smiles unexpectedly and asks what he comes up with.

- Could it be that your kizza is that father-in-law giving in?.

- Yeah, but keep it to yourself?. My father-in-law taught me the "trick" of Kiza because he was my righteous son.

It seemed important there, and he was clearly told as he bagged the slingshot.

- Okay, the only person who knows the hunter is Kiza is his righteous son, Julian Zaheto. I don't speak out.

- Thank you.

I pinched my young sister between them, and Julian taught me all sorts of ways.

- As long as we have something in common, even if blood isn't connected, it's a fine parent-child connection.

- I can't beat the stunning brown skin of the Padrick family anywhere, although it also looks like a family connection.

The boys laughed loudly from the bottom of their bellies after being shaped to praise each other.

- You and I have always wanted to be friends.

- It's my life to have a goodbye. Whatever I do, I'll take your side. And my friend's family!.

I just don't know what it means to capture words a little bit, and Angletham twists his neck.

- Yeah, well, does that mean including my sister here or my newly-made brothers?.

- But I also meant "if Angletham made a family".

- My family... I think it's going to be a long way ahead.

But I'm really sincerely glad that Julian also has the feeling that Angletham will be friends for much longer than he thinks.

- So, Angletham will be smart, so you can teach my kids what I can't study.

- That's a lot quicker, too, and it's a long story.

If I got to the house, my stepmother, who was just a weight, would be at the entrance to the mansion by herself for dinner, trying to get in with a large amount of vegetables on her.

When my youngest sister found her mother and called her out loud, she looked straight back and seemed to confirm this one.

Julian ran over to Mrs. Padrick's side when Anglecomb's stepmother found out she had a baby in her stomach.

- If you don't take care of the baby, you will.

and arrive in front of my mother-in-law with Julian, who uttered a slightly puzzling word to Angletham as she ran out.

I made a friend, I briefly introduced him.

Apparently, my mother-in-law found out immediately that Julian was the adopted son of a hunter who lived at the entrance to the woods, with a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The fact that my friend made it right to my righteous son, whom I just picked up yesterday, does not move my expression to Julian's humane atmosphere, but it is conveyed to the boys that my mother-in-law is relieved.

"Let's keep talking within a good impression," the clever boy and the carefree boy glanced at for a moment, communicating his will.

First the righteous son of the hunter, with a slightly itchy wording,

- Since we're friends around the corner, I'd like to take a walk around the country with you tomorrow, with the exception of my eldest son, who accompanies my parents, Lady Padrick, so that Angletham "Kun" can get used to it, my beautiful wife.

And where Mrs Padrick was itchy, she made such a suggestion with words that would make her itchy chase.

Julian stares at her friend's mother-in-law in the mood for more "itchy words" if she shows any difficulty.

One stepmother doesn't realize that there is such a prospect, he compares Angletham to Julian, and then thinks of his sons except his eldest son.

Even my righteous son, who had a definite impression from the first meeting, thought it was impossible for a boulder to take care of a few younger brothers by himself, who were still too haunted.

However, regardless of whether the hunter's righteous son and the boy he brought in today are smart or not, I got the impression that he was going to be great and distracted, so I think he's going to be fine.

- I think Angletham and Julian will be fine.

And, personally, he gave me permission.

- It's just that it's still the end of the day after your father gets back. We'll be back soon, so you both wait in the mansion.

Just around that time Mrs. Padrick said that peacefully.

His father and his eldest brother, who had accompanied him to work to succeed him in his tracks, had finished his day of work and appeared near the mansion gate.

The first thing I noticed about my father was also my youngest sister, and now he runs to the gate with a voice "old man".

- What, you already made friends... hmm?

The father immediately figured out that someone other than his family was the righteous son of the hunter.

However, I am quite surprised at what reason.

My mother-in-law tells me that Angletham and Julian are friends.

Then this time, I was surprised enough to raise my eyebrows, and the eldest and second son, which I could understand, accidentally saw their father at the same time, and then looked at each other.

If he was surprised by three with his father, eldest son and second son, Julian, who was the cause of the surprise, wore Angletham's arms small so that he could not be noticed around him.

Then, as he had been meeting on his way home, Angletham opened his mouth wide and spoke somewhat deliberately to his mother-in-law with a body called "a newcomer who is not familiar with the rules of this country".

- Yes, Mother-in-law!. If I'm supposed to spend a day with my younger brothers tomorrow, why don't you and your brother spend some time together? Before I went to bed yesterday, brother, because I seemed a little lonely.

In this statement, my oldest son was blushing in the next moment, surprised by his eyebrows, just like his father earlier.

- Anglecomb, what are you talking about?!.

Stuffed with a bright red face, Angletham said, "Did something taste bad?" The eldest son puckered his mouth and wouldn't go on any further.

- Huh. When a low laugh came in there and everyone on the spot turned to the Lord at the same time, the man who would head the Padrick family was laughing.

- I've thought about it a lot, but if it's true, I'll see my younger brothers, so I should have made time for you and my mother.

- Father...

My oldest son first guessed that his father was making such a statement after seeing everything as he looked back.

Angletham, if he saw Julian more, has his hands behind his head and a nihil grin as a child.

- But I'm sorry. I'm really busy at work, and as a parent, I feel sorry for not being able to make those times for him.

I had never shown it before, I was shown the face of my father, and my eldest son was greatly upset.

An eye that includes some nostalgia, but also sharpness, for an upset eldest son with a relatively calm grin and then a gaze at his second son.

- Anglecomb.

- Yes, Father. Just a few moments, you don't miss the righteous son of the hunter and the "son of the whore" of Guo, who seemed impeccable to his weighty wife.

And the mother-in-law, who was pointed at me, still wouldn't move her expression, but she nodded small and replied, "Go ahead."

- The person who became your mother was beautifully guided, but just expressing her feelings sucked everywhere.

- Heh. Parents and children!.

- Here, don't interrupt even though your father is talking!.

Julian gently adds "tea" with his oldest son's blushing face.

The voice of the boy, who is strictly raised as his eldest son, goes to the hall inside, but he seems to be "hella" and doesn't care about the boy sitting on his liver at all.

If his father looked at his eldest son like, "Don't deal with him," he would honestly pull but stare at Julian. I can't help but admire my oldest son.

That's how I said it, and if I exhaled a small breath out of my mouth, I speak to Angletham, my second son, again.

- And the ploy she had in mind was a truly brilliantly skillful "piece".

I'm just a little surprised by the "real mother" story that started in Russia, but surely Angletham can be heard.

- It's just that times were tranquil, and the place where she was born and raised didn't recognize that "ruse" talent and didn't need it. The word "ruse" makes me wonder and feel like my chest bounces.

And I feel that my relationship with my mother was a "friend" to my father, who uses the word "work".

- I think you're probably taking over from your mother except for the color of your skin.

In that word, I still get the impression that what I'm being asked for as a role here is "what I said".

- Can I ask you a favor?.

- Yes. Still, that's how I asked for it, and I knew what was admitted was a "good thing" to be a child's heart.

- Well, Julian Zaheto.

Suddenly, Padrick talks to the hunter's adopted son, whom his second son brought home, not his wife, eldest son or daughter.

- What is it, Padrick's husband?

- Never made a friend in this country before. You think my second son would accept me as a friend?

In this father's remark, Angletham raised his eyebrows and had his green eyes round.

- Nothing, it's not like you don't have one friend. Yay, because you really have one, Angletham?!.

I was rarely in a panic for a boy named Julian for the statement "no friends", but when I breathed out of my nose small, I pounded my tongue and looked at the "husband," Padrick opened his mouth wide again and the story began.

- Your adoptive father, the Hunter, won't say anything, but let me tell you that my righteous son is "worried that he won't try to make friends" as the person who will help to consolidate this farm.

If I said that, I would look quietly at the "eldest son" I had just admired.

"These things are also my job as a gatherer," he tells me with his eyes. The eldest son was deep and snorted with certainty.

- So, I can be friends with Angletham?

- Becoming friends, then, is up to the child to decide for himself. However, there are times when parents need to advise on the relationship.

- You look belly black.

Julian says that familiarly again, and his eldest son stares.

- That's what your second friend's mother said. Well, I'm hungry. And I don't care about tomorrow, you should come play with your friends.

If that's what you said, then suddenly the father moves and holds the vegetables that the mother had.

- I just said, "I suck at expressing my feelings," if you're my friend, please.

That's what I said, and all I said was, "We're done talking," and I walked into the house.

In the words "hungry," the mother noticed that a considerable amount of time had passed.

- Immediately, I'll arrange dinner for you, so do the same. Julian, would you like to eat too?.

As the "wife" of the gatherer, she didn't forget to pay attention either.

However, Julian shakes her neck as much as a red scarf wrapped around her neck shakes.

- Fine, ma'am. My father-in-law is waiting for me, and I have to tell him that I made a second friend.

Even though it was still a shitty rhetoric, there was an obvious appearance of caring for my stepfather and wanting to solve "misunderstandings".

- Well, then, "tomorrow," including Angletham, thank you for the youngest child.

- I'll take care of it, ma'am.

To Julian, who seems to be kizzy to the end, he laughs bitterly and takes his last sister inside, who sticks to her mother after her father enters the house.

- Anglecomb, Julian. The first "ploy went well," the moment the farmer's second son and the hunter's adopted son were just a little distracted.

When my oldest son called me by name, the two were perfectly distracted.

So you can avoid the usual fist bones. Gong! "and two people and get it on their heads in a row.

Apparently, his eldest son was trained in martial arts as a trail, and his inevitable fists became quite "heavy" and excited by the shock to the heads of the younger boys.

So both Julian and Angletham crouch on the spot, whispering a small groan and holding down where their fists struck directly.

- I don't know what your ploy is, but my father and mother are going to ride your childish ploy because I'm nostalgic! Give me a minute, and from now on, speak!.

If that's what I said, my oldest son left two nagging boys on the spot and walked into the house just like the rest of the Padric family.

- Ittete, my father-in-law said, but really, this country is a lot of tyranny in the "mess" of the trail.

Complaining about his eldest son as Julian, who had eaten fist bones in his brain first, stood up.

- As far as I can tell, I think Julian and his brother are just not compatible. Plus, I was flattered by the way we plotted, but I didn't end up telling you to stop.

Angletham rubbed his forehead, calmly expressing his thoughts.

- Well, you can thank us, right?! Why are you fist bones!.

- Brother, they think it's "lightning up".

Once Julian complains, Angletham calmly analyzes and returns it.

My friend sighs as he removes his hand from the brain as he finds out it's not coming off.

- On the second day I met you, do you realize that Anglecomb will understand so much, in a way, brother?.

The concerned boy looked slightly but worried about a slightly older young man who was said to be incompatible with him.

- It's okay, because my role is only to support your brother. I would never give anything away.

Besides, what Angletham really wants to try is something more different, although I can't exactly describe it in words yet.

(One family peace is connected in order to preserve peace in one countryside)

I grew up in Guo, and although there was something in the book that I could read from the customer's luggage that touched what I said, I also feel like I immediately met him today.

My father didn't think to impose patience on anything because he was his oldest son, and he was worried about his righteous son, a hunter who lived on the edge of this country.

I'd like to look into these things.

I suppose what is required as my future is to support the eldest son of the Padrick family, who delivers this whole country, but if I have the time, I'd like to study that sort of thing.

And if the day has come when it can help something...

Yeah, but to do that.

In "The Second Son of a Farmer," there is no "dream" to be fulfilled.

