Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

- Smiley and Gloriosa didn't seem to go badly together, above all. Dagger... it's not too bad, though it seems to have become his "first love".

After successfully completing a side room meeting with the king, Gloriosa and Trenia were looking up at the night sky for two on the balcony of the king and queen's bedroom.

- Dagger's taste, I guess, resembles mine, well, though Smiley is really cute. Great gap between the contents and the outside.

Gloriosa was silent to Trenia, who laughed joyfully.

- Plus, I'm looking forward to it, Gloriosa and Smiley baby.

Must be cute. That's what I said, facing each other, I stretched my index finger and stroked it to my husband's crisp eyebrows, which kept staring at me.

- You can meet another adorable baby in this world with these crisp eyebrows.

-... that there is no time left for Trenia to meet only about "one person"?

Gloriosa asks, slowly holding Trenia's hand around her eyebrows and putting it into words.

The voice was heavy and full of sorrow, and I could no longer see the crisp eyebrows I loved staring at until then, and I dropped the gaze of my purple eyes in the hands of a large gloriosa that enveloped my own hands.

- Yeah, maybe, when it comes to that, I think. If Gloriosa would welcome more side rooms, it would be a different story.

- I just need Trenia now.

- But Smiley thought it was "okay," didn't she?

Gloriosa hesitated just a little, but still nodded with certainty.

- But, you know, being attractive as a woman, that's very pretty, and she had a good shape in her chest, but that's not what I said.

- You're looking at it once, Gloriosa...

As always, Trenia laughs amusedly again, somewhat shuddered by too much honesty.

If you laugh, these days you may only visit for an hour without interruption, and the pain in your chest is somewhat relieved.

- That girl, Smiley, is a "good girl," because Gloriosa can honestly feel it, of course, so don't worry.

Gloriosa is relieved that Trenia knows exactly how she feels.

- Yeah, and I also found out that that kid, like Trenia, likes kids and she's a sweet daughter. - When I was excited about something I liked, Balsam said it looked just like it. He said he was like a sister.

"Though I'm not a beautiful woman." I tried to keep talking like that, and Gloriosa held me tight.

Though they never grow taller with each other anymore, their physical senses have changed considerably.

Though Gloriosa was as successful as ever, Trenia's body was surely decaying and thinner than it was when her flesh fell, although she maintained her muscle strength, and held her in her arms when she made her peace.

Even if he can't hear his heart, Gloriosa is sure and next to him, feeling the discomfort of someone who is his best friend and who has become my wife.

Dagger taught me that having fun is the best medicine for Trenia's body.

Making Trenia's malaise a word - maybe even a word that would lead to losing her wife, I ask with a voice of my heart, scared to put it in my mouth.

But if you know I'm being selfish and you're feeling the "time left by Trenia," please let me know.

With the sound of the plea, the voice of Gloriosa's heart reached Trenia.

- Whatever, don't you say you want to help me?.

Trenia asks her husband back as she is embraced just a little dark, sweet and abetting.

If you said, "It's all convenient for me," why are you saying that now if you're angrier than anyone else?

"It's not all hard on you, is it?"

Heard from Gloriosa, Torrenia smiled and nodded, pulling into her young self voice, both the sweetness and darkness she was deliberately putting out.

- Yeah, right.

The nation leaned and a weak life slipped off the uneven earth, causing a deciding army to want to stop it from scattering.

With the goal of peace, he defeated the opponent who became and stood in the way of it, sometimes mercilessly taking his life.

I can only be selfish to be frightened that my life may be interrupted by illness while keeping my opponent's life for a purpose.

Such a selfish and convenient thing to say, I hated Trenia more than anything.

- But if Trenia can take energizing food and medicines that work for her body, she also wants to make sure that I can do it.

I've been thinking about it for a long time.

If Trenia will give me a slight stretch of time to stay on Gloriosa's side.

Because it must be normal to care for a sick family and do something special, and I think people who have "fought" before will forgive you for that.

And by analogy, if being a dear wife and family, disturbing to care for Trenia, Gloriosa had said the words with the feeling of "slashing" them.

- As always, you seem to think "God" when you're angry.

None of the Gloriosa voices I hear in my heart are cluttered up and just overflowing with desire to help Trenia.

- Please, for my sake, sweeten me.

"I know that even if Trenia is gone, I'm not alone with my people and friends on my side.

But I'm sure my mind will be "alone" and I'll assume it on my own.

I'm scared that Trenia is going to despair of the world you disappeared into. "

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

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

Don't lie to me about that word.

Witches with purple eyes tear hard at their presence, "Trenia," which was never a short time, but has so far sat in the heart of this great king.

If you've shown your weakness here, I'm sure this "king" will tip his pity.

- I'm glad you're not Gloriosa's mother or sister, but that's how much you think. Then bring to this world what makes me most energized.

To the words, slightly release the body you were holding and look down at the decayed companion.

- Trenia.

With moist purple eyes, people's minds listen scatterly to words they have ever refused to put on their mouths, and therefore always hesitate to put them on the table.

- Me too, Gloriosa's baby, I really wanted another one. Though I have given up because I was sneaking up on Sage Pean for being noticed.

Crisp eyebrows brilliantly, had made it look lost.

"Don't want peace, if you gave up my right to be royal and only wish Trenia happiness."

- But then, Dagger was never born in this world, Gloriosa.

Besides, regrets don't suit you.

That's what I said, I always wear on my hips, purple eyes on my whip.

After I'm gone. The queen thinks, with a chest ache diligently, lest this precious king should be punished with a heart imprisoned by the pity of having mourned "Trenia" at all.

- So as for my wish to ask Smyre about the baby... However, Gloriosa wanted a girl who looked like me, didn't she?

All this is impossible even with smears.

But because of that, Trenia came up with a very good time.

- Hey, Gloriosa. Although Dagger's purple eyes and contents resemble mine, they do resemble yours after all.

- Oh, right. I don't know, when Dagger was born, Angletham and Barrota made a lot of fun of him.

You slept in the same exact pose with a dagger on your belly in the tent.

He was a father and son in his sleep, and he was having a conversation with a mumbling voice.

As Gloriosa remembers what Barrota and Angletham say in her heart, it's been a long time since a big laugh impulse "ambushed" Trenia and it delivers great success.

- Ha-ha-ha, yeah, there were times and events like that, right? And from now on, you can put your back on and your friends can do it.

- Oh, if you just took over the power of hearing the voice of Trenia's heart, it's just a little bit difficult among the nobles, and it's also difficult in my temperament.

If you're not a "strong man," you won't be attracted, that kind of blood must be pulsating on Dagger Sunflower as well.

- Hey, still, and if you met a girl like me, don't you think you could be a very good friend?.

To the words, with the distinctive eyebrows raised wide above, Gloriosa blinked violently.

-!?, already, now, are you looking for a dagger bride?!. Muh!.

Pull your arms out of the gully cuffed gap and pick Gloriosa's nose.

- I'm too fast... I don't think so in nobility. But that's not what I'm saying, Gloriosa.

- So, what do you mean?

When I take the hand of my wife, who is picking her own nose, I don't feel like that wrist is as thin as a circle, and Gloriosa's heart is shoved with loneliness and pity again.

While not being the voice of his heart, Trenia starts talking brightly about the continuation of the story, taking on that wave of emotions.

- Whatever Gloriosa is, I, Anglecomb, and I'm sure Julian is traveling somewhere in this country.

All three of them have been given weapons to fight.

If that's what Trenia told me, Glorio, I stared at the whip of an amulet she was wearing even when she was in the position of queen.

- Because I taught this weapon and how to fight it, I can be in this place right now, even if I think I could be a couple with Gloriosa.

If I hadn't met that wise man, at least Trenia couldn't move from that place far from that king's capital.

If it weren't for the whip that leads to the "power to fight," it wouldn't be Trenia right now.

Ningro, I don't even feel like the original Trenia was who she was, as much as dropping off her first lover, a boy who was a familiar prince waking up a deciding army, without weapons or anything.

- I'd like you to give this weapon of mine to a girl who seems to be "good for Gloriosa's friends" in her father's shoes.

Yeah, you don't have to be my friend.

If you run into a girl like yourself who's lost in all sorts of things like Trenia Bubaldia, I want you to give it to her from a lovely king named Gloriosa.

I'm sure, because that's the only girl who can't move, because she can have courage in herself.

Before you even try to accompany those words,

That's what Trenia should do herself.

Immediately from my mind, Gloriosa's reply had returned.

Trenia smiled as if she was in trouble in reply to the reply, which also sounded like she was going back.

- Just now, Gloriosa said, "If you're feeling the time left for Trenia yourself, please tell me".

- Is it that short? In the words of the queen, the king truly ties the sturdy mouth he succeeds in immediately after the surprised look on his face.

- I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you I was joking.

To Trenia's apology, Gloriosa swoops her head aside. By doing so, I saw a long dark hair that had looked like the tail of my husband's and sometimes grumpy dog for a really long time, shaking.

However, because the color of the hair was clearly black, I could also see some gray hair. Compared to when I was a boy, I think I've been pretty calm, being a gloriosa.

- Okay, I'm sorry I was so upset while I did tell you.

He was calm and a calm adult.

That "I don't know my family!" stubborn boy has no shadow to see, but he is reliable and lonely.

Gloriosa confirms, staring at the "weapon that can only be handled by a woman" given by the wise man, which is on the hips of Trenia, that the material is a plant but does not wither away.

- If Trenia wants me to do that, I will. I just want you to tell me how much longer it's really going to be.

With a gentle smile that contradicted the expression of her grieving husband, Trenia slowly opened her mouth thinking about the pain and malaise her body complained about on a daily basis, overlapping her previously learned knowledge of healing techniques and medicine.

- Right, until you see Smiley and Gloriosa's cute baby, don't worry, she'll survive willingly. Oh, I'd like to see Angletham and Balsam's baby too if I speak of greed later, so I guess I'll try that hard.

Ask Trenia with the specific time she has been avoiding in her mouth to her wife's bright, hopeful words of "I want to see the baby".

- Four years... or maybe five.

- Yeah, two years if you don't work hard, maybe three if you can work hard with greed.

Now immediately to Trenia, when she denied Gloriosa's hope, she was held again.

I don't like it.

I immediately found out that it was because of the time left that was shorter than Gloriosa had thought, to be far from the adult's physical waist earlier.

- I'm sorry, I betrayed my expectations briefly. But I guess that's about it.

- Really, really?. If you see a baby who loves Trenia, aren't you going to get better?.

In this statement by my husband, for the first time in his life, I felt that the "bad foot scratch" was something so dear to Trenia.

- I know you're fine, but I probably can't. But, you know, I know what I see first, but I'm not giving up yet.

- The result? I'm not giving up, what?.

- The "result" is that I fall out along the way. What I haven't given up is that this country, where Gloriosa will rule as a wonderful king, will be told all along.

Try not to use words that make you feel like you're dead so you don't hurt yourself at all, Trenia answers.

- So, that's how I'm going to tell you Gloriosa's name as a wonderful king, and I want you to start using this whip of mine for one of my anecdotes.

So he took off his whip, and let Gloriosa shake it in his hand.

- It's not nice that the girl who uses this whip, when she gets lost, "I got a nice king," she gets the courage to tell me one day, and that it belongs to her beloved queen.

- Is it possible that the child should be a "daughter-in-law" to Dagger's friends?

Trenia laughs bitterly at her husband, who looks lightly restrained, to her "son's daughter-in-law," who is only four years old.

- So don't push your parents' romantic views there, Gloriosa.

"But if you like" me, "I think you have a very good chance of being a" strong daughter, "Trenia.

Then I think that the "similar part of Gloriosa" dagger might like her daughter. "

To the kind of words that Trenia explains, Gloriosa, after much thought, conveys to her wife the parts of her mind that she cannot speak well.

The conveyed Trenia was also certainly a convincing "father" opinion.

- That's true, "nothing".

Beginning in Russia, "fun" swells in Trenia's chest in a family conversation.

I know it's about the future when I'm gone, but I feel like I'm entertained first as a parent with Gloriosa about what kind of love my young son will make.

Just for a moment, I felt sorry for my son, but this is how I thought with Gloriosa, and worried, I felt brighter.

- Oh, but if that's the case..., come here a minute, Gloriosa.

With her husband holding his own weapon, it is good that she is no longer in a commute, and the queen lifts up the hem of her sleep-wrapped dress and returns from the balcony to her bedroom for a small run, as she has returned to her grandmother's girl.

As always, although a sharp little pain persists in the chest, the pleasure of surpassing it - "hope" had made Trenia feel sincerely bright.

Because of that, Gloriosa also chases after Trenia because she feels incredible that she will be "traveling" from this world in a few years.

- Once upon a time, I admired the martial arts dance that I used to do in Robrow, home of Sage Pean, and they taught me how to leap, and I built some weapons to go with it.

Under the luxurious sleeping table, Trenia used a bag that appeared to be in the form of a large "box", which she had been hiding since the time of the Founding Army, so that she could dive underneath it, and as queen, she looked slightly bold and pulled away.

By the time Gloriosa catches up, with a familiar hand, she opens her bag like a box and Trenia starts looking for it.

- I admire Sage Pean, what he made?. What's that?. Sort of.

Gloriosa asked, accepting the old, but not at all grassy, picture book, which was deposited from Father Barrota, "with a whip in his hand".

If it's true, there's such a dedicated "treasure trove" in another room in the royal palace, but it's not that much, "things you want to keep on your side" or "things you have to keep on your side", including Gloriosa's, which Trenia put together.

We need Smiley to take over this box any minute.

With that in mind, the search was found when only a little bigger pain stabbed Trenia in the chest and distorted her expression.

- To Dagger, if that's the time, I want you to put this up.

That's what I said and took out was a dagger that fitted into a bright sheath.

Gloriosa also looked familiar with the shaping of that dagger, and it was certainly the same weapon that Pean Vinegar loves to use, which is now being investigated by other countries.

However, what he had was a simple one, equal to no decorations or anything else, but what Trenia has in her hands is somewhat bright, especially the ring that is getting to her patterned buttocks, a beautiful red plum color.

- I want you to give this to Gloriosa, to Dagger, from Mother.

As far as I'm concerned, I wonder if the girl with this would like me to be Dagger's "daughter-in-law".

- Right, okay.

- Oh, but you can't tell her you want me to be your daughter-in-law? Don't even think about it. Dagger's with me, too, 'cause I can read it.

I feel so sorry for my wife, who talks so much fun, that while she receives a dagger that supposedly says, "I want you to send it up to my son," Gloriosa can't suppress the voice of her heart.

"When I give this to you, Trenia won't be here anymore, will she?

Then I'm sure I can't afford to remember what I'm talking about and give it to Dagger.

