Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

God, who looked like an exotic boy, puts a hammer on his head and steps in, leaps again and "passes" down the street that leads to the territory of Robrow, where several firepillars rise.

It was captured by Apricot and Belzebub at the edge of their sight, crossing each other's weapon blades.

"How many exotic gods are you going to invite to the place where you are going to welcome my Lord, the Acting Lordship of Robrow?.

Later, with me and my wife, will you consider the difficulty of getting the invited gods to pick you up politely? "

"Wouldn't you be glad if you still invited exotic gods rather than" people ", who have been defined as enemies of men?

Only slightly clearer, responding like a lady of nobility, Belzebub laughed lightly.

"That's the best - humph!"

Then, we repeat the sword trident several times more intensely with each other, and we come close to each other again.

This had already been repeated several times.

He wraps around the white protective clothes called by Netuark "assisted", letting his surroundings take in the flames in the shape of his mouth, and confronts Belzebub with his favorite dagger.

I don't know why, but the prime minister of hell once drove him out of battle, "somehow," but he was ready to fight even in Apricot.

(But I still don't feel like I can win. I'm not even going to lose)

At that rate, you might be traveling from this world before you feel like you've lost, granddaughter.

Apricot's grandfather and melon two faces stretched out the wrinkles on his face, raised the edge of his mouth, and, even as he traveled through this world, showed his sturdy teeth, which never lacked a single one.

An overflowing magic bounced with wind pressure from a long body that mimicked Pean Vinegar.

"Whoops!"

In the next moment, the firepillar that Apricot uses to purify and burn dirt is crushed by its wind pressure and one is eliminated.

Later, the sound of vanishing the "boffled" firepillar follows.

For that matter, if the acting lord had tongued, this one would have followed with a slight delay.

"I don't know what you're looking for as that cunning, but how long will this situation last? Personally, I don't want much of this stuff with your wife."

"Oh, well, then, I don't hate older people either, but I don't like someone with a wife. Besides, if you're the" husband "of someone who thinks you're my best friend and like my" sisters ", don't worry!"

If you say it strongly enough, to count anymore, the nearest flame, rising as a firepillar that has been enough with one hand, transforms into the shape of your mouth with the sounds of the birds.

"If it's enough to extinguish the firepillar, do you mean use it to attack?

Through the cleverness, it may be close to scratching your feet. "

"Yeah, even if it's evil, they blow it off because they don't have the body!"

From the belly, the voice, and all the power you can get out of the body, from the impending, Apricot pushes a body two heads taller than himself.

On the broad back of Hell's prime minister, who did not defy the flow of considerable "bad footscratch" power and backed down to take steps, the mouth of the flame struck him as he decided.

And just before stabbing him, Belzebub, without even looking back, turns only his arm and puts his flaming mouth - "grasp" and stops there.

"I serve as prime minister of hell, managed by an angel of earth, which is raw compared to Hellfire.

Well, if you can only embody "mouth," is that what you have to do? "

That said, I put the long arm that was spinning behind me back, grabbing the flame, back in front, and staring.

Even in the figure of Pean Vinegar, the mouth of the flame, grasped by an impressive large and wide palm, let the black dust-like thing dance on the wind from its border.

After all, the noise leaks out of the area where the big palms and flames are touching late so that it will come out when smoking.

And in the power of the prime minister of hell, the sound of the birds was leaking out of the mouth of the flames that were closed and grasped by his palms.

He helped me strip, against the Dragon God, and Luotian the Garuda will also be a hostile opponent.

Therefore, even if I invite you, I can only embody the "flame in the shape of my mouth", which is the most characteristic of it, without embodying my appearance.

"Oh, still, it looks like you're burning the dust out of it!"

Apricot lifts his hands high toward heaven and fists the arms of those who do not hold the dagger.

Besides, one of the few remaining columns in response also took the form of a flaming mouth.

In exchange, Belzebub smiled, gripping and "crushing" the flaming mouth he was holding.