- Something, something fun to think about, but you know it's unrealistic and you can't think about it, and it's a shitty face.

I am surprised that the boy who became my friend today read my mood beautifully, and I raise my face, which was bending over.

- Oh, did you?!.

I know I wasn't so sure I read it, I make a smile that Guo told me I looked troubled by accident.

- Yeah, roughly....... was the expression coming out of my face enough to read?.

- Yeah, it was hard to read Ningro, so I checked until I put it in my mouth.

I don't know what to say myself, but I'm willing to read emotions and stuff because I'm a spinner.

With his right hand in his mouth, Julian slowly opens his mouth as he contemplates.

- Because of me, Angletham's in the hard to read category.

- Really?

The answer is that the strange emotion of peace of mind and loneliness comes to the "top" of Anglecam's chest.

- If it's a rush or something, it could be a strength.

Julian doesn't mind if he sounds "strong" to his friends, Angletham replies in that way.

And my friends saw it that way, and they were frightened.

- Really, that kind of thing, Padrick's husband said, "sucks." So, if you thought you were lonely, you could look as lonely as you want, Angletham?. We're kids.

Julian says that to his friends, even though he thinks what he's saying is "not childish".

- Well, I know it's in me to feel lonely, but I don't know if it's enough to put it on my face.

I "learned" that the rush of emotion grew up in everyday tea places and that, in one way or another, putting too much on the table was more detrimental.

The complicated part of her mood, too, Julian reads to me, says nothing more, just squeezes her shoulders small.

- Well, no. Tomorrow, after breakfast, I'll bring ingredients to make a slingshot of Angletham's brothers. Meet me here, okay?.

When Julian asked to confirm, Angletham nodded with certainty.

- Yes, here. Thank you very much. Okay, I'll drop you off at the gate.

This was also like a habit where I grew up.

- If I'm a girl, if such a beautiful boy drops me off, don't fall in love with me in one shot.

I mouthed the last "kizza" of the day and reached the gate location.

So, as I suddenly recall, Julian looks back and "fists" his hand.

- Oh, yeah, Anglecomb, like me, put your hands on a "bump".

- Here's the thing, huh?.

Like Julian does, if he fisted it out, he was hit by a "con".

- "Han" greets each other. Bye!. That said, my first friend left that day.

The next day, my mother-in-law, combined with her brothers' lunches, except for her eldest son, had also woken up early in the morning to cover Julian's portion.

- Nice to meet you about my youngest sister.

Before I left, that was all I was overlapping and noticed, so I snorted for sure.

And in a small voice, but I also got the word "thank you".

Originally, Julian and Anglecomb thought about it in order to breathe for their eldest brother, but as a result, the events of the day lead to a reduction in distance from their new brothers.

In the morning, my younger brothers teach my new brother a place in this neighborhood that I couldn't get around yesterday, including Julian.

My youngest sister Angletham and Julian took turns, cuddling and shouldering, and came about not guzzling.

But near noon, it would still be tight, so I took lunch in Kawahara, where there was also yesterday's flower garden, which is also my sister's favorite.

I didn't move from there anymore, and had a pretty good time coaching the lizards of fire Angletham called out and how to make Julian's brief slingshots and make them together.

It's just that a large number of Padrick family children have been traveling around various places since the morning, which is remarkable in rural villages.

Moreover, the fact that there is always a hunter's righteous son, who is alone, and a boy with beautiful green eyes whose skin color looks just like it, but whose face is not normal, was spreading like a wind ride.

The spectacular spread was manifested by the phenomenon of residents of the area passing through the place in order to see the children relaxing in the river plains after noon.

- Something feels like you're being viewed as a rare creature.

Angletham had a chilling grin, made a crown of flowers for her sister, and put her on the same hair-colored head to do it.

- A few names, some "ladies" for Angletham, I think.

Julian laughed bitterly as she helped Angletham's younger brothers who couldn't get a good slingshot done.

- I'll tell you what, I may be good at making faces, but as a person, it's not funny.

That's the word that the person who became the mother's guest said in Guo, in the dormitory town. "My face is just beautiful, I'm not talking, I'm not funny, I'm clear and I'm not loving you.

He's a parent and a child, and he looks like a doll with different skin colors. "He did a big trick at work, and he was in a big mood, and his mother entertained him as a" flush "because whoever he was dealing with wouldn't replace him.

In doing so, it was a word I was told to meet my face by chance.

Though I didn't mean to worry about it, the fact that it's in my heart still makes me realize that I care.

(Does this lead to your father saying that expressing emotions sucks?)

I find that Angletham has been thinking about his own appearance, so I leave the youngest sister to my friends' younger brothers for just a moment to talk to again.

- Though I think Angletham is funny in a good way. Besides, I'm sure there's someone like me who might like it.

I say so confidently that I ask Julian remembering the people who have liked me so far.

- Is that an adult lady?.

So Julian showed "Ni" his teeth and shook his neck left and right.

- Yeah, no, it's a child. So, very "good boy".

Julian's words remind me yesterday that he hastily told my father like a saying.

It's not like I don't have a single friend.

- Oh, so you're talking about Julian's other friend.

I nodded, pointing my thumb upwards.

- That's Angletham! That's a good guess. You're right. I'm sure it feels good. The kid, too, is the kind of kid who's smart like Anglecomb, caring too much about the other guy, and loses money.

- That's a word I don't know if you're being praised or denigrated.

That's what I said then, I had a bitter laugh in the true sense of the word, but I was very excited to see the kid, and that was Trenia.

Girl with her hair tied to "offering", which is more suitable for the expression "Rin" than cute.

But above all, it was the purple eyes that attracted me.

- Nice to meet you, Angletham.

- Nice to meet you. I accidentally greeted her normally at first, but from the moment I saw her eyes, the anecdotes in the "book" that I had been reading from an early age to gather together overflowed my mind one after the other.

♪ Purple eyes ♪

♪ Blessed are you ♪

♪ They say she's also a witch ♪

♪ I can pick up people's minds and read ♪

I tidied up those information in my head and took the form of greeting sentences.

From there, the Rin and Cute Witch smiled if in her head she had "greeted and introduced herself" and directed it toward Trenia.

- Yeah, I just picked it all up, Angletham. You know things, and these sorcery-related people are amazing with green eyes after all ".

It doesn't resemble a person named Mother at all, nor should she be different from herself in her years, but the girl felt as if she was carrying something called motherhood since she was born.

She didn't care at all, though she thought that even though she would hear her heart, she'd just thought of something that might be "rude" to a woman.

- Ningro, as far as I love babies, it's my biggest compliment, Angletham.

Immediately after becoming friends with Trenia, the babies, spirits, who were in the stomach of their mother-in-law, said, for Anglecam, the last brother was born.

Friends who love babies - if they are, can we go see the babies?!. I mean, please! Show me your baby!.

And when Angletham asked his mother-in-law, who was about to pull lightly, begging him, he looked greatly unexpected, but he immediately convinced me if he gave Trenia's name.

In the meantime, Trenia came to visit her "sympathy" because if she was just born and her mother-in-law was resting on her body, it would be easy to take time. For some reason, Julian was also arriving.

- Because Trenia, who saw the baby, could wander into that cuteness and become butter. I came to see it.

He had brought me a statement that could also be taken as such a joke, a souvenir with goat meat, that his stepfather's hunter had finished in the mountains with a serious face.

In this area, they dismantle livestock sheep and behave as meat dishes when there is something noticeable, but the best explains it to me first with wild goats.

- Although the smell is a little tight, if I eat it, my breast milk will come out better. But if you smell it, you can give it to Padrick's husband, he likes it.

As Angletham thanked him, when he received a souvenir from Julian, Trenia also rushed to remove the bottle from the basket he was holding.

- Oh, I brought Radish water candy, too, and it's definitely a time for me to care a lot about drugs and honey. If this is the case, don't worry about breast milk, because it's good for your body and you can drink it.

Then... care about your surroundings, sneak up on Anglecomb,

- And your brother looks like he has a cold, so maybe I should give him this candy. "It would be bad if your mother and baby had anything to do with it," she said. "I'm going to the dance, because I think I'm very patient.

And whispered.

- I was just on my way to work with Padrick's husband, and I slipped up with him.

As always, I was flattered. You didn't complain because you had a bad throat?

When Julian tells her to make fun of herself, Trenia probably hears "Complaints about Julian I said in my heart" with a bitter laugh.

- Thank you, I'll move on to my brother later.

I didn't even show my family how ill I was with fine dust, so it was hard to hear this.

As Anglecomb's role, all he wants is to help his brother support the area.

But if my impatient brother kept his mouth shut, there are some parts that I can't support.

- Anglecomb would have done more. Even magic, if it's those green eyes, is proof that they have considerable power.

Having carefully picked up and read the feelings of caring for her family and what Angletham should do, Trenia says she wants her friends to try more possibilities.

- Right, but first, if you've become a child in the house here, I'd like to do your part there.

- "Role in this house."

If it wasn't for my mind, Angletham, who saw quite a shade in Trenia's purple eyes, but whose mind could not read, couldn't have known why.

That's when I hear the baby cry slightly.

In the next moment, the shade that was in the purple eyes disappeared at once, and a bright smile shone at Russia.

But soon, Trenia tightens her mouth.

- This is the way milk cries, so you have to wait a little longer before you ask.

I calmly say that in my mouth, but as for my feelings, I wanted to see the baby immediately, and I knew immediately that it was unnaturally soggy, as did Angletham and Julian.

"Shit, he seems restless to want to see the baby, so can we do something about it?"

"Shall I ask your help?. If you're a girl, you might not mind."

I know Trenia picks me up and reads it, but my two boyfriends had a brilliant conversation with each other with their gaze.

- Really?! Are you sure?!.

And because it reacted so much, Anglecomb quickly headed to a place where his mother and helper looking after his new brother were cold.

The first time I met her, she taught me, "As far as I can hear my heart," and when I got to an open distance, I wondered if it might be hard for my friends to be at home.

At that time, I was surprised at the darkening of her expression, and although I couldn't say anything or think about it, I was worried that she was very responsive to the word "home".

I still come to this place and the sun is shallow Angletham, but I don't hear about Trenia's parents "blood disconnect" like myself or Julian.

Besides, if that happened, I think my first friend would tell me.

But if it was "not going well with my real family," I felt like I was going to be talking very, very much.

(Like Trenia, I wish I could pick up the voice of my heart)

It seems good and bad to be able to pick up your mind and read it, but when friends are in trouble, I want to use that power to help them.

But even if I find out what caused it, I also know that I can't do anything about my child right now.

With that in mind, if I asked my mother-in-law through her helper, Trenia, who loved the baby, gave me immediate pleasure, apparently famous.

- Anglecomb, thank you so much!.

If you hear back from your mother-in-law, the girl has a bright look and goes to see her younger brother after the birth of her friend.

- Julian, for what reason did Trenia choose you as her first friend, who never made friends before?.

- I don't choose. I don't choose. Well, I guess the biggest reason is because I felt like being friends. It's the same with Angletham.

I told my brown-skinned friends the part where I had no trouble speaking honestly because I couldn't fit in and didn't want to lie to them.

I realize that Angletham isn't the only reason, but it's the part where he told me honestly, and I'm not dissatisfied, and I'm convinced, so I won't ask any more.

Julian, on the other hand, wanted to be friends most of all because of his true feelings since he met Angletham and Trenia.

The reason for this in the first place was that my father-in-law recommended it, but I actually met him, and most importantly, I got interested.