Just remember Trenia and make sure she doesn't cry. "

Whiplash, a fine picture book that can't even be grassed in old times, and a dagger delivered to a brightly colored sheath.

This way, even though there's a lot of stuff left to get involved with as a buddy, best friend or partner, whoever wants you on the most side, disappears.

If such an idea came to mind, with them in his arms, the king would be unable to lean down and move.

I can't help but be really scared to mourn my own companion, who also looks like a grandmother girl, like this is how I went back in time.

- Gloriosa. Until just now, someone who seemed successful suddenly looked like a young boy again.

I'm just not stubborn right now, I'm afraid to mourn my loved ones, that's all.

I couldn't help but think that the time for that breakup was too soon to visit between the two of us who could have been a family, and that if I tried Gloriosa, they would take a piece of my body.

- I can't believe you think that far, I feel blissful as queen, "Your Majesty."

But I still think it's foolish not to do anything, even though I can predict it first.

Trenia spins out the words she wants her husband to tell her as a parent, more as Dagger's mother than as Gloriosa's partner.

Even if you disappear, as a "king," as a "father," what is required is like a mountain.

I don't know if I'm positive, but I won't allow you to try to sit back and "slap me in the ass" that there's more to be done than let pity sink in.

- First of all, it's about Dagger's first love, but that kid never bothers the existence he wants to cherish.

I'll tell her that, although it's Trenia's idea, I think it's similar where she said it.

I will unwrap the dagger Glorio received from me again by rolling up the sleeve of my husband's clothes to my own hands to figure out how to wear the dagger.

I knew that my son Dagger didn't have time to do this for you, so I wanted my husband, who has the same role as a parent, to do it.

On my mind, I can immediately imagine a dagger with purple left eyes, just shortened hair, once I lay it on my own son, who is still laughing at the long black hair of his boyhood.

Unfortunately, although Dagger's first love is not fruitful, I wonder what kind of daughter his son will fall in love with.

If the feeling that I think was "cute" resembled me, would it be another cute beautiful lady like Smiley?

But the lady in the little portrait of Lordship Robrow, shown to this former sage butler youth, was also quite adorable and wanted to meet him.

I'm so excited to see you at the Anglecomb and Balsam ceremonies because that means you're coming.

But if Gloriosa's part was strong, would she still be a "strong girl"?.

If strength makes you "in love at first sight," you may not be able to fall in love with Dagger either, unless you or Sage Pean.

Thoughtful, filling her head, Trenia tied a dagger to Gloriosa's left arm that she would sooner or later give to her son and wear.

Because if I didn't, my tears would have accumulated right under my purple eyes, hot and painful.

- If they're going to be annoying because they really have the feeling of caring for them, I'm sure they won't even give you a bite of their feelings. But not if your first lover is your father's second wife, if it's these aristocratic societies.

Speak quickly and tell your husband what part of your son you know because it's your mother's self.

- But watch him recover from his broken heart in silence when it comes to his love for Smyre.

Now, you don't even know what the word "heartbreak" means yet. I regret not being in this world until it is time for Dagger to know what words mean.

But if I put that feeling in my mouth, because now the king with the dagger around his arm is sure to sit back.

I want for all time a king named Gloriosa Sunflower to be the "hero" who saved this country called Selisanceum, like the "traveler" who once saved this world.

[Then your dear hero, a record of memories that are likely to be pity and sadness so that the traveler does not sit around.

This is the vessel of an exotic goddess that I will take from the presence of your beloved traveler]

[No, fine, the king searching for the angel of the stars, who lives in a high place that sets the record of this world. "My hero" can walk alone.]

The Goddess overtakes the words of existence that feed the memory of this world engraved in the Hero and Calendar.

[Well, then let's just get the record for this incitement. This conversation is an unnecessary time for "the flow of people's time"]

Only slightly, the "negotiations" conducted in distortion of time had broken down.

- Trenia? What's up?.

"It doesn't look like it's hard or painful, but it's rare. I can't believe you're upset."

Gloriosa was turning her hand around his wife's waist so that she could put Trenia's whip and old but never grassy picture books back in the box on her side, which she had immediately in her hands, to support.

-?!, sorry, Gloriosa.

- I can't fit in, let's sit down. When prompted to sit on the sleeping table together, Gloriosa looked up to put up the dagger that Trenia had attached to her.

- I wonder when this dagger will be given to Dagger.

- Hey, I guess I should give it to you when it's like a "trigger" to change your mind.

Trenia reaches out and swings to the dagger.

- At the corner, Gloriosa made me a time to give it to you, so I'm going to have to dagger the story of this weapon a little bit from tomorrow.

I don't know the end of this weapon, but "it's too gorgeous for a boy to have," Dagger would feel.

If I were to use it for something, I think I would use it for every promise my son thinks if I didn't make the "mother's vision" at the price, that my determination and thoughts wouldn't be communicated to the other person.

And if it's from the shape and construction of this dagger, I'm sure there 'll be a "girl" involved there.

At that time, you don't have to realize that the emotion you have is love or love for the girl.

But when the girl becomes a person who doesn't mind giving away her mother's appearance, I want her to have the cleanliness of a position she can feel.

- 'Cause I'm pretty much the "waited" one, hey, Gloriosa.

-?, made you wait for something?.

- Yeah, I made you wait.

I mouthed my husband like that with no idea what it meant, let him put his dagger down and put his head on her husband's shoulder. Honestly, as much as I want to lay down right away if I'm done with dinner, my body is getting tired fast here these days.

- Tomorrow, let's get something cheerful from all over the country, quickly. Anything you want?.

- Well, I'd love to have some delicious Minestrone's, Ta-da, with a lot of celery in it.

To this, the king, who hates celery, rang his throat as much as it sounds "gush" - okay, tell Anglecam tomorrow and tell the kitchen.

And, because he obviously responded by imposing himself for himself, Trenia huffled and laughed out loud.

- I'm just kidding. Well, I'd like some red pomegranate, if I may say something extravagant. It's very, very bright.

- Anything else?. You want some meat or something? Like sweets?.

- I can't think of that all of a sudden.

If you noticed, at some point, on Gloriosa's lap, your hands were superimposed.

If only a little, lighted up and moved purple eyes, my gaze would stay in the box with it open.

I felt more comfortable with all my favorite weapon, the whip of a clam, than a grassless picture book that was placed overlapping with wonders.

And I thought, "This is all I have to tell you," but I remember the "coming" of my weapon that I forgot, and I let go of my husband's head unexpectedly from his shoulder.

Gloriosa also rounded her black eyes, suddenly surprised that Trenia raised her head.

- What's up, Trenia?

- Um, the whip thing, please.

A weapon to fight, inspired courage in a girl like myself, who just regrets it.

"I want to protect my loved ones, no matter what happens to me." A tool the wise man gave me for a girl who holds that feeling more than anyone else, but can't make a good move.

- As long as that decaying whip is inherited and told, put in that weapon, Gloriosa and Trenia are with you all the time, please.

I want the girl to have her weapon in her hand, like she could have mercy on her husband as a daughter, which was not given between Trenia and Gloriosa.

So Trenia closed her purple eyes, and put her head on Gloriosa's shoulder again, and the day went by. Time flows relentlessly on an equal footing and goes by.

One year later. Upon successful completion of the Balsam and Anglecomb ceremonies and welcoming Smiley to the side room, the announcement was also successfully completed and the response of the civilians was excellent.

The aristocrats and the queen were originally "village daughters", and some worried that "civilians" would welcome this wedding when they greeted Smyre, the noble daughter, in the side room.

However, for Smyre's living house and a nobleman who was shadowy dissatisfied with Anglekham's reign, he seemed to chill his liver at this story, which suddenly passed.

I guess we know that our overflowing selfish grievances and complaints have reached the ears of the brown Chancellor, whose face is too neat, via our daughter who tried to use it like a tool on a boulder.

And the "Chancellor of the Devil" publicly stated in Parliament that, with regard to aristocratic matrimonial relations, parents would not mind arranging an engagement, but that those who overly disregarded the will of the people in question would intervene with dignity.

However, there are times when nobility has an aristocratic flush, so the place is considered, and "I am a young man in aristocratic society, so I would appreciate your guidance", in order of "whip and candy" successfully, let them obey.

When such legal developments were completed, two lives were given to both Sunflower and Padrick's houses, reports rose.

- Dagger, good for you, you can have a new "family".

For the first time in a long time I held my son up to the good news that a new, adorable life would be born on my side, circling in circles like a village daughter, Queen Trenia Sunflower rejoices.

A few days later, if I had been in the morning support, the voice of the maid's heart came into Trenia's ear.

(My queen, my dresses have grown completely so far.

As Anglecomb told me, I need to ask for a needle during your official duties and get it packed again)

- Anglecomb took that into account.

- Huh?!.

- Nothing, later, when you ask the Chancellor after your official duties, talk to him about his upcoming appointment.

- Oh, yes, I'm in awe. The Queen's "Yes" has not been officially made public.

"Master Trenia is also said to have acted as a hero of the country.

I might have guessed it when I saw that I was in a commute. "

As a maid of honor, a woman who was interested in becoming a queen was so afraid that she had trouble with the queen.

- Thanks for the skinny shame, because you don't have to force a tight corset to your hips.

Yeah, but if I lost weight, I guess I'll rebuild my dress and get a new corset.

Then, the "queen" spoke brightly to the maid of the upcoming exam, saying that losing weight would not be easy.

- My queen, I'm sorry to have bothered you. I will make sure to tell the Chancellor.

- Please. Then call me when it's time for official business to begin. Until then - I'll rest.

There's nothing more I can do in front of this girl.

In my heart, I groaned to give up.

- I'm in awe. Trenia sits back in a comfortable chair with a large layer, recently set up by the king after the maid of the brothel bowed her head and left the room respectfully.

- It seems better to assume that my malaise is known to a normally well-perceived category of people.

I've also lost a lot of strength.

Even eating makes my body spicy, although Gloriosa makes me nutritious.

If I could, I would have liked some light food such as porridge, but that would also worry my husband.

- But if you're not well, the baby won't let me hold you.

I think like my sister, I want to do whatever it takes until Balsam and Smiley get out of the labor safely and meet the cute babies.

- But let's not forget that time is limited.

On that day, after each other's official duties, the Chancellor will come to the queen's room with the king.

- Why, Your Majesty, is Gloriosa following you, it's your day off alone, isn't it?

- When anything followed me, I didn't say and listen.

- Why, don't you call me!.

Ever since Trenia began to fade, she had ostensibly behaved as a fine king, but since the end of her official duties, she had cared so much about her wife secretly that she could not even detect it in her recent history.

Even today, even though the king was a little distant when Trenia's brochure told Anglekham's brochure and the Prime Minister's brochure was secretly telling him, the king followed him with certainty, in his ear.

- Even if you ask, it may just be a sad story, "Your Majesty." I kept pity in my purple eyes and reported my physical malaise to someone who was honestly my best friend and also felt for my family.

Gloriosa listens on the side, not in words or expression, but just "patient" feelings echo in Trenia's mind.

However, I do not want to distract myself from reality, and I thank my partner for the strong desire to tell myself that I should not distract myself.

- Really? Well, I'll tell you before I look at the time and declare your malaise. Because the life of Trenia Sunflower is the right of the people to know.

- Okay, Angleka.

In the words I finished listening to the report, it seemed like an anglecam that felt cold, but in my mind, just like Gloriosa, I was overflowing with concern for my best friend Trenia.

- In the determinants, it's a strange thing, even though I didn't think this over and over again of a fight that wasn't dead or weird.

I know Gloriosa is more than me, but I can't help but be really scared of the world where you're gone.

As my best friend, I'm sorry to have to think about this at this point. "

Using both the old fashioned mouth and mind well, Angletham cleverly tells Trenia how he feels.

I really appreciate the fact that I feel like Trenia, but at the same time I also feel worried about my best friend, Gloriosa, as a "I'm leaving you behind" position.

- Right, that's really it. Maybe the scariest thing in this world is these diseases.

"What are people saying about being a father soon?

Now, go home as soon as you're done with the report and tell Balsam's baby that "Aunt Trenia" is waiting for you.

Besides, it's not cheap. It's the Chancellor's job. "

I don't care if they ask me, but if they ask me, I'll have trouble - rather than "embarrassing" content, I'll have a telepathic conversation.

However, that will soon not be possible within the royal palace.

When it became known that there were nobles dissatisfied with Anglekham's reign, Parliament decided that work would be done so that disturbing conversations could not take place in the royal palace or in the castle.

That would be a lot of interior work - embedding wind spiritual stones in the walls, so it would probably be done on an annual basis, and it would take time first to support the start.

In addition, as the side chamber smile gives birth, the place where the construction is to be carried out must take into account the baby and the mother.

Then, during the construction, Smiley moved himself to Anglecomb's mansion and there were stories like this.

If such a story had been telepathically interacted with a couple of times, Angletham opened his mouth with a serious look on his face, staring at his best friend and his wife with green eyes.

- How about you, Your Majesty, take the Empress somewhere where you can rest and rest away from the king's capital?

"... Trenia, why don't you take a break from your official duties and rest somewhere quiet?

- I miss Trenia, Angletham.

The king, who can only talk in words, said so lightly of the Prime Minister's proposal as his best friend, and withdrew. Prime Minister With a blatantly shaped eyebrow, between the eyebrows it created a splendid vertical wrinkle, pointing his angry face towards His Majesty King Gloriosa.

- Your Majesty, I may be lonely, but I am now saying this because I am worried about the body of your queen, Trenia.

"As always, it's simple to think.

A little bit of a suggestion because Trenia wants you to stay long. "

This one "as always" to the exchange between the King and the Chancellor, Trenia accidentally suppressed her licence with her hands, but her laughter had leaked.

- Thank you, Anglecomb. And maybe we can put "in words" around there. I'm a much more enjoyable exchange to hear.

Trenia laughed so much that tears seeped into the edge of her eyes, carving an irreplaceable line of smiles on her face, which had just faded a little thinner.

- I'm with Gloriosa, too. I don't know if I'm sorry about Angletham.

After seeing her husband as a kyoton to his laughing wife and wiping the tears floating on the edge of his eyes with his fingertips, Trenia told Angletham of her will. The prime minister was staring at the queen, turning the frown wrinkles that had been engraved for anger into a form of confusion this time.

- Trenia, you don't mind if we cut back on our official business a little bit and make it easier. The people also know what you're doing from the decision-makers, and they want you to stay a little longer.

- Yeah, I'd love to be in this world for a long time, too, if I could. If you can just let me say Wagamama, if you know for a limited amount of time, the side of the people you care about and love if you can, "next door" is good.

If you put that feeling in your mouth and saw your husband, smile gently.

Then the purple eyes tell me that Gloriosa looked like she was putting a balance in her heart.