"Less bad scratches left, let's hang out"

- Thank you.

(I know there is no choice but to burn this person in this state, but it's a shame.)

I am heavily aware that it is obnoxious to attempt to purify the "filthy" part of the Prime Minister of Hell with the "mouth-only" Garuda flame.

Still, if you let that great palm grasp the Garuda rhoitis, that part is purified, and the burned filth becomes dust, on the wind, and is flown away.

"If it's dusty, it's a mountain."

To inspire myself, even when I think about it, I grip the flame of purification. As such, several muscles of sweat dribble down between clothes that I am accustomed to wearing to my skin, breathing and spitting small into the cold feeling that it gives me.

Part of the power of an exotic god to the power and help of one Apricot Vinegar, to fight the existence in history inscribed as the prime minister of hell in this world.

It's a horrible thing to do.

"But we have to do it!

He opened his eyes, forcefully stepped into the path of the street, and waved his fist at the tip of his arm, which he was raising as it was in heaven, as if to release a spear, to Belzebub.

As linked to the motion, the mouth of the flame flies away like a bird that claws its prey, sounding only into the valley.

"You didn't see me twisted earlier"

The moment I said so, I was grabbing the flaming mouth that flew, again with a big hand.

At the same time, the white smoke that scorches "filth" rises like steam from a large palm.

"Yeah, I was twisting it, and I was watching it" take the trouble "and" wear out "that pean vinegar look, albeit slightly!

He opened his little lips wide in the face inherited from his grandmother, set up a dagger and kicked the ground, giving him a little smoke of sand.

Apricot, wrapped in white clothes in his protective law, goes into Belzebub, who takes time to "crush the flames of purification".

"This one, too, has trouble getting you to forget your dagger-gripping hand is empty"

Belzebub grabs a dagger with long arms in the hands of those who do not possess the flame of purification, with the movement of Pean Vinegar, the base of his body, and the seemingly dancing trick.

And take a dagger with a bright red string of rings stretching out of the white clothes that are poking in.

"- What!?

I penetrated and gained momentum, the shock I expected to be "heavy" is not conveyed to my dagger at all.

The long arm that I had set up to receive the power that I had always thought would come up.

The dagger with a red ring takes the white clothes that Apricot had wrapped around him in the direction that Belzebub recirculated, flying his cut high in a straight line to the cloudy sky.

To the force that was preparing for the shock, which was too light, a long arm drawn and held a dagger, and his gaze turned upwards.

It's a coincidence (chance) that Apricot made himself, though it's a really short time.

"I'm just as strong as that sly rabbit, and I'm the grandson of a devious sage!"

And at this time I thank my grandmother for the small body she gave way to.

Long enough to call it half a century already.

In that place, which has now become an octagonal earth, the physical technique used by Pean Vinegar against Gloriosa Sunflower.

I think it was "heel" or "decaying wood".

Like my grandfather, the name of the move is suspicious, but he moves without hesitation as his body remembers his movements.

"Well, either way!

The left hand of the apricot breaks the center of gravity by taking the middle of the heel (heel) and ankle (candle) of the bell zebub that ends in the vessel of a person's body and holding it further from the outside.

In this small body, a being that will never work again and will never be dealt with.

But I can't believe I'm getting curious at times like this.

How far can you deal with a presence where there is no way you can win?

"Damn it!

The end of Apricot's mouth rises gooey, seeping through "humiliation," to his voice.

Pushing the weight of a small body on it as "gravity," the body of a vessel imitating the body of his grandfather rolls from his back over the earth on the street and knocks him down.

And as it is, wind up the smoke, be a horse rider, and take a ground position.

"Ahhh!"

"Huh!"

Before the opponent moved, with all his strength, he raised his voice and slammed the palm bottom into the hairline of his grey hair.

Light for every body horseback ridden, the earth of Robrow rocks.

"It would be prime minister in hell, for example, but in order to come out into this man's world, it's the neck that has to come into the body of the person who becomes the vessel, right?