Here, if we weren't friends, it seemed unusual and aggressive for Julian because we didn't even have time to be friends.

That's how the three of us became friends, stayed calm, and Angletham thought at the time that time was just passing.

A few years later, suddenly, the king's youngest son arrives for no reason, and the calm begins to shake.

Angletham, in one way or another, is initially less involved with this prince.

One way or another, my best friends - at first, Julian seemed to care.

However, when I heard the story, Anglecam honestly felt that it was a good friend Julian Zaheto's behavior.

Julian is sweet.

When the story of the prince from Wang Du first came up on the subject.

If you listened in the cave where the children gathered, the hunter's adopted son was good at relaying the unfamiliar children who came to the village for the first time, and sometimes the adults rumored to be "Miyako Oichi".

In saying that, adults, anyway, some of the children, of course, have become close to him in good hands.

Angletham's belly brothers also liked Julian from the time we guided the village together.

But even when I saw him walking alone and chasing him, he said he was somehow "deceived".

If you asked this somewhat when Julian and I were together, he would laugh with regret and tell you why.

- I don't mean to be a werewolf, but I want to concentrate on this guy's practice alone.

That said, he took out his favorite slingshot and showed it to me.

- After that, my friends, the people I'm always with, they didn't fit my values.

Just when you need it, just when you want to see me.

However, it seems that the first time that Trenia or Angletham wanted to be friends was when they thought about those values.

The strange thing about my friend's "friendship" was Trenia. If she was as bright and refreshing as she was, I felt like she was about the same age girl's friend.

I keep it a secret outside of my family, the power of being able to read my mind, and if I were a daughter as compassionate as she is, I'd feel like I could hide it well and maybe a few of my friends.

I wouldn't dare ask, and even if my friends came for the baby, and I didn't have to wonder about the question, the reason Trenia herself spoke to me when my youngest brother was "high" enough.

- The girl in the village, she's interested in me, but she seems hesitant to be my friend about my family.

At that time, Angletham didn't know what it meant, but my mother-in-law told me somehow. It just makes me feel the reason for it "on the ground" instead of teaching it with my mouth.

That was the time when children and women gathered for simple farming.

At first, when we met, Angletham was completely unaware of the fact that she was Trenia's mother.

If you look at it the next time, you can clearly see that the colours of the eyes are different, that the handmade decorations of the garments you wear, the hair quality, the contours of the face, etc. are "similar".

However, the atmosphere involved is clearly different.

And a man named my friend's mother was also letting the atmosphere of confusion about the behavior of the group come true.

But when it came to work, I was finishing the job faster and more politely than anyone else's stepmother.

If my mother-in-law praised it, I would be happy to, but this task itself is responsible for the interaction of the country ladies, so "finishing it quickly and politely" unfortunately becomes an off course of action.

My mother-in-law coughs up and says quietly that she is about to start talking to Hisohiso.

That's when my brother, who was taking a nap he was bringing, wakes up and guzzles.

At that moment, I thought, "This man is my friend's mother."

The moment I find out I have a baby, my joyful face is really, just like Trenia's, amazing.

My mother-in-law looks really happy when she asks me to take care of the baby, snorts, and the look and feel goes with her friends.

- It's not "bad" or "shouldn't" or "no," but I think there's something "unacceptable."

Tell him to tell Angletham quietly, clearly and only.

That was my mother-in-law's word, which I could also accept as if I were "consulting".

I have a stepmother who is "confused" about how to hang out with her friend's mother, even though she has the trust to safely take care of the baby.

And even as the wife of a farmer who brings this area together, I was wondering if this wasn't a good idea.

Angletham is as small and as sure as his stepmother - but I won't stop Trenia and her friends.

If I told you that, I thanked my righteous son, as small as I was relieved, with only emotion in my voice saying "thank you".

My mother-in-law praised me here, so I won't be told, but if I must have gone home, the ladies are talking about this.

I wonder what mothers with daughters of the same generation in Trenia say to their daughters.

A smart friend, even if the girl has spoken better, takes a distance from herself if she hears in her mind a lot from her parents about the "mother of the Bubaldia family".

In the unlikely event that she becomes friends with the daughter of a person whose parents have not told her well, it will also be intolerable for Trenia if the daughter becomes unfriendly with her parents.

Such things were also easy to imagine for Anglecam.

If I was a little concerned and asked my eldest brother about Trenia's "father" before entering each bedroom, he still had "confusion" on the table, just like his mother-in-law.

And again, in the same way, if I told her that I was not going to stop Trenia and her friends, she said, "Well," but I found that my brother was relieved.

And the next day, when I met Trenia, I really thought of something like that in my mind.

At first, I thought he came with a bright smile as usual, but immediately gave me a pitiful look.

- Don't have bad sympathy. Because when they do, it gets worse.

- I get it.

To be a friend of Trenia, she picks up her heart and reads it, and no one gets hurt not to worry if she becomes friends with this guy.

Angletham thought it was conditional on a child being "independent" who did not have a place with his parents - though.

Coming to this country, the last son of the king of this country came, and things like the decision that was made by three of my best friends upset me at the bottom of my heart that I was about to change shape.

Even the girl who could read her best friend's mind didn't notice the upset because it was something she didn't even notice at first.

Angletham clearly admitted the upset that was in him when he told the prince - to Gloriosa, when he saw his best friend dressed up as a definite girlfriend when he made rice balls and took them.

At first, I thought it was like a common first love.

I also thought Trenia was adorable, but more than that, the more the fact that she made Rice Ball for that newly-arrived boy she made next time, the more my chest aches why.

(I wonder why Trenia would want him to go so far to Gloriosa.)

In a way, with the power of their eyes, children in this area could not be rubbed to a large extent.

No matter how much wisdom Angletham had as a child or how much Julian distracted herself, the rubbing was about to happen due to something she couldn't think of.

Trenia intervenes several times with the power of purple eyes to take care of children in villages when they are about to have a big fight or when girls have difficulty adding or subtracting each other's hearts.

But the girl who "solved" it avoided any further intervention.

This time, too, I was just thinking that if Gloriosa's "obstinate heart" and the depression in Trenia disappeared and General Kid took his place, it would be until then -

Soon, the beautiful brown boy stops to pitch when he tries to reach the wheat field where he is asked to prune his surroundings.

(Am I "stubborn" after all?)

It is very, very difficult to describe because it is not a clear pain.

I have noticed that my thoughts have been grand many times already.

Neither Trenia nor Julian, nor a boy named Gloriosa Sunflower, who is new to this place, have done anything wrong.

Of course there is no such thing as complaining about two dear best friends.

However, both Julian and Trenia are embarrassed as soon as they find out that they have been hanging up on a newly arrived boy.

And I gradually accepted that I have the kind of "admiration" I have for "mother", especially for Trenia, an emotion that I can't speak to, and I don't want my heart to be read.

(Whether it's "first love" or admiration for her mother, Julian won't be able to see Trenia until this feeling grows up.)

I know this "avoid" behavior is causing my younger siblings and mother-in-law to worry around, but there is something like "pride" in Angletham on the boulder.

I read books and stuff everyday and say "crap," but when I have to be myself, I quite "come".

- Quick story, I can't admit that I'm a "headstrong" with all my knowledge. Unless it's pitiful.

- Whoa, whoa! Anglecomb!.

A familiar but unheard voice reached Anglecam's ear.

However, the voice that calls out sounds familiar and makes you feel that what you know so well about Angletham is sufficient.

If you lifted the front of the hat by picking up the lid of the hat, which did not look good due to the straw hat being worn at the depth of your eyes, something hard to believe came in the green eyes.

- Anglecomb! It's me, it's Gloriosa!.

Pimp, in the middle of a wheat field, shaking the long black hair tied behind him, waving his hands wide and jumping.

-... what?.

Anglecam spoke out unexpectedly, not because Gloriosa was there.

Even he has become a resident of the area, a friend named Julian or Trenia.

No wonder he's in any part of the area, no wonder.

- Gloriosa, why is "wheat field" wheat "all" mowed up?.

The place where he stood was small for the wheat fields owned by Padrick, as were the horns and the planes all mowed up.

And the wheats, from the roots of the stems, are splendidly pruned and scattered throughout the paralysis and field.

Normally, after mowing the field to edge first (this was Angletham's task), the center is magically mowed all at once.

It is the work of a specialist agricultural magician, living in this neighborhood, who performs the magic of mowing at once.

- 'Cause pruning up here is what Angletham does today, isn't it? I just saw you, your brother said it!.

The last prince of this country goes on, surprised by the word that he met his brother.

- When I said I wanted to help Anglecomb, he said, "Fine," so I mowed it!

- All I was asked to do was mow the edges of the wheat fields!.

Anger raged at Russia for seemingly unsolicited behavior, and earlier embarrassing pride could be pushed back to the edge of his head.

And I don't mind the pruned wheat scattering, I stepped out in front of Gloriosa and confronted him, rarely opening my mouth wide for an anglecam these days.

- So Gloriosa, mowing this wheat is what you did?!.

Gloriosa nodded honestly, surprised to notice that Anglecam was apparently angry.

- So this has been done with your magic, has it?.

This involves shaking the example long dark hair like a dog's tail and denying it.

If Angletham looks surprised with a wrinkle between his brows, Gloriosa also creates a wrinkle between his brows with a "crisp" brow.

- I don't like magic, I can't use it.

- So how did you prune it?!.

He's got plenty of energy and strength, so if it takes him a day, he might as well.

However, the boulder is only at the beginning of the morning's work, which is not possible by hand.

- Yeah, yeah.

"How can I explain that?"

If he had that look on his face, Gloriosa dropped her hips "Yoisho" on the spot.

- To prune the wheat, "use the blade to get it from the root", because I read it in a book before, "this"...

Yes, Gloriosa said, taking out what was hidden under the wheat pruned to pieces, "bah" and jumping and scattering.

What came out of it was a very large "weapon" that would make children and bodies a big category, even Gloriosa, if they had it, would look like small enough children.

It was still "thanks" to the book that the customer in the outline had that Angletham knew about.

- This is not a weapon in this country, is it? Check with Gloriosa as she looks at it to observe it with green eyes.

- Yeah, it sounds like a weapon from the East.

It's a really big, splendid weapon, and I can tell from the looks of it that the weight is a likely hassle substitute for even adults to handle.

But a boy named Prince of this country in front of him, in front of a wise farmer boy, held it lightly.

And if it sounded softly slightly rubbing, Gloriosa pulls out the machete with the familiar hand, and in this country the rare single-edged body still appears.

Just a little, breathtaking, Angletham fell slightly in love with the "beauty" of the weapon.

- That with that fine weapon, without magic, you mowed it?.

- Yeah. So, yeah, uh, Anglecomb, any "slash" good stuff?.

Apparently, he's actually trying to do it and explain it. But Angletham doesn't need it that much.

- I know you mowed the wheat with that exotic weapon, so can't you explain it by mouth?.

Besides, in the idyllic countryside, it's noisy, so shut up.

As Angletham preaches, he says, Gloriosa nods honestly in panic and delivers the machete into his sheath.

Then, when he did, he grumbled small and placed his big weapon on the wheat scattered in pieces again, this time instead holding a straight bottle with the wheat ear still on his hands.

- If you're going to stand out and explain this to this guy, it's not that noisy, is it?

- I'll admit that, go ahead.

When Angletham uttered the words he admitted, Gloriosa laughed with unexpected joy and began explaining.