On both ends of the scale, "Trenia will miss me" and "Trenia will stay for a long time," as if in a picture book, a grin comes up in the queen again.

Moreover, like children's play equipment, both ends were brilliantly raised and lowered.

- Hey, Gloriosa, stop!.

- What, what?!.

Turning his back unintentionally to the astonishing king, Trenia was laughing as she suppressed the stomach of her sleeping dress, which now had a mouth and a quick "needle" packing for her.

Angletham, who was accustomed to laughing at Trenia for being poked at the "point" by Gloriosa's toddler-like way of thinking, was calmly open to this exchange.

- If you say you will rest, this simple king will do his job twice as fast as any other time.

Like a prince of a gaga in a quiet place, you'll be on a fast horse and rushing.

Angletham, not knowing yet why he was told to "stop", does not break his strong desire to "quiet" Trenia while pointing to Gloriosa, who is a Kyoton.

That was more a word with the strength of my thoughts as a best friend than a queen or a prime minister.

- Just now, the troops of the early horses were also made to the army on a test basis. Let His Majesty Gloriosa try it himself.

The suggestion, which included the meaning of "I can slow down" and "I don't miss you," Gloriosa nodded, turning off the balance that was in her mind because she was very much in agreement.

- Don't miss Trenia, if you can get some rest, I'd like that, Angletham!.

- Really, thank you, Anglecam to Gloriosa.

- I'm sure, if Julian was there, he'd be making the same suggestion.

As familiar as "no push" and given her best friend's name, Trenia smiled in trouble like she would when she was really happy with the seriousness.

Really, I'm glad you're worried.

(If time can turn back, I want to pound on my shoulders, "I don't have a good relationship with my parents")

Sometimes the blood bondage of flesh parents is wonderful.

However, if I had known earlier that I would never have been too restrained there, I would have had more fun with these best friends.

So if you can do it, don't worry. Stay like this, in this place, I want to meet the "end of the line".

- Thank you, but I'm still on everyone's side, okay? Even if, for example, you can't take the time to rest and you end up in this world for a shorter time.

- Trenia, will you reconsider?

"It's really Wagamama.

It's for Gloriosa and Dagger, so rest your body. "

I was finally bringing up the name of my best friend's son, feeling a little "cowardly and sorry".

Beyond that thought is the image of the mother, who died of illness, in the memory of her best friend, who is almost gone.

Oh, you were layering it over me.

If that's what you said back, make it red just for a little light on your brown face.

At the time of the activities to calm the country, the quarters where Anglecomb was born were burned down by the National Army within the very beginning.

As a homeland, I guess there is a countryside on the edge of this country with fathers, mother-in-law and belly-brothers, but if you still remember your birth parents, it will also be his homeland there.

The thoughtlessness of not being able to tell the mother who was ill that she wanted her body to rest, even though she was forced to do so, smoked in her best friend.

My best friend's birth parents will not end up leaving Guo until the end of the day, but they will make my son grieve to the fullest, making him say "don't grieve" from the moment he feels comfortable.

Though the clever, yet unknown boy believed in it, he found out it was about the compassion of his mother, with a friend who had grown up and caring for each other.

- I'm sorry, I knew I wanted to be on everyone's side even if I couldn't rest.

Sorry for the cowardice, if Angletham uses that feeling, even Trenia will let me use it there.

I'll write you off "back then." Please, Angletham.

It was an event that led to the entry of the sage Pean Vinegar and the deacon's lock into the deciding army, and consequently to Gloriosa and Trenia linking up.

But if you made it Anglecomb, you tried to rip off the best friends of both thoughts, the most embarrassing part of your life, and the most sorry part.

Always, even Angletham, who is never, etc. flushed by personal affection, but only here, more than reason, remembers the tears of Trenia, who was crying at that time thinking of Gloriosa, "flushed".

- Oh, you have no choice.

"No matter how much time passes, the foolishness of the past is still something that strangles you in some way."

The voice of such an anglecam's heart came through to Trenia with sighs, regrets and apologies.

"Heh heh heh, I was wondering if Anglecomb's" weakness "would ever be used again, so it was just fine."

When I was returned that way on telepathy, if I had accidentally had a bitter laugh in the true sense, Gloriosa would crack me in and realize I was having a conversation in a way I didn't hear.

- What, are you using telepathy for conversation again?!. Tell me too, Trenia!.

- You know...

Like a child's secret story, Gloriosa plugged her brown hand in as she tried to listen to Trenia's mouth.

The king and his wife stare at the face of the prime minister of this country, with purple and black eyes, too neat with green eyes.

- Okay. But, "Queen," please tell me when you get a little tight.

- Thank you. But because of what happened back then, I could be honest with my feelings, too, so I'll tell you what I appreciate now.

"It was a pleasure to share this with you" before the end. "Thank you, Anglecomb."

Then, a few months later.

Trenia's hard work didn't yield much results, and when she started spending half the day with her bedroom, Smiley was only a few days faster, giving birth to a boy, followed by Balsam giving birth to a boy as well.

Both mother and child were healthy, and more than the fathers of the children, Trenia was in the bedroom, loud and gloriously pleased.

The country was also filled with an atmosphere of celebration.

And even though there is no postpartum period, the young new American mothers bring a new family to the queen's resting rear palace after receiving "ink" from healers and doctors.

The queen, who loved the baby, was filling her breasts with happiness and joy, moisturizing her purple eyes with joy.

The babies, who have each taken over the characteristics of their best friends as fathers, who can still hold enough in both arms, can't help but be truly adorable.

- Please, don't let the darkness of great regret strike you, my dear ones.

- Even so, may it be a regret to be overcome.

He poured his loving eyes on two babies with no neck attached, and smiled at the king on his side to show "Ni" and his companions.

- Thank you so much, Gloriosa. Really, mix it up. To the words, the family could only smile.

Truth is, after Smiley's birth, Trenia wanted to help, but the physical decline progressed faster than she thought, and there she was also her nanny, "Bhaya," who worked really hard while she was old.

- I wish this "old man" had the Queen's disease. I regret it.

Even Master Dagger said he had brothers around the corner.

- I'm sorry, please smile.

With a smile, Trenia regretted that she had not had much time to do with her family.

And Trenia starts thinking about what happened after she disappeared. First, he admitted the letter to a young man who, while energetic, also thought of him as his "brother".

[It's been over a year since all of you at Robrow left.

This one Balsam and Smyre were given children in the same next period and were born safely.

The babies are both boys and it is interesting that Anglecam and Gloriosa, who are fathers, are happy because the color of their hair and the fabrication of their faces are similar to that of their mothers so far.

I can't believe Angletham. Alsen (the name of the child, that's the name) is really horrified by the balsam-conceded white skin.

Only Rotz's (Gloriosa and her sister-in-law Smyre's son) tough eyebrows really resembled her father, and to this I laughed like Lord Sage when I had a dagger, too.

I am so happy that my two mothers gave me permission to hold such a cute baby and I don't care what time she dies.

It's a lie]

- Here, I hope you laugh.

I'm flattered that the jokes I said this suck and there's no such thing as literary talent.

- If Julian were here, I'd say the words I cared about would be slurred.

Trenia grabbed the pen again, hoping it would still be a healthy victory somewhere in this world.

[I suppose you should refrain from sending a letter to Mr. Karin, whom I am lord and lady lord of the queen's position, even more than Lord Sage wants solitude.

I just really wanted to let you know about the baby, and Rock sent you this letter.

Never mind the reply, do you? Good luck then.

From Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower]

Write it up so sassy, pull out the sealing ring of the wax, which has grown slightly from your fingers again, and wax it down and mark it.

To: Lock of the Deacon of the Lords of Robrow.

He knows that even if his Lord wanted solitude, he would work to accommodate it in these ways.

Don't let him worry about it for once, so that he doesn't mention his name and still Trenia can tell it's a personal letter from the "Queen".

- It's a luxury to have something like these made on the queen.

By saying that it was a "learning" as a royal family, he told Angletham, the prime minister, that he had to build a "sealed wax ring" to testify, when most of the law development came on track.

The king, Gloriosa, seems to mind the same thing with the flag, with the design of a lion in the sunflower, as is the royal "San Frava".

However, Trenia, as queen, had to think anew.

- I tried to gather the material for reference, but wonder, there's no trace of the "queen" from before Gloriosa's father's Dark Hall, even though it's not in the national material. Be polite, it's just that part.

Angletham was troubled, carving vertical jitters between his brows with shaped eyebrows, and for the time being, he had also brought me drawings of exotic grasshoppers along with drawings that seemed to be available for various crests.

- It will also be a "commemoration" of a leaning peace, and I think it will be inherited by the woman who will now be the "queen".

- Hey, then, if it's weird, you're weird all the time until it's like a flat out noise again!.

Again, the king following something bright like that.

- Gloriosa, what do you care about putting pressure on Trenia?

- Really?! I'm sorry, Trenia.

To the same husband and best friend interaction, Trenia laughed happily with Couscous in her bedroom.

- Then, in the order of my apologies, think with me, king.

- Okay!. But I suck at paintings.

It was enough that Trenia said on purpose to Anglecam, okay.

-... then this is going to be a little bit of "official time," so think carefully of the two of us, the king, the queen, the sign of the nascent queen and the shameless.

"The two of us, when we're discussing it," accidentally, "so that Dagger can come, I will."

- Nice to meet you, please.

At the very least, I was thankful that he was working on it so that I could spend some time with my three parents and children.

However, as an official business in the corner, I was given time for my parents and children, but the design of the queen's wax seal ring is not so bad.

For a long time, Trenia liked the "goddess" who loved children, "Hurley Tea", which she heard because she didn't even know her name when she was in the country, passed on to countries east of the exotic country.

A symbol of the goddess is the pomegranate, which Trenia used to arrange the pattern of pomegranate for each occasion that she was responsible for the edge, as well as beautiful red.

So if the three parents and children came up with that, that's all I could think of anymore, and I didn't hesitate to conclude "that's good".

Both my son Dagger and his mother were delighted with the garnet painted to the point of graffiti.

The Chancellor was stunned by the early decision, but if he heard about the goddess that Trenia liked, he was also perfectly convinced.

- Oh, yeah, I'm sure it's just fine.

"A child loves a baby goddess. In a way, this Selisanceum country could be called Queen Trenia."

Angletham is a serious face, and the words I can even accept as jokes have been telepathically conveyed.

If the motif decided to call it a "pomegranate," then I thought I'd entrust the design to that kind of specialty, but Shakyak Steiner, who is said to be the "highest tailor in the country," is going out.

The position of the "tailor" in this world is, of course, the design and tailoring of the garments, of which the "performance" is most respected.

In calm and calm times, even those who will wear them will weigh in on tailoring such clothing, which brings out charm that they have not noticed.

If it is the world of battle, it maximizes the power that the person has in the body to fight with his or her charm by wrapping clothes around him or her.

However, it can be really difficult for most tailors to combine the "charm" and "combat" of their garments by specializing in one side or the other.

And as a serene country in Celisanceum, if I saw it in the percentages of "Attraction: Combat" as a recognized tailor, it represented how difficult it was to make clothes with so much fighting power.

What is needed to bring out the fighting power of the haunted person is, of course, the acute observation power, as well as the talent and habits of the person, the sensitivity he feels and the ability to sew into tailored clothing that helps him.

If the color and performance of a single piece of yarn prevents you from drawing on your talent for what you wrap up by refining the ideas that come up one after the other in your head, even though you are close to completion, unwrap them and rebuild them once again.

It may be too extreme and unacceptable for the general feeling, but there is even talk that even the fabric that was decided and woven up may have been rewoven for a single thread.

It can be done as a matter of course and gradually be recognized by the state as one of the tailors who can bring out both combat and charm.

However, until the country where the darkness had reigned was levelled, most tailors without the power of "arms" could not withstand the inclination of the country, even slipping down its inclination and crushing it.

I don't know if Shakyak Steiner should have escaped the "difficulty" of leaning, but he kept his own mansion in the Wang capital, but he was rarely there.

He said that the rarity of being in his country first in search of new materials was also famous before the country leaned.

However, because it is also a world of jealousy and envy for talent, rumors were also made to the mouthless that they were "traveling with keen taste and understanding to escape the oppression of the country only by themselves".

Regardless, the highest tailors continued their outings of the countries, not at all to their opponents.

And the state is still going on outdoors in a state of calm and "irrelevance" even when the country settles.

Anglekham, who once became the new prime minister, has sent out a letter, but he just finds out that he is in the island country at the end of the east, and he still doesn't know if it has arrived.

Truth be told, yesterday, it is now called the Four Heroes of Peace, Gloriosa, Anglecam, Trenia and Barrota.

Even the four of them, speaking of having seen the "work" of the country's highest tailor, are now deciding to hide, about the red and black coat where the sage Pean Vinegar was wrapped up.

Instead of just its performance - "convenience" was well understood as continuing to flatten out together.

If convenience is a good analogy, in the days of the determinants, it includes four people wet and wet in stunning street rain, both wise and deacon.

In the interactivity "rainstorm," each stripping and squeezing clothes, and calling the Spirit of Wind and Fire to dry, only the red and black coat wrapped by the wise man instantly separates the moisture if the owner, Pean, plays his finger.

The red and black coats were brilliantly mouthed and voiced "whoops" except for the wise man and butler, who was brilliantly dry and knew their performance.

However, according to the wise man, this coat was originally ordered with a promise tailored by the father of former Lobrow lord, Pean Vinegar, who is now hiding in an exotic country.

I don't know about Pean's own "parents who cross their boundaries" connection, but he was lucky enough to have Shakyak Steiner tailored it.

"Apparently," he said continuously, that Pean's parents, too, had not been in Robrow, where diplomatic work was predominantly and not very territorial, since the time of their hearts.

But because it grew up to be "normal," I never felt a lack of love because of loneliness or anything like that, and my parents and children were good friends, and when my son wanted to "travel alone" before taking over the territory, it was something that was quickly tailored to him.

Convenient, good performance and good taste.

I wanted a tailor who could build such a thing to design and create a ring that would be a "memorial" to Queen Trenia if she could, combining the feelings of both her best friend and the Chancellor and giving it away "from Gloriosa".

- Oh, speaking of which, you stayed put because I said I didn't like the ring. What, that's what it meant, Angletham?.

The voice of Anglekham's heart was audible to Trenia, recalling, including the absence of the country's highest tailor.

- Yeah, I don't think I should fit anything into the mold. But I also thought it would be better to have a "better shape" connection.

- Thank you, Angletham. But then, let's make it a wax-marked ring with the pomegranate that Gloriosa painted for us.

That being said, I handed the Prime Minister a drawing form with my husband's drawings on it.

Gloriosa, the person who did the "design", just painted the grenade so hard, was better off keeping her son on his lap. "Is that good?!" he panicked and compared his wife to his best friend.