But thank God you don't have to shy away from the vessel! "

The sound of "Don't!" when he punched the palm bottom into Belzebub's forehead so that it overlapped his voice, roared and its weight echoed.

"Hey, no matter how fine the contents, even the finest liquor that intoxicates everyone, if you don't have a bowl to pour to swallow, you're just going back to the earth."

With words in mind that Netuark supposedly used in a different sense, Apricot once again focuses his consciousness on finding a "way".

"Seems to say the same thing, but my pre-dowry daughter wouldn't do it."

With his forehead contained, without even trying to get up, the prime minister of pale hell spoke to Apricot.

"- Don't worry.

I don't want a woman of my age to be able to fall in love freely and find a companion on her own. "

With a small hand filled with old leather gloves, with Belzebub's head contained, Karin Vinegar conceded's adorable yet dry voice, Apricot returned the word clearly and immediately.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've never admired anything like wonder and "bride" or love.

If I could just learn what I wanted to learn and do what I wanted to do with that personality that I'm told resembles my grandfather, that would be great.

"Besides, I am the lord who keeps this territory even on my behalf."

In the valley, the sound of the light whistle of the Sangamiye-shaped (samanyagi) symbol of the fulfillment of the covenant calling for help to the gods is echoed again.

"It is my duty as lord to defend the territory I have given to me from the royal family of this country, even if I risk my life."

But if it's the only apricot that has an edge on the word "love".

I remember being told by the “face” at the end of my hand, suppressing it with my own magic.

- Maybe the blood called the Vinegar family is "attracted" by Sunflower's "blood muscles" unlimited.

- Normally, I guess this is what I think "love" is, right?

- My heart gets hot, my body gets hot, I want to get close to the person, I want to stop by, I get attracted.

(Your grandfather, though there may be some)

In days never praised by any of my relatives to protect my young self.

Brother of the traveler who came, in the sky looking up the valley of Robrow, with the sound of thunder heard from afar.

- All the basics, you're enthusiastic. That's impressive.

For the first time, someone who didn't care about his surroundings in a land called Robrow and gave me the words to praise and acknowledge him.

But "children" like your brother were still beaten to the point that they were "powerless" to counter the learning of this land.

After speaking to the wise man, he cried in front of his aunt, a pure good cook, but was determined to bring it back on his own, with both eyes.

- Be sure to pick me up.

He left me with those words with his powerful black eyes on the right and his gentle purple eyes on the left that he had hidden inside his eyelids.

Because it's been a real pleasure in a life where I've been hit with scattered words before.

Straightforward thoughts directed at Apricot are more a treasure than a promise.

Because I was really happy with those words, which you don't hesitate to think about.

However, the memories of the precious treasure were masked and hidden "to protect Apricot", in both his face and his heart.

Now that the ban had been lifted, if you were the brother of that traveler, you would have been king of this country. When I unraveled, I was trying to assume that my grandfather/grandchildren were just attracted to the king's charisma, not love. However,

- Not only did I know, but I'm really sorry that it took me so long to save you.

- Now it's time to help with the rush.

A new pillar of fire takes the form of a mouth, along with the Garuda Luo flame called for by Apricot.

"If you say" that, "I don't care if you look pitiful or frightened that you're not a woman.

I don't know if he's the prime minister of hell, but he's got to protect this place until he gets hurt!

It's not right for me to ask for help.

- I want to stop by and see the same scenery together, attracted, and if I'm trying, eventually they need it too.

- That's how people can be the best soldiers if they replace what is commonly called love.

"For the sake of the Selisanceum nation, King Dagger Sunflower, I will do what I can to grind your filth until the time comes!

Squeeze the remaining magic in your body and let the Garuda Luoyi, who burns away the filth, turn to the Chancellor of Hell.

- You're a strong man.

At that time, beside Apricot and the Prime Minister of Hell, the "Dagger of Apricot", which he had just played up, fell and pierced the earth.