- Thank you! So, for now, I consciously placed the machete horizontally on the bottom, just to prune the wheat from the ground up.

Just use it in sports, lower your posture like you're holding a stick to launch the ball in a ball game, and let Gloriosa actually do it.

- So, I realized it was easier to prune to the "top."

Then all of a sudden, the surroundings of the two boys bore me with no sound.

However, Gloriosa is not aware of this because she is concentrated.

For a brown boy with a great talent for witchcraft, it is in his green eyes that the white silver power gathers in the long ear stem on the barrel of wheat where the prince stands on his weapon.

(Neither magic nor spirituality)

I understand that it's just a big "yes".

But I really don't know who that ability is.

- So, I waved a machete.

From the low shape of the ball hitting stick used for the analogy earlier, horizontally Gloriosa waved the wheat ear she was gripping.

Boom!

The membrane that the sound of just waving the wheat ear should be in the ear responsible for the part you hear makes you tremble so much that you feel itchy.

At the same time, from the foot, a large wind pressure buzzes up the hair of each of Anglecam and Gloriosa.

I'm sure in the next moment, as earlier, the pruned wheats throughout this field rise greatly by the pressure of unidentified silver energy overflowing from the prince's body. It was the most expensive, and the parallax and wheat fell after rising about three times the height of the boys.

- In the end, it's not an answer by mouth, but I know roughly why Gloriosa mowed all the wheat fields.

I got a few on my head, Angletham sighs as I pay off the wheat.

Gloriosa is also horrified to say that Anglecam figured it out, even as she dropped a straw that seemed strangely on her head as she kept her wheat dancing up again.

- If it was easy to put together, imagine a "trial run out," and you waved your own weapon, why not? So you've mowed up all the wheat.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!

In the end, we don't know who Gloriosa's power is.

But the source of the power that mowed up this wheat field is this prince.

Then all I can say is yes.

Unable to fit in, keeping the story there and considering the trend of the two people who would have brought Gloriosa to this place, Anglecam opened his mouth again.

- So, "Trenia" and "Julian" are rushing to the Padrick's Barn to pick up the tools to sun-dry the pruned wheat?.

- Wow!? How do you even know that?!.

Angletham didn't think of it and was laughing with a real smile as Gloriosa rounded her black eyes and honestly heartily impressed her.

"To get along with Anglecam, let's do something to help him do his job." The Prince explains that Trenia and Julian are in this place, trying to get closer to Gloriosa, who has become a new friend, and Anglecam, who still has few opportunities to make contact.

If it's true, as Anglecomb said, let's mow the edges of the wheat fields first for the three of us, and we were doing it, but when Gloriosa said, "If it was, you'd better get used to it," we went all the way back to the mansion once and brought the machete earlier.

Of course, Trenia and Julian were also surprised by the size of the weapon, but, well, when it came to trying it out, they also imagined a "trial run out".

Can you even mow a weapon? Like what?.

You want to mow more at once if you can.

If Gloriosa pulled the knife out of her sheath while imagining the three of us talking about it, Trenia and Julian said they had shut up about why.

- Maybe, you're surprised.

Even Trenia, who has a lot of witchcraft skills, Julian, who has no witchcraft talent, must have been able to feel the unknown power of Gloriosa's identity.

I don't know what it is, but I know that what the boy from Wang Capital has is a great power.

And I guess that means I just had to watch what my new best friend who came to the land would do while I was overwhelmed.

Gloriosa was asked to leave a "voicemail" to explain the situation without surprise when Anglecomb arrived.

(Maybe the "voicemail" is about Julian, maybe it was a setup)

It was certain that Anglecam was avoiding contact with Gloriosa.

Anglecam sighs out small as she hears that Gloriosa explains hard.

- Anglecomb, what's going on?.

The boy, who has stopped being obstinate, is just there, full of charisma that really attracts people.

The "embarrassing little pride" I had just placed in the corner of my head had left me somewhere on my own, not to mention that I didn't care.

(Attractive people are special)

With that honestly in mind, the next word immediately comes to mind.

(If that's my best friend's best friend, I want him to be admired all the time)

Small, I don't mind if this boy hates me, so I decided to be prepared to preach "the wrong thing," Angletham opened his thin lips.

- But, Gloriosa, what you did is, you shouldn't. Anglecam removed the straw hat, which she had never always removed during work, and stared straight at Gloriosa with beautiful green eyes.

- Why? Ultimately, I guess the purpose is to do it this way?.

He looked around at the pruned wheat and seemed sincerely wondering.

But the prince can see that the "best friend of a friend" made in this place is quietly angry at what he did.

But Gloriosa, not knowing "what not to do", did not escape the gaze poured out of her beautiful green eyes and was asking straight back.

- Yeah, eventually, this is what I was planning to do. But this is how you took away the job of the pruner.

Surprised by the expression "took the job," he rocked his hair left and right like the tail of a black dog, and Gloriosa appealed for the word to be revoked.

- Oh, no, I didn't mean to "take it"! Oh, so, but. But Gloriosa also noticed that what she did was connected to what Angletham said.

- This means, you know, wages, doing this, yeah, the magician's making money, right?

Does that mean I'm gone?

Angletham nodded with certainty to the confirming words.

- As a result, yes. It's close to embezzling my job. Everyone, if there's someone who can do the pruning job in a way that doesn't cost money, better.

- That's right.

Gloriosa drowned because I fully understand Anglecam's reason for speaking.

- By the way, the Magic Instructor who plans to prune this place is blind and makes a living with that.

It's not a chase, but if you state the facts, the atmosphere such as "quiet" added to Gloriosa.

- What do I do?. And if I can apologize, I want to apologize. Anglecomb, can you show me to that person's house?.

Even though I am in a position to wear it as an umbrella to be royal and not apologize, or to push money and behave arrogantly, I have renounced it from the beginning.

(You raised her straight, didn't you?)

- Okay. I'll show you around and we'll hang out.

- Thank you, Angletham. And if you two were talking and walking to the apologetically blind magician house, there's no talking to each other. Without Trenia or Julian, I don't even feel comfortable talking about the two of us.

So if I tried to talk about my closest self, I realized at the same time that what I cared about was Gloriosa and Angletham, which most closely resembled my position.

We both know that the father is certain, but the relationship with the person in the position of the mother is not so "thin".

- I'm a man, too, but why would anyone other than your real wife let you have a child? You're gonna be a mess, absolutely.

- Yeah, well, I think it's generally easy to be a rubbing spark.

I just think it's an easy thing to rub, but I'm pretty sure I didn't even feel that the person who hit my father did something particularly "bad".

At least the mothers, Angletham's real mother, and her stepmother since she came here, have never heard of her father's grievances.

As far as Gloriosa is concerned, the people live without exaggeration, even if the country of Cerisanseum, which cannot be reconciled, is now extremely at peace.

It must be that Crossandra, who pays for this country with her father, is doing good governance.

Speaking of mothers, there were people who thought like their mothers if they made Gloriosa, but her original job was to educate the women who would be the wives of her father, Crossandra.

That was spoken of by a distant sister of many years when she came to this place and lost to Trenia in a fight, when she made me rice balls, unraveled Gloriosa's heart and stopped obstinately.

"I could have entrusted it to a" nanny "who specializes in nurturing it, but thank you for not doing it and not stopping my work until I nurtured it." She said she was taken care of by my sister's mother, both in the side room of Crossandra and by the ancient ginseng.

"Don't be ashamed of yourself as His Majesty's" wife, "he said, educating those who were sidelined.

It should have been a tough job too, because His Majesty, regardless of his identity or origin, was also the one who held the side room.

If I had a child of my own, I would have said that there was an unequal part of my heart, so I asked the wise men of this country to take my medication and become physically incapable of having children.

For you boys, it's hard to imagine, but those who like children and babies are those who give it up and live to "educate His Majesty Crossandra's, those who are not ashamed to be side rooms" for work.

Keep that in mind and stay here from now on "

When I heard that, I remembered what my father, Crossandra, had said during the match in front of me, which also led to a goodbye to Uemura.

[Let's be grateful that you are raising something that draws my blood with mercy, even though you are not my real child]

"Sister, is it difficult for your wife to raise a child she didn't have?"

"You suddenly ask a difficult question, Gloriosa."

An older sister with an abdomen smiles as good as trouble.

"All this can only be accommodated with each woman, Gloriosa.

I'm telling you, some women don't like children. "

At that time, he opens his mouth wide with great surprise at his sister's answer, turning her smile into a "laugh" on her brother's "incredible" face and leaking it to her voice.

"Gloriosa has seen that women are child-loving and normal for the rest of their lives.

the rear palace of the king's capital, or did you even meet such a child in this land "

Gloriosa nodded so hard that the dark hair dripping behind her wobbled.

"Yes, most women were people who liked children and babies.

Besides, in the rear palace of the king's capital, I mean my youngest son, and I used to be adored, but, ladies and gentlemen, after all, I liked children more.

And then, since I got here, I've met a kid who I think really loves kids.

She really, really loves babies and kids, and, well, she's so sweet and strong. "

My sister asks as I hide it with a fan that I can always carry in the sagging, intending to tease my older away brother just a little bit, because my brother answers very well when he stops being obstinate.

"I wonder if Gloriosa likes her."

"Yes, you like it! Love it!"

In an unexpected reaction, my sister's movements stopped with the fan on her mouth.

My belly brother starts to talk hot about "what's so strong about the child", and the words are too deviant to praise a woman, and my sister hardens like time has stopped for a little while.

"Don't flatter yourself with that, Gloriosa, in front of the lady or the person who became my friend, that you" love "it.

Sometimes pushing feelings can be rude. "

"Right, sister!"

Honestly, I recall having Gloriosa's sister, reassured that she would follow her own words.

It was a conversation between my mother, who was also one of my father, Crossandra's side chambers, and Uetsu (Jr.), who was only about the number of fingers in one hand but had never met her.

"As always, His Majesty Crossandra, regardless of his identity or origin, is to hold the side chamber"

"Yeah, but curious, though, it's always the [strong] ones that attract me the most."

The lady named Uemura remembers how happy she really is when she talks about her father, "I prefer to be strong" - Crossandra.

This child has taken over the temperament of His Majesty the King.

I wondered what kind of friends this last brother made, "I like strong people".

- One day, when you get a chance to see him, bring him in. I have to say hello as my sister.

- Yes, ah, but then, can I bring "friends of friends"?.

Gloriosa, who is not yet close to Anglecam around this time, asks her sister that.

- Oh, well, then be friends with "friends of friends," and then bring them together.

- Right, I will!.

Gloriosa, who I don't think is avoided, was responding like that.

- Now I can introduce you to my sister, Julian, Trenia and Angletham, the three of you!.

From his father's story, to that of his sister in care, and even though Gloriosa is happy to introduce her friends, Anglecam was in trouble - with a real smile for him.

- By the way, Gloriosa. I'm glad your friends recognize you, but aren't you thinking about making "other friends"?.

To this question of Anglecam, Gloriosa, as a light pocan, put her arms together as the two of us walked.

- "Other friends", friends other than Anglecombs... I don't know why, especially "I don't feel like I want".

I know a boy named Gloriosa doesn't hate people, but he wasn't obsessed with people was also passed on to Anglecam.

- Is the idea good, as long as someone likes it?

To put it this way, Gloriosa had a slightly "troubled" look.

- Anglecomb is too honest to say whether it's tight or not......

In the end, it was a bitter laugh that eventually floated around, loosening the arms I put together.