That's okay, I said briefly and looked up Angletham from the bunk.

- So, if you like, make that my only wax stamp ring. The ring as the official queen's crest was rebuilt using the iconic pomegranate as it was when Master Shakyak was returning.

- Okay, let's do that. Because the Queen also has an opinion from the people that she wants it to be a little more vivid.

One of the gold rings, a design from the king as a prototype, just for Trenia.

- Thank you. So a young dagger opens his mouth as he decides, comparing the faces of the three adults.

- Mother, Chancellor Anglecomb, Father, His Majesty the King is in real trouble.

I laughed a lot at the last word Dagger said on his father's lap. In this way, the gloriosa design garnet (which can be seen to be manageable) and the wax mark ring can be made.

- It's too simple, so the blacksmith finished it from the order, not so long ago. Your Majesty!.

Now, put it on the queen.

"I take revenge on you now, laid to pieces by Lord Sage and Gloriosa a few years ago."

With black thoughts in his belly, a bearded prime minister slapped the king on the shoulder in an overly neat and beautiful face, said to have grown more attractive in recent times.

From Gloriosa, where tension is culminating, a simple gold ring arrives softly on Trenia's drug finger, which has become much thinner, and when she sees it, Trenia smiles

- Heh heh, the order is dazzling, but you've done everything you can to become a family. The ring, thank you, Gloriosa. To Smyre, after the tailor returns home, please.

On his thinned chest, he placed his left hand with the ring fitted against his chest so as to press and tighten it.

"This is for my own gold ring.

If you can, put it in a coffin with it in your finger, and mourn it - Angletham.

I entrusted my best friend with my heart's voice a wish that my husband could not wish for.

- I wonder how many times I can use it like this later.

On the red wax, by the mark of the grenade, as if it were a child's painting, he sealed the letter and asked the maid of the brochure to write to him.

Angletham will be told that he visited as "Chancellor" so that the maid may be replaced with leaving the room.

After the ceremonial act was carried out, he was told, "I declare the Queen unwell."

Trenia acknowledged and nodded as she quietly re-fitted the gold ring.

- Because keeping the queen ill down here would be an injustice to the people who support her country. I declare it an "epidemic disease" because it causes anxiety to the people if the name of the disease remains unknown.

- Yeah, I don't have a choice.

As a proclamation, medicines are given by Pean Vinegar, lord and wise man of Robrow, who immediately spreads Trenia's malaise and from all over the country, and who was proclaiming concealment.

- I said Rock wrote you such a good letter and sent you.

Should I just call it the medicine prescribed by Sage Boulder? If I took it, I also caught the pain that would really be slight but shooting it into my chest.

When I've only got a little room back, my son brings me Pope- Father Barrota.

He poured out words to me that would allow me to penetrate "Trenia" to the end of the day when I was lost.

- If you like "yourself" proudly that you are reassuring around by being the usual kind hard-working Trenia, do so.

- The life of Trenia belongs to Trenia until the very end.

And the priest, whose son, whose complex heart had also become pope, who had taken over his power, had duly understood.

(I may have nothing to worry about anymore) Life expectancy is too fast, and if it's true, I would have liked to see this world before I "travel".

However, as someone who lived in the "dying of illness" stream, Trenia decided to embrace it, thinking it must be a life that would enter the "good".

Items to be "shaped" - "dagger", "whip" to Gloriosa. After I was traveling, I also asked for the Queen's ring, which was supposed to be made.

"Nothing left to worry about." That's how I felt. When I touched the cute "Lotz" who was one year old, I was shooting.

If Trenia's energized, the two young mothers had come to see their lovely babies without setting the day to a degree that they were burdened with each other.

It's also my first time raising a child, so to be honest, it seems there have been some things a little uneasy.

I was originally Balsam's mother, and Gloriosa's sister was going to rush me.

However, he said he had made his hips and legs worse just before his visit, and even to Wang Capital, he was in a difficult condition to come out in a carriage.

Smiley's wife and her so-called postpartum fatigue worked very hard to settle down, but this one is really old, so Trenia asks me to rest.

So I'm going to rely on "Dear Senior."

However, Trenia was just rested because she was also ill, and rather than fall asleep, she had a conversation, regardless of her strength, and was greatly distracted.

Most importantly, Lotz and Arsen are adorable "as much as their cheeks are going to fall off" when they try Trenia.

Just at first, from the aristocratic senator,

"Some royals and nobles have women in the profession of" nanny, "so we should leave parenting to you."

I also raised my voice that

"There are times when I need help, but I want to raise them myself if I can."

and the king's side chamber, and the Chancellor's wife petitioned her husband.

The statement will also take the form of respect for the will of the wife and side chambers, taking an attitude that Angletham Padrick, the father and prime minister of the child, also endorses.

There was a "purpose" there, and there were times when the queen and the king, who were ill, could be involved in proceeding.

I could only count, but when the public holidays of the King and Prime Minister overlapped, in the Queen's room, there appeared to be a discussion between the Prime Minister and the Queen regarding the cooperation of the "two groups of parents and children", infants and childcare.

In the early days of the discussion, Gloriosa and Angletham were "reviewing" their children's baths, recalling that they had done so several times when they were daggers.

And there was a state clerk who wrote it down that a woman who had previously been active in the field as a "nanny" should be instructed to be careful.

The young mothers thanked them for bringing their children together and made it clear that if Trenia asked for their opinion, it would be helpful.

- What do you care about bathing needs strength? Hey, after work, if you have the energy, will you try to advance what men do as much as you can?

While "at work on holiday," Angletham opines to Trenia as he takes off his plain clothes jacket in the position of nobility, rolls the long sleeves of his shirt up to his elbow, and gives his son, whose neck has slowly settled recently, away from the bath.

- Well, although it would be a tiresome category, it would also never be more skinships with babies, so if you could, it would be a good change for your parents.

- Okay, Clerk, write it down as a dossier. Gloriosa, if you change the bath water, have lots.

Angletham, saying so, had prepared himself in advance, a large soft towel, politely and gently wiping his little son.

- Oh, okay. But Lotz doesn't really react to my pace. At first, Dagger was stuttering and crying.

Teaching nannies and palace maids, smiling at the conversation between the king and the prime minister, were turning in bathing water and proceeding to the king with a baby in the shape of the same eyebrows as please.

- That must mean a character, similar to His Majesty the King, that doesn't move things. Balsam, rehydrate Alsen. Is it white water or diluted fruit juice?

- Yes, Master Anglecomb.

The interaction is noted and sketched by the official clerk of the country and the painter in charge of the illustration.

What was being done here was to work as a "queen" to make arrangements for families where children were born and to make textbooks spelling out advice.

Parents and children who were unexpectedly "not knowing how to raise their children" encountered the face of the determinants several times when they were in the process of making peace.

What seemed particularly troubling was the father and son who had given birth but were losing their mother because of the unsettling situation.

It's a time of national chaos, so if I say I have no choice, I can't help it.

♪ I'm not gonna cry at all ♪

♪ Babies don't sleep ♪

♪ I don't know how to deal ♪

and Trenia will struggle to say it. In the meantime, at a time when Gloriosa and I were not "close to each other like that," we first searched for a reassuring place and evacuated them.

Looking for a woman in the evacuation area who would become an obstetrician, she asked for help using her "best-friend with an over-faced face" - Anglecomb.

If you filled the baby's belly first, Trenia hands it to the person who will be the parent, on a piece of paper describing how to treat the child for his age.

- Hey, does this mean that Celisanceum is pushing women too far to raise their children?

A boy named Gloriosa says what he feels while he looks like that, but a man who gets advice from Trenia drips.

In addition, he had bought not less of the disapproval of the men in the settlement, which was protecting his father and son in need by losing his mother.

However, no one can complain about a long-haired boy with a crisp, splendid brow, a machete on his hip and a big body.

The boy's tender and "strong" is hearing rumors of the activity of a resistance called the "Gloriosa of the gods".

Anything that just dissatisfies him with his words, it does, so the ambient air was even russian for what he couldn't put into words.

- Uh, rather than pushing it, you might want to consider it "settled" as a "women's specialty" job. When babies are in their stomachs, they can't do it if they want to.

- And all in all, women are more like babies, and if they're unsuitable, it's just a story about a lot of people who are. Even women don't like children.

Gloriosa snorted convincingly if Trenia and Angletham expressed their opinion to be too honest and "fair" to their leaders.

- Yeah, well, a man can't have a baby if he wants to, and if he's unsuitable, I hope everyone can. Yeah, I thought I heard on my sister before that some women don't like kids!.

The men, who were belly hungry at Gloriosa's words, also rounded their eyes at first at the way Gloriosa nodded honestly as they expressed their thoughts on the words of her child-favorite daughter and the young man with an overly neat face.

But even though he was laughed out of the "poison gas" at how he was being too honest.

"Made me laugh." Gloriosa was tilting her successful neck, waving her wonderfully long dark hair.

Then, with regard to the father and son who lost their mother, they received a euphoric reply when they undertook to do so in the settlement, and the determinants began moving to the base set by Anglekham.

- If it's a child made between two couples, I'd have liked to have just talked about raising them together regardless of their disorientation.

Julian, who was still in the deciding army, says that while walking side by side with Angletham and the horse.

- Well, if you were "kind" in the real sense, you'd think that.

"Thoughts" would have happened, but I understand that if my best friend said what he thought, he would have kept his mouth shut by telling me what he had not done well.

But since it was also an unconvincing story, I am telling Anglecam, who is now my best friend, what I honestly thought at the time.

Save it in the belly. Later on, I actually complained about it. I can't do it when I'm dressed like an outburst.

Julian tells his telepathic best friend to overlap.

♪ I don't have the courtesy to be close ♪

Such a conversation between Angletham and his best friend named Julian continues watching Gloriosa worship the words of Trenia, who speaks the beauty of the baby forward.

- My father-in-law, if he decided to take me away from the orphan when he was a baby, from there, when he needed help, he owed me, because he almost raised me alone.

"At least, if you asked people or looked into it, you'd know, my stepfather gave it to me.

I don't know, I didn't say anything sweet. "

- Not that I can't, but I'm just talking about "I wasn't facing you," and it's irritating to see that.

With the heart and the words, the matter Julian communicated is long, but it was convincing to Anglecomb.

- So in the middle of all that noise, Julian didn't smile and say a word so he wouldn't mess up the place, did he?

- Yes, because you're a gentle, cruel Mr. Julian.

If you just said what you wanted to say, your shiny best friend is ahead and now stares at your neat-faced friend beside you after staring at your purple-colored eyed best friend who talks about the baby's love.

- Hey, if one day the country is stabilized, can't you wrap it up like a book in Trenia and Anglecomb, "How to treat a baby" or something? Trenia is on the woman's side, and Angletham is on the man's side.

- What suddenly. For Anglecam, he had the expression of rounding rare eyes, comparing a friend who unexpectedly walked side by side with Trenia, who was forward and now lectures Gloriosa on how to hold her.

An honest best friend and leader, while crossing the horse and holding the reins, followed Trenia's lecture and seriously imitated the hug.

He is basically too kind and honest as a person, so he listens and accepts unconditionally if he can feel right.

But Anglecomb was aware that, in general, "fewer lords can truthfully listen to women".

So even that part was kind, and it was also telling me that my shiny best friend was belly hungry for "same-sex who cares too much about wasting his physical appearance".

- That's right, what Julian calls parenting guidelines are probably what this country needs. In addition, you might want to add "coercion" to that.

"Couples are caring about each other is a big premise, but when they want the woman's help," I don't know, I don't know, so I can't ".

Such a pathetic escape route would be less rubbish if it were blocked by national policy. "

I don't even create a dog that doesn't eat a couple fights.

If there is power available to avoid creating it, there is no hand to not use it.

- As a matter of fact, in order to become a family with children around here, you can also create things like "exams" so that men and women are fair. It's like checking with each other to see if they're ready to get over it.

- Well, it's not until we "calm" the country down. I don't hate that kind of "let's have a good home" airborne theory, so think with me, Julian.

"My husband is really cool," and I'd like a "guide book" that I think your ladies would like. "

To Gloriosa, Trenia, who was lecturing on the hug but definitely listening to the voice of her heart, looks back to Russia and winks with purple eyes.

- But that's really the only story you can come up with right now.

He's a freshly made determinant, and he hasn't grown up as one. It was also a story that no one could think specifically about having children.

But a story I want to shape someday.

Nearly thirty years ago, Anglecomb put together the idea of the "three of us" that was floating in the paperwork, considering it necessary again, while allowing Anglecomb to take part in the brief care of Alsen that he had been given after the peace.

If I gave it to Trenia in the hospital bed, but she said, "It was a story Julian once suggested," I immediately remembered, hands in front of my chest, and nodded happily.

- Well, I was focusing on what happened after the baby was born, but there are things like that that that I could do before I was born, right?

In the event of marriage and the giving of children, it is mandatory for the couple to have certain studies in the national parliament. If it is proposed, the bill proposed by the King, the Queen of the hospital bed, the Prime Minister and the Pope will be passed.

At a time when the whole country was moving toward recovery, there were not many opinions that I honestly couldn't get around to raising my children, but "it's because of those times," the Chancellor persuades the senator.

- How about if the state finishes restoration, and the children who were babies at the time, and the other pregnant wives, say, "Thank you for the restoration activities, but it was a lonely thing not to be involved with the children"?

Honestly, Angletham was even a little anxious about the difference between "feeling of nobility" and "feeling of civilians" when he suggested it. Still, mouth it once as an opinion to be put on the table.

- Even if you rebuilt a corner country, it's not "ketch" later, but isn't it regrettable that your family was complaining or making you feel that way?

Nobles have rooted their lives in the tradition that if they raise children, they should leave it to an expert named Nanny, so they were also anxious to be able to empathize with these "senses" - imaginations working.

However, as a boy, Angletham had heard from the neighborhood ladies that the farmer's stepmother was sure that those "grievances" were leaking.

"I sincerely thank you for working and supporting my life, but I miss the few memories you've had of me getting involved when my child grew up and settled down to some extent"

If anyone said that, they would all smile with a troubled face and snort until they were in tune with it, but there was no talk of improving it.

It might be reasonable to describe it as "unbitter patience without having to tell them".

The ladies also leaked their dissatisfaction after defending their manners, "not audible to the dissatisfied parties," which was formed as a sacrificial technique in order to live a daily life.

At the time, Angletham was working in silence, although it seemed better if there was a way that only one side could put up with the child's heart.

I could easily imagine that although I knew that the child's problems should be reconciled between the parties, who are the children's parents, it must be possible to rub them in with personal feelings and thoughts that only the parties were involved.

So everyone thought it would be nice if they had a clear line to convince. The traction is also Angletham's "childhood dream".