Even if physically blocked from sight, they dig up the history of "Dagger Anecdotes," which was buried in memories stored inside Belzebub.

- 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 wants me to be Dagger's "daughter-in-law".

At that time, I just thought it was an exchange that tied people to their memories, that they didn't love.

"Brilliant, exotic temple of women."

A flame in the shape of a mouth took in the shape of two people.

"It will take a little longer for the trees to catch fire, Lord Apricot."

On the octagonal earth, the body does not move in any way, but Netuark narrows his eyes to the sight that can be seen "under his eyes".

"When did you hear, Maple, that a maiden in love is the strongest?"

What you see in the sight of passing through Louis, who is descending from the Shaw-named Ancient God, is how each one, with his own thoughts, is at a height.

An exotic, successful God who binds each other's bodies with red strings, wrapped in the flames of purification, and embraces beautiful angels on the brink of fallen heaven, in the role of "tying up evil" called "kansaku", tying up filth.

A deacon boy, buried in filth and tenderness, with a goddess who can "take back" his precious presence in the children he raised and run towards it, the shadows are going to disappear.

And a new soldier boy with empty eyes in his golden hair, just a few moments away, beside him to support a tall boy wearing a squatting red and black coat.

Now the sage has become a long-established ancient (Kuribiko), and the two most interesting to see under his eyes are his two best friends, who made the Garuda Luoyi, who rises in the streets, even more ambitious and demanding.

"" Achara Nata, the flame of the immortal king himself, is it the flame of anger to worry about the existence of your favorite Osama, who thinks like his best friend or sister? ""

Through Louis' mouth, the voices of the boy and the sage sounded brilliantly aligned, in a raw, austere breeze.

However, no one is aware of the presence of a boy who has come to be the god of the Shaw-named Ancient Nativity.

"" Hufu, neither Grandor nor Arsen are obsessed with each other and haven't noticed us at all "

So much, a place of urgency.

I feel that the power of the Spirit Stone for powerful lifting is weakened, in the form of a communications machine wrapped around the belt of my hips.

"" It's time to land, Tagoku. ""

I tell him so, feeling the boy's habitual hair being pulled with a hand with a small frog fin (Mizukaki).

"" If you'd stuck around forever, you might have gone to your brother's vessel. ""

"Gekoko!"

"" Yes, being a cute brother is the best condition for honesty!

In the meantime, in order to get in the mood for the "obstinate user demon," I decided to head to the "two brothers," where I had to take anything home first.

"Lily and Ato believe you and I will be waiting for you."

The power of the comms machine that was wrapped around his hips is cut off, and his body is pulled by gravity at once.

"" Horizontal gun, go!

At first the ritual outfit, which was close to pure white, was made to be painted on sand and dust. The god of the naughty boy appeared on the earth so that he could dance and descend again.

"Ugh?!

"What ah?!

A butler, who has become as much of a boy as we are, grabs the ring and runs to Eliphas, who is unable to move with her luscious dress wrapped around her -.

The smoke suddenly rose in front of Ars and St, who were chasing him with their gaze, feeling like a watchman.

This was followed by the appearance of a boy with a distinctly different appearance from the clothes of this country, who stood in front of himself with a sound for landing.

"Gekoko!"

"" Oops!

"Mr. Louis!

Though Ars raised his voice immediately first, he immediately gave a strange look.

I noticed an overlap of "someone's voice" in Louis' voice, but about that, the sharp boy came up with two people, "one and one," and I don't know which one to call.

Netuark was initially full of serious language, but before Grandor and Ars, whom he seemed to know for a long time, came to this height to be invited by Arsen, he made harsh remarks that were a joke.

The sage rabbit who felt the other one has a lot of "(sage said) tea words" like "oops again!" needless to say.

And although he has no talent for witchcraft, he knows that a knowledgeable boy manipulates the body of a boy named Louis, possibly a puppet, and is manipulated by Netsuark or a rabbit sage.

I thought it was possible for the person and the rabbit to perform magic that generally only seemed difficult.