Keep it with your loose hands, rubbing your neck and looking up at the sky, thinking once and for all about the meaning of the words that the person who became my friend said to me.

- Yeah, I knew, for now, "friends" would be all Trenia, Julian and Angletham wanted. In pitch-black eyes, he mutters potpourrily as he photographs the blue sky.

- Though I'd appreciate it if you could tell me that you want to be my friend. I'm strong enough for anyone who thinks I am.

Above all, Gloriosa can't help but think that the presence that always makes us friends is "I want you to be strong".

Because then I think the only day I really say goodbye as a friend is after I become a grandfather or an old lady.

I'm sure that if we had been friends for a long time, when we broke up, it would have been dreary, but Gloriosa also thought that the heart that would accept that "I had time for friends, so it would be dreary, but good" would surely grow in me.

Even those who think of themselves as real "family" learn by breaking up with someone who also thought of themselves as a mother named Uehi, because of their work and role, the connection is easily disconnected.

- Isn't that good?. Well, what do I say when a friend chooses you?

Angletham affirms Gloriosa's idea because he doesn't know how the last prince of this country feels and his friends say it's okay to be his best friends, including himself, but he feels a strong will there.

- But let me just say that we shouldn't limit our thoughts here. I know Gloriosa is in this country if she wants to be my friend.

- Right, if Angletham says so, I will. That?.

Unexpectedly, I feel nostalgic for this exchange.

(I think I've seen something similar somewhere.)

What Gloriosa cannot recall is that she saw it at a time when she could only say that her neck was still in place.

In his upper arms, he looked at him as he could hold him, "The appearance of two best friends".

"Crossandra, if you've told me what you want to do, I'll... I'll think of some ideas that will add to your hopes."

Oh, thank God, Charlock.

When we had a relationship under our ministry, we called each other by name, a father who was a king and a best friend, a prime minister.

"Gloriosa also makes irreplaceable, strong friends like His Majesty Crossandra and Lord Charlock." I can't remember what I was wished for that way, but I am strong in my heart.

The landscape was engraved at the bottom of Gloriosa's heart in the arms of someone who seemed to be her mother as a strong admirer.

- Hey, Anglecomb. If I can, I would like this smart, well-faced friend to continue to talk to me about these things, even though I don't remember them, and never speak my mind.

- What's the matter, we'll be arriving soon, so think about your words of apology. And if you're also thinking about "how do you want to solve this", let me know.

Angletham advises his friend, already thinking about it.

- I can think of it, as much as I can, because I will make sure it is in Gloriosa's hope.

I don't even remember, but Angletham's advice was a glimpse of Gloriosa's feelings.

The determination is wasted and I can't say anything more, but for now I ask what I want to confirm with the most attention I received earlier.

- Uh, what am I supposed to do about the money, make amends or something?.

If you are physically incapacitated and are receiving food for your life, should you pay for it?

Or is it something to be discussed between the Padricks and the Magic Instructor requested? Noticing that he was thinking about becoming Gloriosa, Anglecam loosened his expression just a little.

- I'll negotiate around there. Think sincerely about apologizing to the other person so you don't regret it.

Since it is a small wheat field, we were lucky in a way to have a child but clever Angletham entrusted with both reporting and paying compensation.

- Okay. I think I have to respond to the way I believe my words and snort honestly.

If it's about taking care of you, I'm used to it.

- Well, if you have anything else to say from me, in this place, and if you decide to spend it, I think it's a good idea to keep up with this flurry.

- Right, my sister also said it was rude to suddenly push feelings and ways of doing things.

- You're a good sister, and still, if you have any doubts, you should try it yourself first, be sure, and then give your opinion. Well, I, too, am a newcomer who came here a few years ago.

- Really?!.

If I told you to make fun of me just a little, I wouldn't even be hungry for it.

("vessel" must be big)

However, although the vessel is wide, my friends are not greedy enough to want to pay for any of it.

However, if you were never asked to put it in that vessel, you would not be able to vacate a place called Friends, but you have the measure of having a place available in an empty place.

Although it is both a "hobby" and a visible part, it is such a Gloriosa that Angletham, like his best friends, totally liked him.

Perhaps each of my best friends has a different feeling towards him, but the underlying reason is "for Gloriosa's sake", when I have to do something, I want to work with him.

(The vessel Gloriosa is filled with something that is beneficial to you as a friend.)

Today, for the first time, it's supposed to be a "follow up to Gloriosa" exchange, but I even feel like I've done it many times before.

With that in mind, I arrived at the "house of the wizard I must apologize for."

- Come on, then I'll do it. Gloriosa.

- Oh, nice to meet you.

Angletham knocked on the tree door of the house of the Wizard.

- Hey, Trenia, are those two okay?.

Julian asks Trenia as she assembles the tools for drying the wheat that has been pruned and bundles it together with the wheat that has been scattered.

If they had brought the tools from the Padrick's barn, Gloriosa was gone "as expected".

Trenia and Julian think at the same time that the Prince, who has become honest, has left this place because it is difficult to think that he will be left on his own.

Gloriosa was honest with me about what she asked me to do when I left this place.

"If the wheat has been mowed, it must be dried first, so I'll get that tool"

"It's just that Angletham here, too, should be here soon.

If no one was there at that time, Angletham would be in trouble, so Gloriosa wants you to stay and explain. "

And when Trenia and Julian came back with the tools, no one was in the wheat fields.

- As for Anglecomb, you think it would have been better without us. Well, I think I was surprised by the unexpected power of Gloriosa who pruned this wheat. Multiple

Minutes Anglecam would ask Gloriosa how the stuffing went at first, but if she was honestly answered, I can anticipate that she would immediately think of the next thing she had to do and take action.

And the next thing you know, it was easy to imagine that Gloriosa followed the behavior of mowing the wheat fields on her own to apologize to the wizard who asked her to mow the wheat.

However, looking at Gloriosa's machete, which is left unmade, Trenia asks Julian a question, while making a bunch of wheat.

- Hey, Julian, if you've tried these weapons on boys, aren't they important?.

- I'm an important materialist. But Gloriosa's weapon is too big, so it'll be inconvenient to carry.

The way you're walking with it, that would be pretty noisy. Julian dries a bunch of wheat, completing the drying table, if he replied smoothly,

- That's definitely noisy.

and Trenia, convinced, sprinkled the finished dry matter with the first bundle of wheat.

When I first mowed with a sickle, "then this one would be faster," Gloriosa brought innocently, surprised by the weapon.

She let me try it, but it was very heavy and Trenia finally held it with both hands.

I also tried Julian, but he also handles things that are holding up with both hands, Gloriosa is "one-handed," holding, not to the point of lightness.

brief description of the weapon, but Trenia and Julian were weapons of a country they had never heard, for a girl who could hear her heart,

"I don't know, but it looks like someone gave birth to me."

And he was explaining it even more briefly.

I couldn't feel anything like "affection for the birth parents" there.

"So, here's the thing, here's the thing, should we mow it?!" And to try it out, Gloriosa wields a long machete pulled out of her sheath at the best of the four corners of the wheat field.

If the blade part of the knife touches the roots of the wheat stem, there is usually a sickle blade heard a unique "bump" when mowing the wheat, and the air trembles and shakes at the next moment when the agricultural senior Trenia, Julian, also thought, "If Gloriosa is easier, it may be a knife if you just mow the edge of the wheat field".

(Huh?!)

(Hey Gloriosa?!)

The question came to mind, but it doesn't lead to words.

Both Trenia, who had so much magic, and Julian, who had no magic whatsoever, were staring at the backs of their newly made friends, who were turning their machetes to wheat.

And it was in his body that the "power", which he had never seen, rose up as a silver wave, and the sound wobbles and the waves reached everyone who was there.

After the wheat throughout the wheat fields appeared to have risen fuzzily rather than stretched simultaneously, it fell from the ear to the side with all its fruit at the same time.

Of course, the rising wave of energy (from my side) takes the form of a wind that exalts, rises and flashes Julian's scarf and Trenia's "offering" of hair and clothing.

To the strength of their wind pressure, the two unwittingly shelter their eyes with their arms.

- That, why are you mowing it all from the ground up?.

I heard such a voice, and at the end of the gaze Trenia and Julian put their arms down, there was Gloriosa, who looked at the wheat wonderfully, all fallen.

- Though I thought it would be easier if I mowed a lot... why?

Gloriosa is still twisting her thin, seemingly thin neck for the boy while delivering "Pattin" and a long machete into her sheath.

Eyes and hair, on the side of the wheat on the field after the machete wielded by the boy of pitch-black colour, the remnants of the silver particles (zang) were quietly dancing, flowing in the wind and disappearing.

(Now I wonder how I could beat Gloriosa)

In addition to the task of making a bunch of wheat, Julian also carries the machete, which is left uncrafted by the owner Gloriosa, "because it must be expensive", toward the corner of the wheat field where there is no public passage.

(What the hell was that "silver" Gloriosa thing?)

At the time of the previous fight, Trenia would know that if this ability had existed, she would have definitely lost.

Can't you get out without this machete?

As such, I observe my friend's machete holding it as if it were a hug, with purple eyes.

Although I have seen the weapons of soldiers in this country several times in the past, what Gloriosa has was still for the "prince" or very splendid.

(It was made in the eastern part of the country, and it snuck up on me.

But that's not what Gloriosa thought of as her real mother.)

If this machete is the "key" to creating that "silver wave," that he is the true mother's vision, Gloriosa may just be suppressing energy every day.

If you had always kept this weapon on your side, as you should have treated it as a "shape-shift," you would have felt like you would have shrunk if you thought that that "kid general replacement" fight was even life-threatening.

(But Gloriosa herself seemed to have little obsession with this machete, and had no idea about that "silver power")

According to him, anything that comes to mind for definitive reasons that "fell" from the king's capital into the land is because he won too many games in front of King Crossandra.

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

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

He told his freshly made friends that he had shown a good memory of what he cared about and that, as far as Gloriosa could remember, he had been told as a reason to say goodbye by a replacement for his mother, Uehi.

(But you said the game before the king was played with a regular wooden knife, so you didn't witness that awesome ability...?)

But I think that's weird for Trenia, too.

If great power is a threat and you drove it here, it is the weapon now in Trenia's arms that draws the "silver wave" that has the power to wipe that all away that should be kept away from Gloriosa.

Although I assured you that King Crossandra was more important, I don't even think that the person who raised Gloriosa like his real son realized that he had such a dangerous power in raising him.

At first, though he was obstinate, I think the youngest prince is a "really good boy" if he saw it from Trenia.

I pour out the affections that are far away from me and that have slowed Angletham to become aware of, without having to be a real parent, Gloriosa will grow upright and will continue to grow.

For example, we didn't meet ourselves, we didn't have to fight and give up our obstinate feelings early, and he would surely have the power to get over it any day, even if it took him a while.

(If it's honest and straight, Gloriosa, would it have been okay for me to pick up and read to the darkness of people's hearts and let myself down?)

I don't know why, I get thin and unexpected, and I hold the machete tight in my arms.

I couldn't help but be terribly scared that it seemed to be okay without me.

(Maybe Gloriosa's real mother thought about that at all)

Even if I had heard that childbirth and sickness overlapped and I had no choice but to entrust Gloriosa, who was to be born convinced by himself, to a man named Uehi, I'm sure I had some such feelings.

"Ah, Trenia and Julian are back!

Gloriosa's voice echoed in Trenia's chest, overflowing with the unexpected, energetic and joy of finding friends.