The power to intervene without making trivial mistakes, unfairly, and without being allowed to say whether or not to break your mouth feels wild or disgusting.

It was also what I was seeing and feeling about her best friend, Trenia, and her parents.

By not saying to your mouth "because it's a problem in that house," even though you're obviously in trouble, you say it because you're convinced that people who suffer are bound to exist.

But the power, if used incorrectly, had also been learned to break the balance of the family that had been preserved by not intervening, from boy to youth and from youth to father.

I also know that the balance is different and that the circumstances we have between nobles and civilians are different.

So, first of all, as a "common part" at the very least, as a parent with a child, I want to give you the basics of a baby to have and the compassionate object of living in the womb as a guide, as a country.

The way the always-cold Prime Minister spoke rarely and fervently echoed the thought of being "surprised" even by the nobility who neglected him to a lesser extent.

Only such a cowardly opponent who is selfish, who does not even yet have the power to defend himself, who does not protect the weak in the true sense, is so cruel that his heart is about to freeze.

How bad, the thing also became an impressive event again.

It was the aristocratic nannies who specialised in raising their children who asked for their cooperation in the bill thus passed.

This involves working with "Baya", Smiley's nanny, who is the king's side room, and introducing people with experience to the industry, who will first make "chick-shaped" guidelines.

Furthermore, on an experimental basis, the profession of nanny will be used as an "official" and support for the upbringing of children will be dispatched not only to nobles, but also to various parts of the country.

A declaration was made in advance to the dispatcher, making it "compulsory" for officials to visit and lecture married couples and already pregnant families.

Those who cannot receive it are obliged to receive the day again, and if work means work, it is also stipulated that the state will recognize it as "closed or public holiday".

As an escort, he also decided to accompany soldiers from the military, taking into account that some regions and customs do not allow men to stick out "because they are women".

Sometimes, however, some of the older ladies, not men, tell the line they visited as seconded officials, "they were not given such consideration, so they are not necessary".

"We do what we do to our families."

and the lady refuses to go to the course, or the land she disagrees with also comes out potpourring.

The more land it became away from the King's capital, the more often it rose in a relatively "peaceful" place when the country was leaning, in addition to not being associated with the heroes of the determinants.

"We were made to work as long as we were not too heavy, even if we were bloated." When we utter those words, whether it was national policy or over-intervention, things happen that we turn out to be groundbreaking and opposed.

The previous administration had little substitute for fear politics, but it had the force to try the laws it had laid down as a nation.

- "Gentle" and "lickable" are easy and troublesome to get together.

Anglecomb narrows his eyes like a scratch and directs the prepared procedure to the report that came up.

The governance of the now nascent Gloriosa Sunflower is proceeding on the basis of a policy of respecting the will of the people.

So we must proceed with politics by drawing as much as possible on the feelings of the people.

That, in a way, equates to a game that offends after following the rules, the ventriloquist prime minister, in the corner of his mind, was like thinking and enjoying himself.

Never say "I see it like a game," or "I enjoy it," but by doing so, I even feel cute about the problems to face that come up one after the other.

And the "grievances that boiled down into the earth" was also the part that Angletham had foreseen.

I'm going to use a letter from the Queen that I asked Trenia for before.

- If you can't rub it and fix it to help the baby or the child, I'll help you, Chancellor Padrick. It's a corner, so I'll add an arrangement that uses my powers.

With that said, I declare the letter, which the queen has admitted, to the officials specializing in reading, to her daughter and daughter-in-law to her son, in front of those who oppose the course, with a voice that resonates so far away in high voices.

Then, when you release the Spirit Stone that gave the voice of Queen Trenia, it spreads on the Spirit of the Wind.

["When we were, we couldn't get this far."]

First of all, for a woman who hid pity, it was low - Trenia's voice, sounding.

In the voice of its resounding queen, the opposing women uniformly seeped remorse in their expressions of sadness.

[The beginning of the opposition was based on the thought that "all of us struggled and felt sad."

Could that also be the wish of the young ladies of the time, who "really wanted help"?

But it wasn't the time to be sued for such things, and I did my best to protect my family and live the time I could call oppression.

There must be even a slight reversal of how much hardship we wanted our partners to know if there were any announcements currently being tried.

And I think there's also "kindness," "if you can't get past this position, you can't be strong as a mother."

The desire to help, the desire to envy, if you're going to be a parent, you have to hold on, an encouragement.

After all those overlapping feelings, my heart is still, perhaps, shaking over the tender and harsh feeling that I shouldn't let you sweeten me here right now.

However, the State has decided to take such measures in order to relieve the "child", who feels the same as you, of the carelessness that could not be conveyed to her daughter.

How many "motherless" children would have been born before the country leaned and His Majesty Gloriosa made the earlier peace.

Please, help me broaden the base for the "mothers" who didn't want to be parents, who couldn't feel the same way about you.

Officials who come here really need to coach, only the "first time" part.

From there, it is only with the help of those of you on the side and those rooted in your partner's community that you can make the history of parents and children that build up and are cultivated. That's what we're doing to spread the word.

The Prime Minister, Lord Padrick, and the Queen Trenia Sunflower, who thinks of the children of the country, have been tried to raise the baby healthy, the beginning of the people. Please cooperate with the law.]

If the voice of the queen, which spread from the spiritual stone through the harsh sound, was terminated, then the current situation of the child, which is actually struggling to not know the mother, was described.

If you hear the current state of affairs, the voice that was opposed to the boulder in the earthen field will also be greatly sedated.

Some people still seemed to have smoking thoughts, but speaking out here against boulders would expose the narrowness of their minds, and those who could read the air would shut up.

Among them, the only one who still "could not read the air and" disagreed "without turning around, was also really slight and made the surroundings noisy.

However, officials who had still refrained from coming out to explain to the opposing individual that they were going to proceed to listen in front of "the other person" and "the officials of the country who brought the voice of the queen" would be distracted.

In doing so, if the subdivided illustrations and explanations prepared by the Chancellor "for such times" were made, the person followed this announcement so that he could return the applause.

Initially, the people of the area were also somewhat confused by the overly polite explanations given by the country's envoys, but they were surprised to see that the "strangers of the area" would follow them honestly after they finished.

Officials smiled well and bowed their heads respectfully to the people of this country, "since this is the scope of the assumption of Chancellor Anglekham Padrik".

[Probably will need it somehow sooner or later, so it won't be bad to work on it now]

It was the way in the past the "mother of Trenia Bubaldia", seen by the boy Angletham, remembered the detailed explanation he had been able to convince, replacing it with "in this case" and creating a method.

In accepting things, those with strong restraints were also aware, along with their best friend Trenia, that childhood parents were not the only ones, but a certain percentage.

Since this announcement also covers the entire country, the Prime Minister had secretly instructed him to also investigate the "proportion of such persons and the extent of their detention".

[If I was sending my routine, I think people can only pay attention to things around me, near me.

But, please, I don't know how to get involved in this country called Selisanceum, and I want people who are confused to live under the bright sky]

The work of the "Chancellor and Queen", which began as an "ambition" as Chancellor, similar to Anglekham's wish, seemed to be progressing well.

By the time Lodz, a child of Gloriosa, and Arsen, a child of Chancellor Anglekham, try to get one year old, as a guidebook recognized by the state, which the royal family will be making with their immediate involvement.

In the development of its growth, the "difference" began to stand out. Alsen had already risen before he reached the age of one and had begun the conversation with a couple of words.

My parents, Angletham and Balsam, call me "yes, yes," which is unique to toddlers, and I also call them daily, using Gloriosa, Trenia, and Dagger acronyms.

Point, indicate, and ask cute little, little ones what they want or are interested in.

If I tried to tease the queen that the baby loved, it seemed to develop well. Both Balsam and Angletham, who read and fished for such books scattered before the child was born, were relieved that their child's development was well.

However, I have concerns about the development of a toddler who is the second child of Lotz, Gloriosa, who was born at the same time, albeit in relief.

He had not yet been caught and stood, and was the Lord as a movement that could be called crawling forward rather than calling it "high."

It's just that the move is pretty quick, about as fast as a quick land turtle, which Gloriosa has had for a long time as a pet, and startles people around.

- It's not like his motor nerves are dull or anything, but Lotz just doesn't want to get up yet, he just doesn't want to talk, maybe that's all.

If Gloriosa was still uncoordinated, Arsen and Lotz relaxed when they saw him play with separate playthings, Angletham and Balsam, and most importantly Smyre, the birth parents, were relieved.

Being a Smiley nanny, Aya, the rate of development is unique to people, but I have concerns that I don't put on the table.

It was Trenia and her son Dagger, whose mind could read, who noticed that.

(Lotz is a little too loose for his one-year-old development. Although Arsene may seem even more prominent because it is too resourceful in some places.

Besides, most importantly, she has a different "five senses" behavior than we do, and with that behavior, she "receives information differently")

When a toddler has not yet been able to establish himself or herself, or when he has read the mind of a baby, he immediately enters it in the form of an "emotion". At least Trenia does, and her son Dagger feels the same way.

Arsene fills her heart with the "rusty" sentiment immediately if she is left alone.

As a chiropractor, I am also about to cry out immediately, especially looking for "of us". "

It would be dangerous if I were a young person. "I remember exactly what my father told me, and I am able to judge the situation at an early age.

If this is Lotz, the mind is "not lonely by itself".

It is also impossible to tell such "one person is dangerous" first because he has not yet spoken a word and cannot communicate his will easily.

It's not just that I don't feel "rusty," Trenia thinks.

If a parent, Gloriosa or Smiley, or a brother, Dagger, or Trenia, held up a young Lotz, the feeling of being "ho" is in her heart, and Lotz is floating.

Lotz just plays with "indifference" if there was a plaything he liked.

I'm overwhelmed with feelings of obsession and I can't boil down to feeling "lonely".

I just can't help but feel like Trenia is different from the fact that I'm really "having fun".

It's just that he lines up the building blocks nicely in one row, and lays out beautiful vitreous balls of color, staring in a jittery, depressed position, and filling his mind. That's all I have filled my mind with, and I don't feel any emotions in particular.

On a different note, Pope Barrota was one of the reasons Lotz could not feel lonely.

- Well, then, it's a strange thing not to be "ugly" rather than lonely. Smyre was also bringing in Lotz when she came to visit Trenia.

The Pope is just a little surprised to stare at the young Lotz, who at that time is rubbing his soft mother's hair diligently.

- Well, there may be times when spiritual art and magic, no matter how powerful the magic is, don't even notice that vision and sensation are different if they are too fine.

That said, in a motion that doesn't make me feel any signs, I approach the side of the Lotz held by my mother.

Puffy, bloody lots of cheeks "pussy" and Barrota pushes with her fingers bent with the verse firm.

Then the toddler, as Vikri, gradually realized that someone was on his side and was touching him.

And with his green eyes holding his mother's hair, he looks back and looks up at Barrota.

Then, tilting her little nipple, Lotz starts touching her mother's fluffy, thin red and peachy hair again.

The Pope laughed at the way it was going, spreading the bent fingertips that had touched the lots earlier, and moving them around like they were scratching out smoke.

- Hehe, even with all that "elements of the Spirit" noise, it's wonderful to be able to focus only on what interests you, Master Lotz.

- "Elements of the Spirit" is on the Lotz side?. Really?. Excuse me, Pope.

Smiley says so and immediately switches to the same vision of his son, blinking his green eyes and seeing the "Spirit".

Then, unlike the Spirit, which usually has a name to help as a sorcery, as Barotta said, it can be ascertained that there are so few beings as to be called the "elements of the Spirit" of the Fat Ancient that they dance like beautiful particles around what the Pope paid for by hand.

However, the particles of the Spirit on the side of the young Lotz are really small and can't be seen by Smyre without considerable concentration and magic.

Immediately exhale small, and if a spirit with a normal name makes it the "sight" of the position you can see, the particles you saw earlier do not look like smiles at all.

- King of the Law, is this what you see every day in Lotz?.

- Yes, Lord Side Room. Probably from the day I was born into this world. I wish I had seen these things sooner.

Even if he had switched "sights" in his normal life, the particles of the Spirit dancing around the Lotz were too small and detailed to really detect in the recent history, including the smear.

- Spirituality and magic are different on their own. Spirituality also needs to be "liked and loved" as a gift.

Besides, if you do it to anyone you like, you can talk to me. That said, he gently stroked the head of a young second prince who was still obsessed with his mother's hair.

- All this was difficult for people with supposedly green eyes to notice, even if they had magic. There is no shame in Lord Smiley not being aware of his mother at a time when that Angletham was unaware.

Barrota did not have to read her mind, but spoke to her mother "who doesn't seem to care, who cares" about the loose ends of her development to slowly bite and include them.

- I was born at an early age when the Spirit spoke to me about why, with such a blurry personality, too.

And the only person in the body who noticed Barrota's feelings like that was her older sister, Eliphas.

Apart from his clergy duties, he asks his brother, who tries to be as alone as possible, "Why do you prefer solitude", so I'll be honest with him as to why he doesn't even tell his parents.

Talk to the devout priestly parents "spirits loud," because I knew they'd scold me, so sneak away.

"Even if you're alone, the Spirit talks to you and you can't be alone.

Truth be told, it's enough to interrupt even when you're talking to people.

But this world is based on the protection and elements of the Spirit, so it can't be evil. "

My sister laughed at the reason my brother talked fed up.

[You can talk so much. Surely there is no such thing as noise.

I don't know that I seem to be alone and have no time at all to myself.

But your brother is bluffing, and he's sweet, so he won't be able to scorn the Spirit.]

That's how I remember my sister worrying about "hearing too much" in front of Smiley.

- King Fa, is there anything I can do for this child?

[Brother, is there anything I can do for you?

- "Know it for you". And if Lotz, as a child of His Royal Highness the Side Room and His Majesty the King Gloriosa, does accept it, that's fine.

That's what he said to his sister, too.

This is also something that Lotz has to figure out how to get along with Lotz, just like Barotta got over being a Barotta.

"And let me just say," Don't rush. "

As my best friend, His Majesty King Gloriosa is a laid-back man.

But at an endless pace, you do things that even that Chancellor Angletham Padrick doesn't think of.

I asked the Queen, as Her Majesty Gloriosa put it, "I don't have a blunt motor nerve, I just don't want to get up right now, I just don't want to talk, that's all" maybe.

When you walk out, there may come a day when you think it would have been better to move quickly and stay "high" than that Alsen.

If you think you're lost, you're the king's child who picks up the sage. "

If he had told him telepathically without saying anything, Smiley had a thin, good-looking grin without speaking out. In some cases, the expression is also sunny.

But it's still far from "sunny".

- Thank you, Pope.

"I know Lotz is not lonely because he seems to be alone."