"That voice, Mr. Netsuerk?!

However, while Ars was about to decide to call, Schutt, supported from his shoulder, voiced surprise as he left his blood muscles in his mouth, coming out of the earlier attack.

Then, because of the puppet state, Louis' face peeked at his octagonal teeth and laughed nibbly, even though there was no glow in his eyes that had set the focus.

"" That's right.

I can't leave the place below, so I went to this place with the help of Louis, your god. ""

Louis stands on the strong wind at "height", shaking his habitual hairs with the marks he had tied for the ritual, and putting a tread on top of it.

I know very well that he is a rabbit sage, but I felt Ars staring at me without a heart or "he".

(But if that's what you care about right now)

Not going to scorn him, but just a little sorry to the user demon, Ars looks over at the height with an empty eye and proceeds to the story.

"So, Louis, as you did during the stripping ritual, was Mr. Netsuark long overdue now?

It is, and you're taking the lead and you're vaguely unconscious?

The boy, dressed in a dusty outfit, wrapped his arms around a coat very similar to that of a rabbit sage, and nodded, just as the hair and eyes were well done by a colored man.

"" Yes, it is.

However, this time to use the body of the person who lived in the power of the Shaw-name Ancient God, Louis, your consciousness has never remained, as it was in the early morning of this day.

Let me be completely asleep, and like Lord Apricot back then, I will not be able to move, but I will use the power to match it. "

Netuark's voice, heard overlapping Louis's voice, must escort some strange and new soldier, also sounds reminiscent of a wise man.

And, although only for a few moments, I immediately dismissed the idea, wondering if he was not a wise man.

(Lord Sage couldn't have bothered to lie about Lily's injuries)

Because I admire the rabbit sage so much, if I found out what the sage really looks like, I'm sure that girl would love it.

And more than the appearance of a rabbit, I miss it and forgive my heart to the wise man who became the appearance of man.

I'm sure the girl doesn't mind at all, even if she's the king's direct agent.

(Oh, but I wonder if Mr. Netsuerk cares that he's just a little evil.)

"Scary" does have an atmosphere, but still, I don't think Lily would mind.)

So this is how we've become people and we've met.

Yet I don't know why a rabbit sage and a man named Netsuruk are passing through something else.

And if Lily is the only one involved in Netuark's rabbit sage, Ars and Louis will be deluded.

If Lily is the only one who doesn't reveal the identity of a rabbit sage, if there's a reason she wants to remain silent, she also feels like she knows somehow.

I don't even know why it involves Ars, the escort soldier, or Louis, the disciple of Grandor, an old friend of the rabbit sage.

(Oh, yeah. Besides, Mr. Netsuerk was confrontational with Lord Sage)

"It's easy.

"Kings Steiner's best friend is a man named Netuark Saxfawn."

I just want you to tell Lord Sage, who will escort you.

Please. "

A few hours ago, when I realized that the coat wrapped around Louis and Netuark, who were conscious and whose ritual outfits were not yet dirty at all, was similar to what the rabbit sage was wearing.

I remember being pushed until a long finger was poked at me by a colored man, even as I told the rabbit sage to preach.

(I really forgot to interact with them because there was a lot going on after that)

And in words that felt harsh, Ars had gently bitten his lips when he remembered that he had been removed from the escort.

That way, by the time I put together my memorabilia thoughts, out of Ars' head,

The idea that "Rabbit Sage is Netsurk" is driven to the corner of his head.

And instead, the rabbit sage asks the question, "If you were a person, what did you look like?" and "How could you hide who you are?"

"Yeah. Sorcery rather than magic. It's forbidden in this country."

(I think Lord Sage was the first to tell me that he was banning his body.

But he has never told me why.

But I'm pretty sure there are other magicians and people involved in magic who can smoke me that I'm using a ban)

Ars looks at Lily and Arsen, worried about such rabbit sage.

Maybe even if you used what the country is banning, you want to hide it, the true figure of a rabbit sage.