- Hey, Trenia!. Julian!.

I can definitely hear voices directed at me.

- Oh, our Lord Kid Admiral is back, Trenia.

If Julian told me that and I looked back at the big machete, holding it as if it were a baby, there was Gloriosa coming back alongside Anglecam.

If you find a retrospective Trenia, she runs out of where she was walking just a little behind her brown friend, smiling and shaking her long black hair.

- Um, Gloriosa would be more picturesque to walk with a crisp type like Anglecomb than an easy-going guy like me walking in front.

"Well, I'm a hunter after all, and I'll protect Gloriosa from the shadows from now on.

From now on, I'll leave the front to Anglecomb, so "side" is fine, Trenia.

And that's what Gloriosa thinks. "

From within my heart to Trenia, Julian tells me so. As Gloriosa's first friend, she looked like she could speak for herself about what role she deserved.

And when that friend tells me that my place is "sideways," and I'm confused while holding a machete, I hear a straight voice directed at me again.

- Well, I've mowed the wheat on my own, I've apologized, I've done it!.

And Angletham and I became friends, Trenia!

Oh, but I'll be careful not to be preached!

If you put it in your mouth, it seems that your freshly made friend knows it will illuminate, and she still wants to tell you how happy she is, and Gloriosa tells you how straight she feels toward Trenia.

"Anglecomb, you're a good guy, like Trenia and Julian said!.

He's smart, too!, and I must be strong too!

It's "I want you to praise me for what I've done" and it looks like one of the young children I've always looked after in church.

I couldn't wait for Trenia to grow a baby that I loved and couldn't wait to be a boy, without compromising the attraction and making me feel that way, I wanted my friendship with newly-made, dear friends to go on forever.

But most importantly, I "loved" the way he ran over to me, waving over it, so much that I didn't know why.

Dear Master Uetsu, why did you let go of Gloriosa's hand?

Aren't you such a good boy?

"I'm sure Gloriosa will be a better king than the" poor king "who will now try to tilt to defend this country."

Whether it was my voice or the one I now hold "echoing from his true mother's shapes," a voice overflowing Trenia's chest that I don't know who I am, that I just can feel in hope - dyed and disappeared.

- Hey, it was quicker to crack than I thought.

The prospect of me and Trenia is a huge success because Anglecomb and I are feeling good. I mean, I wonder if Gloriosa has a great appeal.

Trenia snorts, too, even though Julian says satisfactorily.

- Yeah, so Gloriosa can get along with anyone in this country. So, maybe, in the meantime, I'll be king of this country.

(Then one person who is worried about his family, like me, says, "If you have nice friends," and turns a little bit forward)

Until now, Julian the boulder also looks at the girl with purple eyes, surprised by Trenia's unclamped remark about holding the machete that had been left behind.

- Heh, Trenia?.

- I'm kidding, it's just that Gloriosa is my youngest son, so I'm sure your brother or sister will be the new king of this country.

I tried it on Trenia, and I smile and show it because it was unusual for me to have a shiny friend who is surprised by these words.

- But whether that's the case with the King or the Prince, I, as a friend, will cooperate as best I can if Gloriosa has a goal she wants to accomplish something.

That's what I say, holding a heavy machete, and dropping off Trenia running to Gloriosa.

Julian also thought if that crisp eyebrow best friend became king.

That didn't seem too bad for Julian, I couldn't help but wonder what it was.

- If I'm a country ruled by Gloriosa too, don't think it's absolutely good.

If you squealed so small, it followed after Trenia. Then, the four of us will be through the day, finishing the task of making and drying a bunch of wheat.

Just when a bell rang from the church that could reward the time of day, a blind magician who would have magically mowed the wheat gave me a brief lunch for four.

Angletham negotiated with the magician and refused to accept the wages without working, so instead of "wheat cut", he asked to give it as "lunch for four", to the point where he would carry a simple meal around noon.

- Thank you for respecting my will to work on my own behalf and receive money in any way, without making it good to be sweet about my physical disability.

The magician says so dyed, handing the meal to Angletham and leaving.

- Angletham is clever to think about people's feelings and pay them peacefully.

Gloriosa was groaning with such admiration that she was beginning to eat the lunch that the Magic Instructor had cooked for her quickly.

But after he's completely finished eating, he also remembers that his sister has lunch ready for him, and for now he takes the machete and hurries back once.

to Anglecam, where he rocked his long dark hair and could no longer see the back of Gloriosa running away.

If Gloriosa became king, what do you think of this country?

such a question, if Trenia had tried, the boy with an overly brown face

- That's good.

and lightly agreed with Trenia and Julian's thoughts. However,

- It's just that on a day when such "Gloriosa Sunflower" reigns, it won't come unless the King, who is now delivering this country, has entrusted the Prime Minister with good governance that weighs on equality and security.

I also said that.

That, if you think about it, even Trenia and Julian can tell.

However, Angletham narrows her beautiful green eyes.

- Unless there's really something big going on in this country, there won't be a day like that, and it would be more peaceful for the country not to come.

Time passes while a new law, such as the occasional desire of a discerning adult to lean his neck in the Tahei of a country called the Great Selisanceum, is added, like a droplet, by the Chancellor's Charlock Trifolium.

In the long idle countryside away from the Wang capital, the four of us who have become best friends spend that time together, as long as we have time.

I thought Gloriosa, Trenia, Angletham and Julian would both go on and on with those days and eventually grow up.

However, as his body grew bigger, Angletham in particular became busy, and although the boys secretly helped him, it was difficult to take time of their own.

One day, by an unnamed sage who suddenly came to the village, he would reveal the cave that had been used as a secret base as a residence.

Instead of being offered a secret base, Sage taught us magic "if you're interested" and magic for talented children.

Among them, Angletham still had a magical talent, as the green eyes symbolized, and as a result he led to the creation of a new "time of his own".

Speaking of what happened during the increase in our own time and the increase in the time of the four, "The King's Recommendation," Gloriosa's sister was married to a brilliant civilian in the king's capital.

However, when Gloriosa's sister, who is not physically sturdy, is this good for parenting, she brings her daughter back in less than three years.

The husband, a man of excellence, was therefore retained by the king's capital.

A daughter brought home by Gloriosa's sister was an adorable girl with white, green eyes with blonde skin - a balsam that later became Mrs. Anglecum Padrick.

That's how close to a decade passed and before the four children grew up, this country started leaning heavily.

Both the cuts are later said to be warm, hospitable and famous military men - "the execution of Gradol McGaffin" - who are said to have no strangers in the Wang capital.

The person, both from the Chancellor and from the King, was trustworthy, and the law was re-tightened to the "betrayal" of a country he could not publicly commit.

Until then, the bill that was added to every drop of water droplets will be used as if it were going to break down, push away the laws that we were supposed to abide by, and flood.

Until then, though, a people immersed in the warm waters of the peace of the land could not find the art of resisting the great currents, and could only follow the currents of its bitter juices.

Gloriosa Sunflower "determines" the resistance to the country when she sees the young lives sacrificed in the stream and the girl with the blessed purple eyes shed tears.

At first it started with four people, the "resolution" was the years it began, temporarily the size of an army.

but because of the number of people, the lack of control became a vendetta, connecting Gloriosa, Anglecam and Trenia so as to replace the new priest named Barrota with an entry, Julian falls out.

From then on, Angletham, the commanding staff member, basically returned to the form of a four-member action, circled the cities and regions dissatisfied with the country, confirmed the will of the representatives of the land and made a pact to "cooperate when they come".

Gloriosa, who is also a temporary leader at the end of activities leading to peace, is missing even as it seems to be progressing well.

But whether it is also the "luck" of Gloriosa's birth there, or the youth of the wise man Pean Vinegar and his shadowy deacon, who was wearing the lord's temple to hide in the leaning country, as a helper, enter the deciding army.

Not even the table, but with the help of a wise man, the speed of peace increased, and before "finally to the king's capital", Gloriosa and Trenia had children, which surprised the covenant delegates greatly.

The voice "Is that the case?" also rose from all over, but the leader of the founding army, who is wise and wise, delivers the spiritual stone with his voice.

"I want you to see the life of your own son, born at this time, as one of the will to connect the next generation to the Selisanceum that we are trying to calm down."

If my peace failed, it led me to a way of showing the representatives of the covenant nations that I was prepared to risk the lives of myself, my son, and the beloved who gave birth to me.

And the decision-makers safely crossed with their insiders, four who will represent the decision-makers and two or six helpers.

I rode into the King's Capital on the night of the New Moon. The result was painfully, but it ended with the victory of the determinants, and Gloriosa and Anglecam were the aftermath of the remnants of those who became the former national army with the forces that had made the covenant.

Trenia, with the wise, was picking up her son.

And when he returned to the king's capital with a dagger, escorted by a wise man, Anglecam told him that Gloriosa was in a cemetery reserved for royalty.

- If you don't mind, he wants Dagger to come, Trenia.

- To me and Dagger, Angletham?.

If Angletham nodded, the wise man with his red and black coat, taking his own shadow, the butler, as he had guessed, turned to help control the remnant of the party, which Barrota now commanded.

After losing sight of the sage and the butler, Angletham slowly, first of all sleeping in Trenia's arms as she nostalgic, stared and smiled at a dugger who really looked just like the man's best friend at a young age except for the color of his left eye.

- Meet you and Dagger... no, they want you to drop me off with them.

"It is not an exaggeration to say that we, young ladies, have nurtured the heart of the honest Gloriosa Sunflower we fell in love with."

For the first time in a really long time, I was doing it before I learned to telepathize, making my heart hear, the way it was back then Anglecam spoke to Trenia.

"Go for it," he said, "I'm fine," because I'm sure you'll miss me alone.

If I could hear your voice, Gloriosa would be able to recover immediately. Like that time. "

"You're not the only one who's hard!"

No one is sure this word doesn't apply, it's an equal word everywhere.

Shut up! I don't know my family!

Why, Lord Uemura?

Back then, without knowing the answer, I also felt abandoned on my own, just stubborn.

But then I met a lot of people, and I talked to them, and most importantly, I looked at the most noble interactions with my best friends without running away, and I felt like I could understand what kind of aspirations the "first time" person was.

- Even though Lord Uehi hasn't changed, he was still a kid then, and he even did something with no character to resent in vain.

With resentment, jealousy, and jealousy, I never thought about how I was pushing the "statue" of the person that was convenient to me before this kind of thing.

"Don't think of me as a mother," she said from the beginning, but I always thought with all my heart.

I was making excuses for not even putting it on the table.

- But you had no choice but to be felt closer to my mother than anyone else, even though you had never lived in one child.

For Gloriosa, she smiled weakly, holding the remains of a lady of the year in which she was treated, after her best friend pierced her chest.

At that time, the "answer" gradually became clear, and Gloriosa could carefully cover the soil with someone who was noble to the very end in the hole she dug herself in the cemetery where what was related to the royal family was allowed to "sleep", further behind the rear palace.

And when I slowly put the fan she loved on top of it, there was a family of "myself" if people showed signs and looked back.

- Trenia.

- Gloriosa's, "Odd."

Trenia clearly said so, even as she read Gloriosa's mind.

He came beside Gloriosa, kneeling in front of the one he mourned, holding his son, who could only stand on his feet, and Trenia bowed her head to the place where her lady would sleep with deep gratitude.

- It was a pleasure to meet you, many of your fears, the compassion of His Highness Gloriosa Sunflower, and thank you for fulfilling my dreams. Really, I can't thank you enough.