But still, in hearing that loud little voice, it's just that I'm obsessed with it and I'm worried about the same repetition. "

This is so small that it can only be passed on to Barrota.

Trenia used her weak body to cough and pretend she wasn't listening.

By telepathizing him, Smiley apparently intended to keep his heart's voice down as much as possible, appeasing to Trenia, who is behaving inaudibly.

- Bye, Lotz. Looks like the Pope and Queen need to talk to you, too, so let's hang out in the building blocks together in the room. Excuse me, my queen.

No more about "my son's anxiety for development," which seems to swell in his chest, is unlikely to be contained.

Even that feeling occurred to Smiley desperately, and still behaved in a manner worthy of being the king's sideroom, he greeted the queen and took her away with him.

- If it's true, Smiley will want to talk to me about everything. However, I also don't think I should worry about it, and he is willing to put it to heart.

Since Smiley and Lotz left the room perfectly, Trenia had her lips open to Pope Barrota looking sorry.

- I don't know about the development of your mind, but with regard to Lotz's... second prince's body, you don't really seem to need to worry. If it has grown, it is likely to be a delicacy that will be quicker than Anglecomb's.

A militant religious man who also specializes in spiritual arts, but also in physical arts, put it that way.

Earlier, I just observed Lotz for a short time, but he spotted the talent he had in it.

- Would you have been more energized if you had told Lord Side Room about it?

[My brother says Gloriosa is my pace, but my brother is also the owner of that weird feeling.

Because it's a sensibility that if there's a good place to stretch it out, it's better than looking at a bad place and receding your feelings]

I remember once Eliphas, the sister of "Father Barotta", speaking to Trenia as a friend, as she shrugged, in the figure of the Pope telling her to worry as she put her arms together.

[But my brother seems to have so much fun, I've never seen him before.

Anything, if Master Gloriosa stays by my side, the Spirit will shy away from wonder.

So I think I really understand that it's fun to talk to people. All I can say is thank you to Trenia and all of you in the final army.]

A gentle-faced woman in a witch's clothing still glows in her memory.

A lovely "sibling" in a rural village who understands each other well.

- I remember a sweet girl, who became my friend when I was a daughter, for the exchange between King Law and Smiley. - Is it about my sister, Eliphas?

Barrota also remembers with a "sweet girl" was her own sister named Eliphas.

Even though no one taught her, she was always a daughter who thought about kindness in the true sense, as if she had been able to say for a long time.

[Fighting, of course, is all sorts of personalities and traits, some of which are faithful, and may be rubbed.

But if the surrounding environment is "peaceful," I think people can afford to discuss it.

If, for some reason, there is no time tie when rubbing, you should take your time to find a solution.

You shouldn't think of a solution while your emotions are daunting or you have a desire to be able to interact with them.

That's mostly retaliation for deceiving the name resolution.]

Still, before I met the determinants, when I began to feel the inclination of the country, I was my brothers and sisters, and as a clergyman when I was about to have a rub in the village, I discussed how I should pay.

Normally, he asks for objections by analogy to other situations, but Barrota inadvertently asks his sister a few questions.

Eliphas, has that ever occurred to you that you're alone?

To an unexpected word from my brother, my sister blinks violently.

[No, I don't think it contains the idea of "Eliphas" either.

It also includes a different "kindness," and I feel like I'm here.]

Barrota also knew that her sister had a general "witch" ability to heal.

It's just a little gentle, but there are a few things that make me feel a little more comfortable.

Especially when the emotions were high, there was something to say back, forgetting the priesthood's position as good as neutrality.

However, Eliphas is really angry at the other person's unreasonable words and behavior, so if he asks why, there are many things he thinks of as his brother, even though he is the best.

So now my sister's mouth was too calm, and there was a place where I couldn't hold on.

And my sister, too, nodded lightly because she even hit the words Barrota put out. However, there are no close friends, etc. in the village to penetrate the position of neutrality, Eliphas is trying not to make it. As far as Barrota knows, my sister has no one to talk to about these things, and I've never seen them. Eliphas opens her mouth, as she noticed, to a gaze that included "worry" from her brother.

[Just tell your brother, honestly, but don't laugh. Listen to me?.

To tell you the truth, that was a dream story.]

If my sister had gone that far and observed her brother, Barrota would have bitten her lips at the point of the romantic word "dream".

At the end of my day, she really laughs when she hears something like that softly dreaming story about the habit of hearing the Spirit's voice.

However, Barrota said that the Spirit is not so cute and "merhentic" as it is written in a picture book for toddlers, but is immaterial and sometimes very cynical to people.

So laughter still comes in on my sister's story, which is also too peaceful. Eliphas, too, had given up and exhaled small because she knew what such a brother was like.

[... Let's make an effort not to laugh]

[Your eyes are laughing as much as you want, brother.

Well, just listen to me till the end, 'cause I don't mind laughing. So, the person you're talking to in your dreams is an archangel, not described from the present classics, with Gabriel the Water, and Uriel the Soil]

As usual, there was no rush to talk about the continued laughter, but the name of the two angels among the four archangels who had been "removed" from the classics opened their eyes wide with laughter.

[I don't know what position I'm in, but I've been very close to him.

Dear Gabrielle, as the classics say, she is very beautiful and kind, and I loved it even in my dreams]

As the illustration describes in the classics, on long golden hair, beautiful green eyes, I guess there is no such thing as gender because she is an angel, but as far as Eliphas can see in her dreams, she says she is a very beautiful man.

And because he is also the "head of the Spirit" of the water that directs kindness, he was heartbroken by the contention that occurs in the "world of men".

[So, there is Uriel, who is the archangel of the earth at all times, as a matter of course, to that Gabriel] With a slightly harsh look, Barrota was interested in how Eliphas spoke about the "archangel of the earth".

[If you heard the way I said it, you in the dream, you're familiar with Master Uriel, but you don't seem to have "friendly" feelings.]

Eliphas nods honestly to his brother's point.

[Talking about dreams, I think it's very scary, but Master Uriel seemed more desperate to protect Gabriel than to monitor her...

And then there's another weird story that frightens me again, but Master Uriel, in his dreams about why, becomes like my brother...]

So Barrota couldn't bear to laugh, but he also thought Eliphas couldn't help it, and waited until his real brother's laugh subsided.

[I'm sorry, but if it's "brother," did that earthly angel look like me?

As for the "real brother," I was curious.

[No, that was not at all similar.

Although my brother's body is average, the earth angel thought I was such a big man when I first met him in a dream, with brown skin with a very big body and a colour of the earth.

Regardless of Gabrielle, I didn't know that Urielle was an angel until I saw the big feather on her back]

Eliphas instantly speaks of shaking his head to the left and right, saying that there is no resemblance between a real brother and an angel in the earth who in his dreams behaves like a brother.

However, the real brother, Barrota, was slightly hooked on the words of his sister, who spoke in a mouthful like he had really experienced somewhere.

Besides, it was already her childhood, but "Eliphas is the only one who can read it," the existence of a forbidden picture book caught my mind in wonder.

Either way, if I went to the status quo, I have a sense that I am unusually admired by the Spirit, and that I am beyond "coarse" in witchcraft and physical surgery.

But if I told my sister Eliphas that she was capable, her general ability as a witch is only normal.

(In the meantime, let's hear a little more about the Archangel in the Dream)

Regardless of the ability to be said to be special, as a religious person, it has become an interesting enough story.

[So, how about the Archangel of Water, as described in the previous scriptures, as a gentle merciful one, Master Uriel?.

After all, is this one, as the classics say, tough on people?

Famous for Uriel's role is the watchful gatekeeper who locks sinful beings in hell, relentlessly bringing the culprits to justice.

[Right, tough, but I guess I was worried.

"I think it's normal for people to be punished for the crimes they've committed themselves, but I wonder why they sin without sexual punishment in the habit of being so frightened by the pain of punishment." I said something in my dream.

"The thing that worries me is also the kind thing that cares about me," Gabrielle said when she snuck away alone, as well as sheltering Urielle in her dreams.]

I began to feel embarrassed that my brother had started listening quite seriously, and Eliphas started to say, "It's a dream story," at the end of the story.

Barrota finds out that too, turns the laughter into a bitter laugh, tries to cut the story off early, and goes on with the words.

However, I still had something to worry about.

[So the earlier opinion is that Eliphas, the archangel of the water, and the archangel of the earth have spoken together and come out.

If you think about it calmly, people won't rub it that way.

Even if we wake up again, when it comes to trying to solve it, we shouldn't fail to try to keep our minds quiet and think that there is no hind rot for each other.]

Father Satanic confirms by spinning the story of Eliphas' dream and the role of the archangel that he has appeared in it, along with his sister's tender sexual roots.

Even though my sister and brother said, "The Spirit is annoying," I nodded thankfully for this beautiful way of summing up my opinions because I understand the nature of the words and strive to meet them with great sorcery and knowledge.

[Before I repented of my sins, even if I could have led people with kindness so that they would not sin, there was talk of Gabriel caring and Uriel saying that people should learn and overcome there wisely on their own]

[Speaking of wisdom, didn't the angels who give it to people come out in their dreams?

- An angel who also works as the head of the Spirit of the Wind.

But as soon as he told me about it, Eliphas said, "What?" And he said, "I really don't know."

Too much, he had a bewildered look on his face, so if Barrota put the name "Archangel of the Wind" in his mouth, he would gradually look like he was remembering it with a small voice such as "Oh".

[Eliphas, are you okay?.

It worries me that the names of the four archangels are no longer available, no matter how many newly handed out classics from the country say they no longer appear.

You haven't even forgotten the names of the four archangel heads who are responsible for supporting the goddess of the earth in the present scriptures, have you?

In a situation at a time when the country is leaning, I don't know what the obsession can be put on.

It may be said that the difficulty, as a witch involved in the national religion of this country, has forgotten the name of the head of the four elements, which is not now recorded but can also be said to be the beginning of this world.

That's okay, brother.

And Eliphas spake the name of an angel whose name was the head of the Spirit of Fire, who was the head of the four great angels, even though he spake a little.

Barrota relieved herself and breathed in the name of the archangel, who came out without a word wrong.

[Nevertheless, your dreams are skewed. Normally, if the name of the archangel of water and earth came up, I think it's what the four archangels come up with in bulk]

It was just that that's what Barrota wanted to confirm.

Here, if my sister Eliphas mentioned the four archangels with Thrasla, it was also because she was just a story of learning a lot about the earlier classics.

Oh, well, Lucifer's name is Lucifer, the angel of the stars.

The name of the angel whose name was most inscribed in the previous scriptures.

Now the world in which man dwells in this world became the proxy of God the Father, created it with the help of the four great angels and exotic gods, and the confidence that he created made him proud, and that replaced him with arrogance.

Full of arrogance, Lucifer builds an army with the "Angel of the Stars" and the exotic gods who admire him to challenge God the Father to fight against the four great angels who were once also under his own command.

And lost to the angel who presided over the fire, which became the head of the four archangels, also said to be the twin brothers, and was corrupted by the cold ice world.

Its ice world is said to be connected to hell, and some anecdotes say Uriel is the one keeping an eye on Lucifer.

Although the story is theoretical, the old scripture marked "The Beginning of the First World" begins where God the Father orders the twin angels to create the world.

Described as twin angels, but only my brother Lucifer comes up with a name.

But it has also become, in a sense, a vortex of events that angels later cause to happen.

The world itself, created by Lucifer with his mercy, had become even closer to ground due to the effects of the revolt.

On a flat earth, we must recreate it again.

It was the "goddess of the earth" who is now the ancestor of the state religion that helped to recreate it.

In the newly-distributed classics, before the goddess revealed herself, the twin angel fights and Lucifer's name were not mentioned.

Also made for children, some of the old picture books assume that Lucifer broke the world because God was once belly-up for being kind to the goddess of the earth who later came to this world.

Some of them took it as a fight, remembering that God had hurt their pride in taking care of the goddess more than he did.

I have such a story that my twin angel brother is instrumental in helping the goddess of the earth, but if it doesn't work out there, it's written in the picture books and in the classics.

The angel of his brother becomes a thin presence of shadows compared to his brother with a star glow until the appearance of the goddess of the earth, but the statement that the brothers were great friends is also written in the new teaching.

Even if the gentle angel, or perhaps the archangel Gabriel of the water, or the successful angel, or the archangel Uriel of the earth, comforted him, it did not go well there.

A new teaching has begun in the form of the appearance there of a person who becomes a "traveller" and, with the intermediary of a goddess and an angel, this world has gradually become once again a habitable situation for a "person".

However, from the new teachings, the stories before the goddess of the earth, who created a new world in which people began to live, began to reign over this world, have been largely shredded.

I think Barrota herself is good because she has the old classics before her, but the stories that are rare to sharpen were also noted in it.

Fallen angels are currently treated, but there is some anecdote that "angels of the stars" are truly full of mercy and there is no way to be jealous or anything else, or that they appeared in the world with the archangels of water to save the world of old history.

I couldn't forbid it because I felt a shallow idea like, "Let's paint history again conveniently."

I have heard that the Wang Capital had religious scholars who study them, take teaching whips in religious and nationally recognized schools, and some of them were wise.

"Why didn't the researchers stop deleting anecdotes from the classics?"

(Well, the person in power leaning the country must have put pressure on it) The natural question is put immediately in the priest's head. I couldn't fit in, and for my sister, a "calm thought" appeared, the mystery was taken away.

[Eliphas came up with the same idea he mentioned earlier because you met two archangels in your dreams, rather than discussing it and coming up with it.

If the angel of kindness and patience came out, even you, the victorious one, would come up with some calm thoughts.]

With his brother's friendship, Eliphas twisted his neck slightly to the words of Barrota, who made fun of him.

[I wonder if it would be better if you came to visit me rather than say you came out]

When it was a story in a dream, Eliphas was responding that way, feeling uncomfortable with his brother's expression, saying and putting it down herself scattered.

But as a religious person, it also sounds like my sister made an unscrupulous statement, and Barrota can't help but say the words of the commandment.

[You think the Archangel is going to visit you?.

I know you're talking about dreams, but it sounds like you're in a good position for a long time.]

Although Barrota was not light, she could see that she was turning her words to herself with admiration, so Eliphas shook her head to the left and right as her hair shook.

[Don't look so frightened, brother. I'm not awesome or anything, because I'm sure.

Oh, yeah, in my dreams, I'm in trouble at someone who lives somewhere great and high.

So, I have to play some role in my place, so I'm a "person," but I'm just looking out for you]

While talking about dreams, Eliphas was disputing the feeling that she shouldn't be arrogant somewhere, getting a little "mucky".

[It's not that Eliphas is amazing, but that there are people who look after him, and you're amazing?]

I still realize that Barrota is complaining about the story of her dreams, and I will continue to say so, even though I am embarrassed.