(And maybe even a country called Celisanceum wants to hide its identity so much that the rabbit sage has allowed it to use a ban)

- I wonder if it makes sense to exist from this world until you hide what you really are.

I thought, "Rabbit Sage," a mind that accidentally chilled occupies my chest and now feels like it no longer exists anywhere in this world.

It's like a sinner to be denied being in this world because you exist as a person.

I don't suppose there will be "no sin because you are a wise man," but when the boy is slightly dissatisfied with the use of the prohibition that the country seems to be sheltering, depending on the way he sees it.

"" Ars, you don't seem to be seriously injured, but what's the matter, you suddenly shut up "

"Hey, Ars? What's the matter with you?

Louis and Netuark's overlapping voice, followed by his recently made friend, who he supports, gives him a gaze up that he was feeling down, like he said he was sane.

"" After all, can't your voice be tamed with the dual feeling?

With his arms together, he says that with the hand of his hand, which he had filled in the ritual, on the visible mouth of his octagonal tooth, which would also be Louis' trademark.

"" Sorry, for now, if this situation is over, Louis, I won't get this voice out of your mouth. ""

Since the words spoken are far from what you think, Ars feels poisoned.

Sage said he was doing some research on his own.

When the body heat rises on my "thoughts" that I imagined would seem really uncomfortable, it becomes a form of offsetting my earlier cold feelings.

So I was showing Ars as if he was just silent, snorting cocklessly, normally supporting Shut up beside me.

Seeing that snort, Huh Netuark gives a reassuring look in the boy's face, then speaks to Stu, who is wearing the next supported red and black coat.

"" Stu, are you okay, apparently you're not going to be intact?

"Well, it's hard, to be honest."

Until then, I was down, lifting a gun that was "buddy," pointing the muzzle at heaven, and this one laughs "ni".

"For not moving around hard, you can use this guy enough, right?

As if he was also willing to "gun," Stu spoke and nodded small as if his reply had returned after a while.

Then I look up at a boy who doesn't even want to be a colored person, but who has a sharp impression and now has a higher gaze than I do.

"Mr. Netsuark, me and Ars are kind of left out all the time...

Aren't you likely to be involved in some sort of a fight between those fierce heroes or in helping Mr. Rock?

Removing the hand on his mouth, "Louis" clasped his shoulder and nodded lightly with his arms together.

"" Yeah, Stu, you, Ars. You'll be involved in both of them.

But you mustn't move on until things settle down. ""

The commander, who relies on the boy's god, immediately answered the question Shto asked.

To the instruction "Don't move," because the two boys are objects with dissatisfied expressions at the same time, Louis had a bitter smile on his face, even though it was a child's.

"" All this, I can't give in.

Most importantly, we won't be safe anymore, but the two of us will go home with you on whatever it is.

But you're the two people who can't move, so we can support you, right?

That said, even though the focus hasn't met, Louis' eyes turn toward Stu's gun with the muzzle pointing toward heaven.

The boys immediately nodded, guessing what it meant.

"I'm sure I can't move, but I can handle guns with an assist."

"I, too, can't get into those two fights until I put Shut down, and I get it."

I snorted all together again.

Now wrapped in a flame in the shape of a mouth, enough to see two figures in the balls, we don't even know what kind of battle the people named Heroes of this country are fighting, Ars, we all have no idea.

So I wanted to do what I was going to be able to do.

(If Netuark's instruction, I'm sure he'll be fine)

- I don't have to be protected by someone weaker than me.

Before I came to this place, those words uttered to the colored man were only a little in Ars, but they also inspired me to notice the arrogance that was in me.

"" My brothers, it helps. ""

"So, what do we do -?!"

The moment I thought the conversation had come together, I got goosebumps on the skin of the three boys.

And the "sound" that sounds like an unparalleled scream or roar strikes the heights.

Eliphas!

Only within Shto's chest did the voice of the grieving Julian Zaheto sound.