- Trenia, don't be hard on me.

And stop saying that like Trenia's the king's sideroom.

If you have stabilized a leaning country, you are prepared, of course, to use the blood muscles that are flowing to you to become the king of a country called Selisanceum.

With Angletham as Chancellor and Barrota as Pope respectively, I also thought about what I would have to do. But I haven't even thought about my family as king yet.

- Oh, isn't that "not ready" rather than "not thinking," hey, Dagger?.

Dagger, reading the hearts of his wolfish father and his mundane mother, leaned his puffy neck to the side in Trenia's arms, wondering.

- Oh, I'm going to be Dagger's father, and even Trenia... that.

"I know that Trenia dreams of having a baby with someone she likes and being a" sweet old lady. "

But being the king's companion and working for the country will lead to Trenia's happiness, I can't say enough. "

Hearing the voice of that Gloriosa's heart, Trenia lifts her face, as she recalls hah.

- Speaking of which, I, Gloriosa, didn't even propose. Though they don't want me to have another man's child.

- What?!.

"Why are you talking like that all of a sudden?!

The voiceless part manages to tell Trenia, with the voice of her heart, to sue.

- Dagger, what shall we do... If His Royal Highness Gloriosa is greeted by an official queen, let's go back to the country and do our best for the two mothers and children so that we are not disturbed.

But Trenia is acting as if she's not hearing.

But this time, Ca Ca laughs out loud because the toddler dagger hears his father being intercepted by his mother as usual.

And then he waved his little hand at his father, "Bullshit?" and found that to be Trenia's "prank," but Gloriosa yelled at the woman who wanted him to be on her side as his wife, including a little anger in her voice on the boulder.

- Trenia, come on!.

- Then tell me, too, that you want me to be on your side as "queen" as your best friend, like Angletham and Father Barrota!.

He crouched, stood up softly and stared at his son with purple eyes as he held him tight.

- What brings you so far and shy away from me?!.

Just a little, purple eyes were moisturizing, and then Trenia - the first time, when we had a fight, she came back to life in Gloriosa's mind.

"You're not the only one who's hard."

- Now, the opposite, Gloriosa. Why, only shy away from me?.

- That's...

- That's because "Trenia Bubaldia" is important and I love it?!.

Even Gloriosa, who can't read her mind, says so by Trenia, even though she can see for herself. But it was also a "picture star" in Gloriosa.

- Oh, yeah! I want Trenia to be happy! But when you become queen, even if you don't, you will be involved in your affairs as queen!.

"Then, I'm sure, I won't be able to take time with Trenia's pretty dagger.

Even though, you regret not being able to stay on your side too long during the Battle of the Determined Army, when your neck is resting, when you can fall back to sleep, and when you say yes, yes!

For the most part, Gloriosa, who is "willing" to do it, exposed her true feelings, "I want Trenia to be happy."

- Even now, I'm sure you regret not having that time, right?!.

Bread!.

Thirsty, in a way cozy sounding sounds echo in the cemetery.

Trenia's flat hand pounded Gloriosa's left cheek.

- I regret it! But it doesn't make sense if that's the only time between me and Dagger!.

With long black hair shaking, Gloriosa rounds her black eyes and stares at someone who was her best friend and gave birth to her own child while keeping her battered cheek in check.

- Me as a family and Dagger's happiness doesn't make sense without Gloriosa on my side!, I still don't know that either!.

I can't figure it out there, I regret it, and Trenia weeps as she keeps her hands flat.

- When you become king and queen, you can't afford to have time like that family, so I know it will, so I'm telling you!.

"Even a single cell knows that Trenia wants to give her happiness, but there will be more things she can't do!

Gloriosa, as a royalty, says back with her voice and heart that she is worried there because she remembers her busyness at a young age and because she knows it.

- In order to live and live in a "normal" state of affairs for children in any position, as Trenia would like them to, we must first make room in the hearts and minds of people.

Gloriosa was remembering the words of her wise best friend as she lowered her cheeks, fisted and stared straight at the people she cared about.

"Unfortunately, people are easier to give themselves the kindness to divide into others than they could afford.

As it stands, if you do it "for the sake of the child," you will be a society where you wrinkle around all the kind people who take good care of you as you shred yourself.

I'll parallelize it as much as I can, but we have to make it a society that builds the foundations of our minds so that anyone in any position can reach out to a child who is in the position of the real weak. "

"So far, in order to improve our standard of living, we have to start developing the laws that Anglecomb has prepared for us downstairs, and I think that's really busy."

- So why don't you just incorporate me in there and use it? As I said earlier, I asked Anglecomb and Father Barrota not to tell me anything!. - So when that happens, I'll have time with Dagger!.

"You'll make Dagger feel lonely!

- I miss having a father on my side, but I miss him so much!

"That's what Gloriosa and I both know!

I "push" my feelings even though I know Gloriosa will have a huge rejection of telepathy.

Between the crisp brows, also taken over by his son, he chops deep, longitudinal wrinkles and closes his eyes unexpectedly hard.

- Ouch! Trenia. If I had put my hand on my temples and opened my eyes, my son's face was pushed out in front of me: gooey in front of Gloriosa and two melons at an early age other than my left eye.

The son had an immediate worrying look, surprised by the sound of his father's pain, which he had almost never heard before.

- But Gloriosa was lonely, but she was pretty fine, wasn't she? Because I slept there more.

I can't say anything to Trenia's voice that can be heard from behind the face of her rounded, bloody son.

- I was in a busy position for a while, though I didn't get the details, was I?

―――……

As far as I can remember, my caregiver's maid told me, "Master Uehi is on official business today and I don't have time to stop by this side", sometimes when I woke up in the morning.

-... oh, it was, yeah.

As Trenia told me, it was also a distant time to not see him and to feel lonely.

Even when I couldn't see him and he didn't look at me, if there was a slight glimpse of him doing his business with dignity, he would make me think so "if I didn't know for sure".

- Because of that, I never felt lonely until Gloriosa was driven away into the countryside we met.

- But Lord Uemura was in deep love with my father, and he just took care of me with his mother gone and had no choice but to connect with blood.

- I don't care about "there," Gloriosa. Yes, hold the dagger.

- Oh.

The son transferred into his father's hands sends a glance expecting "super high" Gloriosa to do when "beautiful uncle (* Anglecam)" is not always there, but he can't do it now on the boulder.

When I found out I couldn't "high", now I was dissatisfied with Gloriosa's black, long hair, and my son was starting to pull.

- Stay with me! Dagger, you can't do this.

No, Dagger.

With your voice and heart, Dagger stops lightly if you pay attention.

- What do you care? You're going to be a tyrant... When Gloriosa sighed unexpectedly, Dagger laughed, and Trenia laughed, opening her mouth, staring at the place where her uppers would sleep.

- What doesn't make me feel lonely is that maybe it's impossible for Gloriosa to do what she's about to do and to do it on an equal footing by growing a dagger.

And gaze upon the luxurious fan, above the cemetery that Gloriosa built immediately.

- Then you just have to do something about it as far as you can on your own, and even if the daggers and the children you're going to have are busy with their parents and have a lonely time, you just have to twist the time to turn into it.

- Trenia?.

- Your Highness, Gloriosa, no, "Your Majesty".

Suddenly, I bow my head to the "lord" through the "courtesy of my best friend, who taught me to be right and wise, to prove that I have no hostility to the whip of a weapon that I am wearing on my hips.

- Please authorize me to engage in policies to ensure that "parents and children" living in this country do not grieve.

- Trenia.

Is that what you've been thinking since maybe we met?

With that said, I took the weapon that was ceded from Sage to Trenia.

It means "accept as subordinate".

Thank you for the reassuring look on your face as "subordinate" for accepting it. I would like to thank you too politely for your relationship with "best friend".

- I've been thinking, "I wish I could do it that way," I've certainly been thinking about it since then. That sounds like Angletham thought too. Although the beginning seems to be a relationship between me and my parents.

"No, there are stories of compassion that cannot be solved, coincidences in the country's politics, or power."

♪ I want the power to help my dear friend ♪

"I don't know, I can't help but feel very sorry for how many pictures I read and do to my sister and brother that people's world should be compassionate."

So far, Trenia tells Gloriosa what Angletham thinks.

- But in Anglecomb alone, it's full of policy to improve "normal" standards, no, "undo".

The "inclination" of this country, which the king, who came to be credited with darkness, made the Chancellor make, the powerless, the "inclined", slipped relentlessly off its inclined surface.

Those who managed to persevere in such a midst and on its slopes also, by the work of the determinants, on a flattened earth, now have their asses on the earth and finally take a breath.

There may be a desire to "stand up" immediately, but I also know that my health is probably significantly shredded.

- From now on, some people will help, but the stability of their lives will still be paramount first.

Gloriosa nodded with her dagger in her arms, even though she felt only a little jealous of the "subordinate language".

- That, from Anglecomb, I'm listening, too. And I was wondering if I should say "all about politics" and whether I should be the prime minister.

"In a sense, there is concern that the people will not see the ruling that I will do as Chancellor, like the two dances of my predecessor, Lord Charlock." "

Hearing over the heart of Gloriosa's memory, Trenia also nodded at Anglecam's voice.

- I believe in Angletham. But it was the same for the previous king and for Crossandra Sunflower, who believed in his prime minister and penetrated that way of government (that is, every day) until his death.

Then, Gloriosa looks up at the palace, now illuminated by the sunset, also visible from the location of the cemetery, and recalls the throne that the fool and his prime minister have fulfilled together.

Until the time it was over, the Chancellor showed his octagonal teeth and laughed invincibly.

To the voice of Gloriosa's memory, Trenia looked anxiously and Dagger looked wonderfully.

- Does not changing the form of government that leaves everything to the Prime Minister lead to anxiety for the people?

- Once, when Pean, the wise man, was read the draft of the country that Anglecomb had in mind, he said, "Do not speak to politics".

As always, I am uncomfortable with Trenia's hard words, but it is also a report of concern.

Even Gloriosa, who recognizes herself as "simple," can feel the intent of a wise man to use the word rather than saying that Pean, who has become his best friend, dares not say - he can't say.

- If I had the time, I would have read the draft that Anglecomb admitted. It was internal affairs, external affairs, welfare, diverse, covering everything.

Isn't that a bad thing?

I don't like the "tough" language, and for now I don't speak up. If Gloriosa asks, Trenia nods shallow and continues the conversation.

- But if you put it on the table as something you thought "alone" even with a lot of different histories and great drafts of laws studied and worked out in the politics of other countries, it can still be a politics that is also taken by dictatorship.

Weak, dirty, pathetic places in people's hearts. Because people have heard voices they don't even want to hear, people have sometimes seen in their activities of peace that they can shake and sometimes fall into people to crush their anxiety.

In that "shapeless" place, even on a country now flattened, there is not necessarily a people who are anxious without getting back on track.

And perhaps one cause of anxiety is also related to the form of government that took place when the country leaned.

"You should avoid what makes you feel" when you connect to a bitter past.

- Perhaps Lord Sage was asked to "do that" - I thought he wanted to tell you.

Speaking of a series of things, Trenia did so by "reporting" to the King, which cannot be conveyed in Anglecomb.

- I suppose we should think of it in a way that the people who are imprisoned for their thoughts "remain" where the country leaned, having entrusted too much foreign and internal affairs to one prime minister.

Gloriosa has a son and answers as she ponders.