However, my sister can recall her role in the dream, a word my brother spoke to me, which I was not able to summarize myself again.

Earlier he shook his head wide sideways, this time wide up and down, and Eliphas was slightly excited and nodding.

[Yes, that's it, brother.

So who's more awesome that I take care of?

There was an angel of the stars, Lucifer had some business to attend to, and he was visiting very often]

- Lord Eliphas, are you there?!.

In my dreams, I think the memories are vague but described in the old classics.

He comes to a high place and asks about the home of those who Eliphas takes care of, feathering 12 feathers, with empty eyes in his golden hair, above all full of "confidence".

- Yes, sir, you will be waiting for Master Lucifer in the back.

To the angel of the stars, telling it was one of the roles Eliphas was doing in his dreams.

[That's why your name came up right away.]

Earlier, even if the names of all four archangels could not be heard, Eliphas was able to resolve the slightest wonder in herself that could have put the star angel's name right in her mouth.

[Well, my brother may laugh again, but Master Gabriel was with me on Lucifer's escort.

So Master Gabriel was worried and Master Uriel followed him.

However, neither Gabrielle nor Urielle could go to the back because Lucifelle wanted to talk to someone who was taking care of me alone.

So I think I was having all sorts of arguments with the two archangels]

[I don't even feel like laughing anymore, and I guess we're talking about dreams.

Did Lucifer come to talk to someone who wasn't an angel?

The name of the Angel of the Stars "Consultant" is on Russia, and my brother is worried.

I remind myself of the stories of the past so that Barrota can follow my sister, even though I tell myself that I'm "not even really going to take them" in my dream story.

Still, I don't think the country leans, etc., Barrota went to King's Capital seminary between boys and youth for a short period of time, but to study.

I'm being lodged in a church at my parents' house with the last name Trud, and I find an old classic in particular in that same period and in a library run by the kingdom of the two Kings Capital. The spirits, who always grumble, unwittingly took it because of the great noise around its scriptures.

Back then, there was no severe bondage about the classics, and some parts treated them as if they were "readings," and many books put out as one of the independent stories derived from them.

With Barrota in sync, the Spirit makes noise, so what I have in my hands is that it deals mainly with the creation of this world, and finally the last one describes the matter of the goddess of the earth.

The clutter of flushing and reading content is written like a story by Lucifer until he falls into heaven, and in one way or another, the angels of the stars are favorably described.

If Lucifer, the angel of the stars, committed a crime in a certain sense, he is bound to play a role in making it known that the punishment will come equally to any being.

However, what I taught Lucifer, pointlessly rebellious, was that he was too busy creating the world to exchange words, not God the Father, but also described as a God capable of carrying exotic knowledge.

Barrota and I borrowed it and tried to go home and read it carefully because the synchronous trad seemed interesting, and a tall brown young man called me from behind.

Anything, I was told in the country that Barrota could lend me the old classics she found first.

I have a big sword on my hips, but it's also very good in person.

(Interested, but not so sudden)

Thinking of it that way, Trud pulled a uniform from Barrota's seminary to indicate a person quite distant but rearward of a brown youth.

In the room called the library, but wearing a hat as an ornament at the depth of his eyes, he asks about it.

Although it is intended for nobility, at both ends of the waist, it is probably taller than the young men who are wearing shorter daggers and are now speaking to themselves.

"Athila might want to lend it to you first, Barrota, while she's trying to make things easier.

Maybe it's nobility's patience. "

Trad near King's Capital, born and raised, tells Barrota telepathically to advise him.

In her capacity as a boarding house at Trud's house, Barrota didn't take an interest in the book from herself, so she honestly decided to give it to the young man who wanted it to be lent to her.

The brown youth, thanking him many times, takes the book to the lending counter.

It's also a library book, so Barrota and Trud forget about that book and start looking for books to use to study again.

The original book of searches is found immediately and the two of us head to the counter to lend this one as well.

Then he said he was leaving the library with a young brown man and a man in a hat.

Brown youth are better off,

"Thank you for finding me so quickly, Master Clover."

That's what I'm talking about, it sounds small.

That's probably a fake name.

I'll tell Barrota again as Trad fills out his loan card.

Are you saying you're great enough to use a pseudonym?

Well, maybe he must be great, but I think he used a pseudonym because he probably cares about the religious faction.

By that time, we had both finished writing cards and left the Royal Palace library.

Trad tells us in the square of a large watchtower, also a specialty of the Wang capital, that there have recently been aristocrats involved in politics (every inch) and religious and various factions out there.

Of course, it seems to be fundamentally based on the goddess of the earth, but how "she" became recognized in the world has a story in the background, described in the book Barrota found earlier.

"Is it good to see all goddesses as supreme?" "In the first place, the angels and goddesses of the stars appeared in this world by God, the Father, if they followed the original."

"If so, isn't it God the Father who worships"

It was that such an argument was repeated.

He takes care of me, and the priest temple, who now works as a head of the family at Trad's house, is also being greeted with words of invitation by various factions, but in such a way as "wind on willow", he says.

According to his contemporaneous father, "Because it's an argument that can be made because it's peaceful," then he said that he had no history of harming what he had believed, so he was working to maintain the status quo.

"The old scriptures were not negative about the goddess of the earth, but they were positive about Lucifer, right?

Although it is commonly said to be the angel of the stars, for once history will be treated as a "fallen angel", so Trad speaks telepathically to Barrota without wearing a "Dear".

"That means maybe you're a nobleman who's interested in a new faction."

Though I'm not convinced by Trad's speculation, I feel something like "not hitting it, not far away" and nod honestly.

But when I tried Barrota, even though the debate might be good, I felt something "off" with the government these days.

"At the corner, if the country is at peace, you just have to think about making the country better.

I know it's a good country, but I still need help, and there's a lot I can't solve. "

"But some cultures are growing up because it's peaceful.

You can't even feel like having fun with art or art if you can't afford it. "

While the students were telepathic and conversing about what they could do with their mouths, they headed outside the castle where there was a church that was a boarding house while holding a book.

(When will I be able to read that book again)

I remember that book I lent to the brown youth first when I got out of the busy place just a little bit.

Religious controversies, political factions, etc. are of no interest to me at all, but I don't care where that book is.

Even with the names of various exotic gods and spirits, I felt like I could ask the religion of my country from different sides.

At the foot of such a barotta, "black dust" comes on the wind with flurry.

Trad noticed, too, what? And speak up.

One after the other, try to roll down the ground in the wind and do it.

(Is this "paper" burning? -!)

I make a small noise with the crust, rolling in one after the other, black burning, I don't know why, but I feel something that hooks me up and chase me with my eyes.

Some of the other people walking down the street also noticed and wondered, watching the black burns rolling in one after the other.

(This burns)

Even on paper, depending on the type, the original condition can be imagined due to the burning and charcoal-like condition.

And I couldn't help but feel that the burning that rolls in the wind now resembles the paper quality of the book I was interested in earlier in the library room.

Did you also care about the trad, if you crouched down and touched the black one, it's so brittle that it immediately becomes dust at your fingertips.

Staring at the coming wind of the burning still rolling, he silently gave the book to Trud, and Barrota was running out.

(Probably no longer, "in time")

With that feeling in mind, the burning smell of the paper could be captured in the nose, not just the black one this time from the direction toward it.

After him, we reached a truly sparsely populated place along the walls of the castle.

That way, even while I was running, the voices of the spirits, which could only be heard by Barrota, were whispering sadly.

"Moyasaretesimatta" "Moumania wanai"

"Demo mitzkete agete"

Barrota picked it up and found it, though it was a small whispering voice, not knowing which spirits of the four elements.

The figure there, as the spirits had told us,

"Moyasaretesimatta",

It was what that book looked like.

I can't read it anymore.

There is no part left, and when I touched it earlier when it was in the "book" state, the object that was the back cover of a pretty stiff piece of paper also became charcoal.

I crouched down and carefully touched it with my fingertips, but it's carbonized enough to be bolted from where I touched it.

(Natural firepower doesn't burn coal this far.

Did you fuel anything and burn it with increased firepower)

There, at the feet of Chorocholo and Barota, a small lizard of fire passes.

(Was it more realistic in this case to use the magic of fire or to call the Spirit of Fire and let it burn?)

But if the red lizard of fire stared ahead, thinking it would take a lot of firepower to carbide it to this point, then the nail tip in army leather shoes went into view.

If I gave you my gaze, the young man, the big brown man, who was so grateful to Barrota earlier for lending me an old classic, with a big sword on his hips, stands with a sorry look on his face.

Before saying anything, the brown young man apologizes "sorry," but Barrota lays her neck down.

"Moyashitano, Hasono, Dehanai."

Yes, the spirits who whispered while they came here to flourish had complained since the Lizard of Fire appeared.

If so, all I can think of is someone who was wearing a hat to the depths of his eyes who was acting with the brown youth, someone who Trad said was "noble".

Here, Barrota didn't know what kind of reaction she should have.

Although I did have an interest in the book, it is also a true feeling that nothing is as good as anything.

Besides, I don't have the authority to question him any further than he's apologizing for, as I know it wasn't the brown youth who seemed good to that guy who burned down the old classics.

Assuming you blame the brown youth, it means the librarian.

(Where my one pleasure has disappeared, I don't know what to say, let's go home)

When she thought about it, Barrota repeatedly blinked violently, feeling as if her mind had been stroked "sooo".

"…………"

I had intended to be heard by various spirits, but for the first time I came across a voice facing me.

You just face it, the Spirit tries to blend in and peeks quietly into the Barota, into the "heart".

Where are you from?

Anatano Shadow Darkness Calades

At the moment of being "self-declared" by the first facing Spirit, he feels signs in the front and once again looks at the brown youths.

Even though the Spirit was terribly frightened, they were told that they had been "served" and had now read Barrota's heart in spiritual art just staring forward.

[Don't let your fun crush you, don't think about winning eight, "it's something you can't help yourself," put a drop on it.

I don't know what to say smart, but it's not an interesting "answer".

The spirits of darkness, too, said that they even did something to betray the servant and spoke with courage around the corner, which is unfortunate.]

Barrota stiffened herself on the spot to the words of what came out because she read her mind in spiritual art.

Dear "Clover", I thought you said you were a sneaker today.]

Behind that brown young man calling out, a man in a hat appeared at the depths of his eyes.

At the next moment, the person wearing the hat at the depth of his eyes turns his hands around his hips and throws something in the direction of the barotta in a row.

Brilliantly avoiding the brown youth, the objects thrown continuously pierced the old classics, which had carburized but left only a few shapes, along with sounds that sounded crisp and petty.

It's two short, curved knives, and the old book that was carburizing broke the prototype perfectly once the impetus was pierced, becoming dust and dancing up to the wind in front of Barrota.

Rising, the black dust seemed as if it had scattered life on the spot, as well as the feathers of creatures, and the little spirits make Barrota listen to their sad voices.

Kieteschimatta.

"Naknatte simatta"

Dear Noohana Ciga, Matakietesimatta,

"Kono world karakietesimatta"

For the first time, I regret that I didn't realize that the spirits who were so unimaginable were complaining so diligently.

It's like, I wasn't aware of the voice that little kids were complaining about wanting help, impudence puts Barrota in the chest.

[If you care about the true identity of the things that made that old classic look like that, let me tell you.

The Night of Fire, Masculine Art Speed.

Ancient God of Fire

Fire Gardener Earth God

The spirits of the exotic fire, no, the "gods", made their old scriptures dust mustard.]

Whenever the name of an exotic God is put out into the Word, with the sound of "Bo," three lumps of fire float over a pierced knife.

And whenever a mass of fire floated, the spirits were raising their frightened voices.

That's like even a lizard of fire that was going to the side of a brown young man, so much so that he fine-tuned himself that he couldn't see it softly by switching normal "sights".

[Now, have you been satisfied with the seminary student?.

Apparently, you're not convinced that my good young man's subordination has burned.]

The person wearing the hat in his eyes stood side by side from behind the brown young man, peering "octagonal teeth" from his only visible mouth and saying so.

Then he stretched out his arms, and put his palms forward, and put them in the shape of fists, and closed them, and the three lumps of fire were extinguished so that they were crushed.

After the mass of fire was extinguished, the brown youth immediately came to Barrota's side to retrieve the short knife thrown earlier.

But Barrota is now more distracted by the probable "nobility" of peeking his octagonal teeth than by the good brown youth.

(Is it Master Clover who summoned the exotic fire gods to burn them in service?)

I can still feel the "Spirit of Darkness" on my side, so I can see that my heart is peeked at by the extension. So it's the pseudonym that the brown youth was calling for, and I ask back.

[I don't know, and I, I don't like the idea of "using" it when I realize the difficulty of hearing voices that way.

If you're interested, do your own research and explore.

Well, a guy who hears the Spirit, but also thinks he wants to use that power, like he's rotting treasure, is just as good as a priest defending a local rural village if he's given up his scholarship]

In a word that sounds spicy, the person wearing the hat deep in his eyes has already picked up a short knife, moves his jaw small to the brown young man and gives instructions.

♪ I'm gonna pull you out of here ♪

Yes, I was telling him. The brown youth nodded with certainty,

I'm sorry about the book before I read it.

Say "word" again and apologize to Barrota.

At that time, no matter how much you were asked to do by that straightforward "action," you should have read the old scriptures first ", a great regret overlaps the impudence of earlier.

Always, as clergy as possible to the salvation of men, I also realize that I am too "scornful" of the words of existence whispering constantly on my side, wishing to miss my voice and grow.

I bite my lips in pain for not being able to notice the feelings and thoughts that seem to be put into my words after saying the same thing.

At the end of his natural and lowered gaze, there are remnants of two daggers pierced by brown youth.

A few minutes before the earth was chosen, there was an old scripture in Barrota where the spirits were able to listen to their voices, which is why it was written down what they noticed.

[At least this time, it's about learning.]

The brown young man sees through the regrets held by Barrota.

Now, even if there is an "apology for Barrota's inability to read the book she wanted to read" from someone who seems like a good young man, there is no "guilt for burning down an old classic."

From the time she told me she must have "lent me the book first in the library," I realized that it was the heart of the good young man I was carrying.

[If you don't take action, don't spin it into words, and harm or problems don't do you any harm, that's fine.

I keep repeating that, so I leave even the "mindset for precious things" in peace.]

Until then, Barrota knew that the words that overflowed from Yaeko's mouth, which sounded relatively calm, were hidden from the "anger" that she could feel now.

Then, the octagonal figure also assumes that the student is "now understandable" and spins the word "at the end".

[Especially when it comes to art.

I don't try to give birth to anything myself, and if I have any form I don't want, I complain and try to crush it.

The word "compassionate and easy to understand" is backed by my lack of comprehension and the desire for something convenient for me.

Eventually, with all the works of convenience, all the works without the need for easy, simple, thin reading and power are flooded with the world. On the basis of the absolution mark "sought", all the like is flooded with the world.

So I'm satisfied, and within what I think is fine, important things are lost.

That's "peace," which is a laughingstock.]

- Did you read me and my alumni's story in any way?

Now, speak up and ask.

"At the corner, if the country is at peace, you just have to think about making the country better.

I know it's a good country, but I still need help, and there's a lot I can't solve. "

"But some cultures are growing up because they're peaceful.

You can't even feel like having fun with art or art if you can't afford it. "

I just think they were picking up and reading a conversation that was a trad when I left the library.

However, the head of the hat worn at the depth of his eyes is shaken to the left and right, and denied.

[I don't bother to read it to students who aren't even friends, who don't have blue, smelly upliftments.

That's how much you told me if you ever asked the spirits you hadn't listened to.

It is also about the "Spirit of Darkness".

It's just that if we had a little contract, we'd have had words with you, and it was healthy.

Therefore, it is not your gate that feels "betrayed" by spirits who have conveyed their hearts and conversations to this side.

Let me just tell you that that's the difference between spirits and people. We're leaving, Gradol]

With that said, perfectly turning his back on Barrota, the person named "Clover" had taken the brown young man and was leaving.

Then, until I finished my studies at the seminary, I visited the library of the Royal Palace several times, but never saw them again.

From then on, Barrota, the best spiritual art of her contemporaries, finishes the score "number one in history". from the then rather old pope,

[Lately, then, since my youngest son's prince is gone, I miss you to pray, so how about the next pope, anyway, depends on the Archbishop for his first position.

Why don't you continue with the monks in Wang Du?

And, it's a joke mix, but I can be held back as to whether or not to stay in the Wang capital quite "seriously".

But - "As good as I am as a priest defending a local rural village," Barrota's heart, recognized as a priest, was tied to the pseudonymous noble word "clover" then.

Then he decided to go back to the village and stick to the "priest who protects the village" attitude.

Just work upright and devout as a voice on the right side or as a religious person who can save people's hearts and minds, like being aware of their thoughts.

Because of this, the village was "calm", even as the country began to lean.

Barrota works in compassion for each other and misses out on any voice.

Of course, if none of this was picking up feelings and reading them, neither the body nor the mind would chase them.

So I spoke to the "Spirit" from myself and asked for their help. The spirits usually only help people with "senses," but conversations with "people who can talk" still attracted interest.

So help me with Barrota.

Even villagers who always tell similar stories can tell that something immediately happened because the attributes of the spirits that are always around them change.

If it was a bright thing, leave it as it is, and if it was something dark or a spirit belonging to "aggressive," I used the position of priest to speak up and listen, even after worship.

Occasionally, I didn't hesitate to let anything get into fights once.

We plugged in food with the protection of water spirits so that we could later calm down with each other, and we saw it through to a resolution.

Instead of helping them cheaply, I hoped that the villagers would grow "minds" enough that they didn't have to have a "fair priest" present.

Otherwise, I felt like I couldn't escape the curse of those words until the end of my life, "as good as a priest defending a local country village."

The spirit of darkness appeared to comfort Father Barrota when he remembered that feeling when he drowned where no man could see him.

As everyone in the village praised "Father Barrota of the village is a truly fine man", her sister Eliphas was treating me "normally", knowing or not her brother's Goto.

I think he was quite a "good brother" until he headed to the seminary in Wangdu.

I can study, and exercise well, especially physical surgery, before I went to Wang Du, I was a "little boy" enough to get a teacher's bill.

But when I came back, I was very calm and anxious as a family.

Everyone in the village said, "I'm old enough." "It's fine." But as a family, I couldn't help but feel that it was different. "

I think it's wonderful that my brother, as a priest, is resolving things brilliantly even if he rubs them in the village or makes a dispute, as a sister, as a witch.

But I never felt like my brother's heart was tied to something.

At least, from what Eliphas knew about Barrota, it was a distant "priest Barrota".

So, as usual, my brother and I started discussing "village rubbing solutions" and were surprised that I had "eaten" this far into my dreams.

Since Barrota's return from the King's Capital, she couldn't help but think of Eliphas as adhering to the "priest who protects the locality".

I noticed these things also because I would discuss this village regularly, using the same Church as a clergyman in my position.

Even brothers and sisters don't realize how to protect the village from the inside or the outside, even though it begins with a village public tale at first.

Perhaps what is at the bottom of Barrota's heart was out so that it could be solved in front of her sweet sister, who is forgiving her heart.

And when it comes to "protecting from the outside," that's the "priest Barrota," and I honestly don't have that much to worry about being attacked in a rural village far from the king's capital.

So again this time, Eliphas was embarrassed when she thought the conversation just leaned toward "keeping the peace" in the village, and it was only at the beginning that she was laughed at by the stories in her dreams she casually told.

But my brother, who was a good talker, drew on his dreams brilliantly, and he also plays the conversation.

I'm glad that I don't mind being laughed at a little bit more, if I was telling the story of my dreams to...

[I don't even feel like laughing anymore, and I guess we're talking about dreams.

Did Lucifer come to talk to someone who wasn't an angel?

Barrota asks Eliphas. "It's a dream story, and it's not something you should seriously listen to." It fully speaks as a priestly brother and sister.

But there is something overlapping with my sister Eliphas' dream while Barrota talks to an "old classic" who did a flush reading in the king's capital.

Above all, one of the things Barrota most regretted was the name of the exotic God whom the "Angel of the Stars" asked for help.

And Eliphas himself, in his dreams, the "angel of the stars" asks Lucifer with real joy, that voice is still in his mind enough in his dreams.

But - Lord Eliphas, are you there?!.

But that "name" isn't all I can remember.

Gabriel, the archangel of the water, Uriel, the archangel of the earth, and Lucifer, the angel of the stars, can't remember so clearly from now on the existence that they came out in their dreams, that they would not normally meet.

[Brother, I'm sorry. I really can't remember that person's name.]

In the corner, if I can remember that name and tell you, I have a toothache that I can't remember even though it's going to be the key to unleashing it from something that binds my brother.

[What, it was originally a story that started with a dream, and the angels described in the old classics came out, and as something involved in the religion of the country, they just thrived.

That's where the exotic god's name came up, and maybe I just took a little too many sharks off.]

Barrota spoke calmly and frankly, saying so, but Eliphas can tell she's depressed.

(Oh yeah, at least then)

- If my brother said he was interested in talking about that dream, I wouldn't get a name with "the one," but let's talk about it as long as I can remember.

Eliphas thought so and opened his mouth slightly to panic.

It reminds me of those who looked after me and the two archangels who often came out to talk, although fragmented in their dreams.

[Brother, I can't remember the name of that person, but if it's something you've been doing well, it's something you remember in your dreams, but will you listen?

While Barrota wolfed at the sudden suggestion, she nodded, so Eliphas quickly lets her mouth say a particularly impressive story that was impressive in her dreams.

"People who give up trying by praying for the various possibilities they have in front of people who can only really pray" story.

Talk about "people who try to maintain their self-esteem by mocking people who are inferior but trying hard to live".

Talk about "normal people who stick with their crippled bodies and minds to make them understand that they have nothing to do with it".

The story of "a being that was about to be pushed from the same person to the edge of society by branding itself inferior to a person from birth or in the course of development".

[Eliphas?]

Barrota was adding confusion to the "talk" her sister dared to say.

And that's the same with Eliphas, who's finished saying it, surprisingly, restraining his mouth with both hands.

[I'm sorry, brother, it's kind of an unwrapped story, but]

But I remembered that it was a dream that was often accompanied by anger and pity if I had to say it that way.

Angels are very worried about people like that. The angel of the stars, in particular, was most worried and "so" he took the exotic God to consult him.

The more people were born, the more developed the various combinations, races, cultures, habits due to land, etc.

As it is, the people who live in this world, made to the angel brother of the stars, to the other archangels, in cooperation with the beings who are also said to be angels and spirits, cause strife among themselves.

Disasters that should be accepted as natural stewardship also shed blood that the spirits who preside over such nature do not want to receive at the price of some life.

- If I did, I'd be able to stop that at all.

The angel of the stars had come all the way to those whom Eliphas cared for, while he was an exotic god to consult it troubled.

Somehow, before people make mistakes, I wonder if I can realize it for myself.

The truly gentle benevolent angel was lonely without being able to consult the four archangels, who were the "apex (top)" but therefore were equally or under the umbrella.

Ahead of the empty eyes, I was staring at "that one" who couldn't really remember his name.

[Oh, yeah, I don't know if this will connect with what your brother wants to know either.]

I don't know his name, but he tells me what he remembered in his dream: "When I first saw him".

[Your hair is white and seems very gentle. Then, you were the one who brought me the knowledge.

He had a white beard, weaved a fine fur gown, and had a cane in his hand. And then...]

Barrota found out that her sister was speaking hard for herself as she jammed her words.

Normally, I could properly cut up such a dream talk, but he spread the word by perceiving that his brother, himself, had shown interest.

[Oh man, even though it's a dream, he says he's that clear, but then, don't get teethy the other way about not knowing his name]

Mix your feelings of sorry with the indescribable frustration of being out there and not knowing your name, and make it into words in a tone that makes you feel like you're kidding.

Then Eliphas was laughing at the fact that the word "toothitch" came out of Barrota earlier.

If you heard my sister laugh, the admonition that "even priests protect local rural villages are just as good" just rubbed and loosened in Barrota.

Tied by the desire to protect the village, the priest realized that he neglected the care for his family, who lived with him even though he had occasional fights about himself on his side.

[Eliphas, it's great to talk about the angel and the one you took care of.

Even if it's in a dream, it must be a story where people think about happiness in the true sense of the word and are put out.

So, what do you say, you tell me what Eliphas told you in there?

"Me"?

I was bound by the words of that time, and I was willing to protect the village, and I was protecting myself by protecting it.

By being thanked by the villagers, I noticed myself "running away" when I seemed to be facing the phrase "as good as a priest defending a local rural village."

What I've been listening to is not only the voice of the Spirit, but also my sister, who must have admired me for her brother and herself on the side.

Besides, since returning from the King's Capital, Eliphas had been quiet, watchful and dating me without complaining, even though I must have noticed Barrota's will.

So the truth is, you would have liked to talk sooner, I wanted to hear Eliphas' own story.

If you've tried to remember, when it comes to telling me about my sister's "feelings of Eliphas" as a priority, I can only remember about the "old fine picture books no one can read" that have been at home for a long time.

[Oh, the story that inspired this dream story also came out talking to those two archangels?.

Would you tell me what Eliphas wanted to talk about the most?

I'm sure that's what Eliphas wants to sue for most because it's in her dreams]

That's what "brother" told me, and Eliphas remembers the words "angel who was acting like his brother" in his dream.

- Have you forgotten that Eliphas tried so hard to make a place for people without a "place"?

[My, what I wanted to do the most was discuss it for people who don't have a place.]

Spin out the words as you recall.

- Can't you remember when I asked you when you were born about a baby born with the addition of a "gold spoon"......

Kind, that's what the water archangel said to me.

You know what "gold spoon" means, don't you?

As a "hidden word," that's the word used.

Parts of the body are missing at birth, or some function of the five senses, mainly necessary for basic life, is weak or not.

Or someone whose growth inside the body or intelligence has stopped at the toddler stage in growing up, even if they are born with five satisfied bodies.

In order to live in such things, the priests of this world describe what is commonly called the children and people of the world who have been born into a harsh fate as "born with a gold spoon".

Generally, a wooden spoon or a silver spoon used in a meal will make you experience things you cannot absorb and learn from.

It is a "precious experience", as if some miracles were overlapping and eating with a golden spoon as the king described in the gaga.

No matter how rich your life is, how much money you give, how hard it is to learn without being close to you and living with you.

So the beings that have been born with their destiny are noble beings with the power above all to convey the importance and difficulty of being able to live normally healthy - and the priests who believe in the goddess of the earth try to perceive it.

But if you look at it in the light of living with that person in reality, there are certainly many things you can learn.

But neither the mind nor the body of those who live together can compare the chain of difficulties.

The actual gold spoon is a very precious object, which I guess I rarely get, but it is very heavy, and even if I use it for a meal, it is only unfettered.

The weight and infirmity hang particularly hard on those who accept as parents those who have carried gold spoons as "children".

But the people who believe in the goddess of the earth know that it is a mourning which, as parents, should not be tabulated or uttered.

However, I know that if I don't mourn somewhere, my heart will be crushed, the weight of a "gold spoon".

It is also the story of the Church as the only place to accept its mourning, and of hearing it often as a clergyman.

There are only a few, if any, of the villages where Barotta and the others live, but they have been born with such "gold spoons".

However, there were times when the small village and the parents of Barrota and Eliphas tried to actively listen to each other, and the weight of the gold spoon was too small.

Villagers from time immemorial also have a lot of "understanders," perhaps for those with "gold spoons" and their families, the village is a good place to stay.

In particular, Eliphas also knew Barrota was visiting households that tended to be closed and caged, as well as trying to do so.

[Oh, I know. And that you are truly worried about the children with the "gold spoon" and their families.]

As a brother, as a religious and clergyman, as a witch Eliphas, and as one person, I also consider it a great part.

But compared to the face of her brother, who was smiling and proud of her sister, she could feel and take the next word she would hesitate to give.

[Is it hard to say? For example, things like getting lost in faith in the goddess of the earth]

Neither earlier, nor the anxiety of not being able to put the names of the four archangels immediately in his mouth, the slightly remaining priest had a new apprehension that the reason his sister could not put them in his mouth was a distrust of the State religion.

In terms of the magnitude of the problem, this one is bigger than not being able to say the name of an angel.

Eliphas doesn't know how to take it, telling her that she is deeply worried about her brother, but first she decides to be honest with her feelings.

[Brother, sometimes I think "gold spoon" is just a good, nice word to mislead.

Indeed, I think that touching someone with a gold spoon is a good opportunity to make my physical wellbeing seem truly difficult.

But I feel like it's just a good story to thank for my physical wellbeing, in a world that's been too peaceful for the past few years.

Besides, in reality, don't skip the trouble of the person who takes care of you, it's just a great thing with your mouth, and I think you're leaving it behind.

And in fact, anyone with a golden key, especially a mother, carries a tremendous amount of guilt and strain.

Still, I think that having a priest in this village who hears the voice of the Spirit, Brother Barrota, is easier to relieve the grip and anxiety of the mind.

Yeah, I'm sure it's a better place for someone with a golden key and their family than any other place in this country.

But what about the rest of this country?. I don't even know if I can get to my brother, but can anyone hear me so far?.

No one cares like your brother, no one asks you for mediation like me. Is the faith of the goddess of the earth right today, who maintains its form against those with gold spoons?]