To this, if you raised your face in an attempt to reply "yes" - a similar, lined face, large and small, in the exact same shape of an eyebrow as a crisp, appeared on Trenia's purple eyes as she carved a wrinkle between her eyebrows. In addition, the father has a mustache in his mouth, but the shape of the mouth that is "mummy" is the same for Gloriosa, Dagger, and the father and son.

Trenia accidentally suppressed her licence.

Hard to indulge in a sudden "laugh" impulse.

Apparently, the young son is often surprised that the father of the "simple and lucid" thought circuit always thinks difficult things, wrinkling between the eyebrows with the same shaped eyebrows as Gloriosa on the forehead of a rugged toddler.

(Hey, no, that's too much, you father-son!)

I wanted to be more helpful than ever to Gloriosa, my best friend, my son's father, who fulfilled my dream, and I made an application from Trenia for "subordinate" to put him on too hard a foothold to think of himself.

Even the clever Anglecomb and the Barota, who can preach morality, are the hardest parts to get into, and I thought about getting involved in the politics of this country in the easier part of putting in the "slash" if it is a position of women and mothers.

I wanted the new king of this country to give his weapon and look to his best friend for the "use of Trenia" rather than the "happiness of Trenia".

So seriously, seriously, I thought I'd "decide" in this place. Before "too much of a father and son," Trenia's "serious atmosphere" failed, leaking laughter and confusing her son and his father's best friend.

- Oh, I just didn't want to use this.

The way I've avoided it because I think it's cunning.

Even when I had my dream come true, I made Gloriosa say, "I don't want you to have another man's child."

The truth is, Trenia, even though she didn't think about anyone other than Gloriosa even if she was going to have a child, she kept making Gloriosa think, "Anyone who loves me about me and gives me my own child in this arm is good," but it still goes on "now".

Though I didn't want to do anything that would make me feel like someone who loved me.

- Gloriosa, have me as your daughter-in-law.

"Please" because he has received my subordinate form but still won't try to use "Trenia Bubaldia" for the convenience of Gloriosa Sunflower.

- And let me help you so that the country that Gloriosa Sunflower built is 1,000 years ahead of, yeah, well ahead of that, that it was really great stuff.

I admire you from the bottom of my heart.

- That's it.

Again, Gloriosa reduces her temples to pain, but her gaze never strayed from Trenia.

Because I think it's really a pressing feeling, Trenia dares to tell Gloriosa how she feels in a painful way.

But I can't see the faces of my loved ones, even though I'm so thick and embarrassed and I know I can stare.

Still, I want to be on your side and help this guy, so I open my mouth, put it into words and tell him how I feel.

- I'm sure I'll just regret the rest of my life. But if I had you and remembered you and spread your name to my heart, I would have been fine.

- If I could be your daughter-in-law and be one of your supporters, I could walk forward, hoping for it, even if I had something to regret.

Embrace the embarrassment, raise your face, voice your feelings, and tell them.

- Next to Gloriosa, give me a place to help Gloriosa.

I admire you from the bottom of my heart.

"Zah" all the time, I heard Trenia kicking the dirt and there was a "king" with a crisp brow that was equally kneeling in front of me as I was kneeling.

It unexpectedly darkens in front of me and I have a little head of dagger between my chest and Gloriosa's.

On Trenia's lap, the whip of the weapon she had deposited fell, and the hands of those who did not support the dagger enveloped Trenia's hair with a "scratch,"

Mine, be your daughter-in-law, Trenia.

With such a voice of heart, he layered his lips from Gloriosa to Trenia.

In the meantime, the little boy laughs again.

For the little boy who can hear his heart, both "old man" and "old man" are really happy, because it was very telling.

In the sunset, where the voice of her adorable son echoed, slowly releasing her overlapping lips, Gloriosa stared straight into her purple eyes.

"Come on, you're the only one today. I'll give you my time to see Gloriosa."

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

In the past, if you remember the words that tied Gloriosa's heart gently to a man named Trenia, the man with purple eyes smiled in tears in joy, illuminating the voice of his young self of the past.

- Well, you still remember the old saying, Gloriosa.

- Oh, so, do me a favor, be my daughter-in-law, Trenia.

"The heart of Gloriosa Sunflower was truly helped by those words that Trenia spoke to me. So, I really love Trenia, too. Stay next to me."

- Yes. As soon as I get back to you, Saaaaaaaa and a pleasant breeze surround the three parents and children and blow them up.

Gloriosa and Dagger rounded their eyes and Trenia, shy, narrowed their eyes.

- Please, don't tell Barrota or Angletham. Some, Trenia, who could hear the Spirit, had accidentally growled so.

- What, is the Spirit of the Wind saying something?. Oh, well, you loved "these stories" about the Spirit of the Wind.

Unusual for a man named Gloriosa, he was surprised that he definitely captured such a "romantic affair," and now Trenia was circling his purple eyes.

Gloriosa pinches her son between them, hugs Trenia and laughs.

- There may be royalty, nobility, but if it's about my family now, I don't care how much you spread!.

If Gloriosa said that to the Spirit of the Wind in an upbeat mood, if she turned that smile, Trenia was also happy to weep.

I just lean over, holding my little neck between my parents in a tearful "wonder" even though Dagger is happy.

"... if you've got someone you really care about and love, you'll see, Dagger."

Trenia snarled at her son's heart, sneaking like that.

- I would like to introduce Trenia as my "daughter-in-law" in any way possible.

Gloriosa opens her mouth and the mother and child listen to the words.

With his "family" in his arms, Gloriosa was gazing at the place where the noble lady he had mourned would sleep.

But Lord Uemura also chased someone he loved - he wanted to chase them, and they passed away.

I kept doing what I had to tell my family.

- I'm sure I wanted to chase him on my own, but Father... I think Crossandra was stopping me.

Only one of my best friends, the Chancellor, is going to "take the road".

"But Lord Uehi was also a smart man, so he used this mechanism successfully and did what he thought."

Gloriosa spoke slowly to her family, who would pick up both voices, from her mouth and heart.

And to the heart, an elderly lady I've never seen - a scene emerges where an upper-breasted brown smart best friend with an overly neat face is pierced through her chest, with a fine sword of love, fast that won't even make her feel the pain while she feels it.

Dagger hears a "nostalgic" voice overflowing from his father, Gloriosa, between his parents, although the sight is still unclear.

[I have been commanded to obey those who will be new kings in the way they behave.

If you were told to die, if you could apply a sword, do yourself harm without bothering your hands.

If you don't like that either, could you show us to a high place, please?

[That you carry the name of a god, but sweet. That sweetness, "be careful," let me warn you with my old heart]

[Defining "freedom" is difficult.]

[I obey orders.

But I "the",

- No, still in me, the king is the only one, His Majesty Crossandra Sunflower.

Believe the words you said you wouldn't scorn us even if you didn't have the right to enter politics.

Now if you'll excuse me]

[Well, it seems true that Sage made it.

good things about "reaction," which I did quickly, I perceived detrimental to the new king]

"I have exodus the daughter of my own prime minister."

[The General Staff of the Determined Army, her whereabouts, I can't tell you all about this.

Even if they say you're stupid and not diligent]

[Because this is how I live and live and survive in this place, missing his only son without getting caught in your eyes]

[Come on, while I sign, I have reneged on the contract written in the memoir]

[Eventually, supporting Gloriosa Sunflower and becoming the new Chancellor of this country, what will you do with the "sinners" who have committed acts of hatred against this country that may inherit the will of Crossandra Sunflower?

Demonstrating without regret his old memory, Gloriosa brilliantly reproduces his "mother's last years" words, word for word, in the voice of his heart, and conveys them to his wife.

From now on, if you want to be a "queen" and be involved in the country's politics, you have to know these because you thought that as a king, and as a companion.

The first wonder that came to Trenia's mind after hearing a series of reports of Gloriosa was about what a man named Uehi, her husband's mother, had done until she had exposed herself to shame.

- "Daughter of a nasty prime minister" means "Dear Charlock Trifolium," right?

It was difficult to communicate, the parents who said insulation when Trenia joined the resistance called the Determining Army made by Gloriosa, were responsible for announcing the "Law", which they sincerely appreciated.

Who my best friend Angletham Padrick, when he was a boy, even secretly made a "goal".

And even though he was in the position of a heavy town in the country, Trenia hears that he "totally refused to make a family".

When we were children, we were magnificent, and Angletham, who even had a verse that respected the Chancellor a little bit as an exchanger, said, "You want to get into work," so he was convinced.

However, as we proceeded with the Determined Army, when we obtained the help of Pean Vinegar, who was also a wise man but had the duty of an exchanger to pay the territory of this country, he said he heard the Prime Minister dare refuse to build a family for a reason.

"Anything, magic or spirituality, I don't know the trick, but the curse (seriously) of" taking my family's life "sounds like it took blood.

Rumor has it that if you engrave the name of a lifelong friend on the back of your neck, you can have the power to be rephrased by words like "kyojin", "tough, madman, murder blade," while a wise man explains that in his mouth.

If I had a chance, I'd like to explore it.

And he was telling Trenia with certainty the voice of his heart.

- Pean told me, if you thought about the blood muscles of the Charlock Trifolium, it would be like leaving your daughter in exchange for her life in a way, wouldn't it, Trenia?

Gloriosa was with me when Pean Vinegar explained it to me, so if Uemura multiplied it with the story he said at the end, I can think of something like that.

- Yeah, I guess so, though.

Though it was said to be foolish, did his predecessor, Rossandra, go out with him until the end, leaving such a "curse" unattended for him to "forgive" what he could do together?

Such wonders also remain in Trenia's mind.

I don't feel like I didn't do anything to "scratch my feet".

(For once, you should talk to Anglecomb about this.

And I need to bust my job as queen. You can't just let the Chancellor override everything)

From now on, there must be something that needs to be done like a mountain. First, rebuild this country flattened back with a king in front of you with a name that means "glory".

(I'm sure it will take a very long time.

Maybe it will take longer than a dozen years for the deciding armies to start and stabilize this country)

The day of the cedar struck Gloriosa, and its shadow fell around Trenia's chest.

Gloriosa grips at Xu and laughs.

- Trenia, I'm sure it's going to be tough, but thank you.

- Yeah, as a wife, as a queen, although I may be a little suspicious of politeness, I'll cooperate with Gloriosa as much as I can.

- That's me, too. Yes, I will teach Dagger, and I will study again with three parents and children.

- Right, let's do that.

(No matter how long it takes, show your country as king, as a good friend, as a wife, as a queen, to a lovely country recognized by the world)

From now on, he will be prime minister, and a wise best friend predicts that some foreign countries will come after this country to rebuild it now.

But the fact that Gloriosa Sunflower has it, it brings out the sun's light the most, that there is a place next door, even regret, can overcome it -.

"Bullshit."

(Ouch)

Unexpectedly, the soreness of a tickle and a thin, sharp stab in the chest passes past Trenia's chest.

Somehow, I didn't have to put it on my face. I just felt my son, who could read my mind, and from between my father's and my mother's breasts, I looked up at Trenia.

It's okay, Dagger.

The voice of my heart was telling that to my son, even though the faint anxiety spread to my heart.

(What's the matter? "Gloriosa" and I can finally start living as a family.)

Ask yourself.

- Well, whatever it is, from now on, we're going to leave it to Trenia, the Queen, to do something about welfare.

- Well, the royal family, in a way, is going to be the "chick shape" of this country's family, so we need to get along.

(family time, a friendly "time," to continue)