Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"" Well, Mr. Rock - rather than, Rock, we have to do what we do while you're attracting me with your life.

With your assistance, Stu and Ars, you'll manage to have some time. ""

Even if time can stretch somewhat to the sound of a double voice with calm with the boy, I can see that there is little time left for "Mr. Rock".

And that's the same with the presence of me.

"Hey, you okay?"

Before me, in an exotic outfit, the colour of my eyes was the figure of a boy God in a sleeping state.

But if you wrapped the first page of the memory of the Prime Minister's wife in Hell, I'd think of a different calling word.

This time, isn't it "hello," Mr. Rabbit?

The voice still has a sticky mud in its throat that doesn't make it come true.

However, I know that this will suffice for the "being" of this exotic boy god as a puppet.

"" Oh, did Mr. Eliphas have a chance to spot me as a "rabbit"?

I was more surprised than I expected by the call "rabbit," and I smile under a sticky mud mask.

Oh, is this guy different from "that one"?

That one whose husband was comfortable, head of the Spirit of the Wind who even instigated the Angel of the Stars.

"" I want to live with regret. Did your daughter show up in this world for so many thoughts?

But I say something very similar.

- Ahhhhhh, "I want to live with regret".

- Looks like your daughter doesn't have "yet" in this world.

It seems very, very similar, but it's the same and means a little different.

That's the same for me.

Above all, there are answers that have changed in me.

"" By the way, still, the mud is snagging and it's hard to say the words, huh?

That was right.

In waking up with my husband and remembering each other a lot, in me, I couldn't contain the "ever" filth.

If it were true, the limit would have come when I picked Gabriel up, but my sweet best friend took my filth into himself.

"" Oh, then you don't have to.

For once, you must have shot a "gun" in an attempt to reduce the burden on your best friend at all.

But the angel, who was gentle but stubborn, only made me shoot once, thinking about "after".

Besides, "to keep your consciousness in check, I even let you shoot yourself."

"Yeah, my husband was surprised by the boulder, and when he took in the filth, he was unconscious at first and I did too.

My husband gave me back the magic I had taken over from Balsam, but he managed to bring it back to me. "

I lay my palms on the earth with my hands on the earth at height, in a position where I began to lay low, with my head bent, telling me how it was.

"I don't know if I owe you an apology or a thank you, but I know you exist, and I can't know anything more about Alsen Padrick, and I've given you the Angletham Padrick record."

Nod deeply as it drips, and I respond.

But as a result, it's bigger to grieve him dearly.

- You weren't just taking my father from my mother because I was born, you were taking the existence of my best friend from the people who calmed down this country.

I couldn't tell you that didn't happen.

'Cause my husband said he was proud to protect my best friend.

But to be proud sometimes gives you solitude, both around you and yourself. "

"- Geko"

That's what my brother told Belzebub, Belzebub?

"" - Frog ""

To a conversation between me and someone very similar to that one, an angel who is now visiting this world deludes himself into the appearance of an exotic god, interrupts the story.

Instead of whispering, I respond.

I'm sorry, brother. I just heard that from my husband, too.

I'm not talking about who said that. "

I won't let the extra stories interrupt the stories of the angels of the stars and the gods of the heights in their dear memory telling time.

Even you, the brother of the star angel.

"- Geko"

Enough.

He was covered in mud and could not see the look on my face when I leaned down, but he seemed to see me refusing to answer.

"" Well, shall we return to the line of conversation?

Right now, Mr. Rock and the boy who really cares about the existence of Eliphas are trying so hard to purify the filth they accumulate. "

Obviously, my brother found you obstinate, but the double-sounding voice retreats slightly from it and continues the conversation.

Yes, it's bad for you, brother, but I'm more concerned about you now, either way.

A butler who doesn't look good when thinly inhibited by a "mud mask," but becomes a boy, responds diligently, as his role.

"" That muddy serpent was supposed to be born "inevitably" in this closed territory, jealousy, anxiety, desire, jealousy.

Those who hit the lords of previous generations ruled too well, but in the fold of retreat, they were lucky enough to concentrate on just one point.

Without even extending the power of your role, and with all sorts of thoughts involved, even those who in ancient times could be vessels, treated as gods, were overloaded.

Sometimes there were holes in my mind, so I couldn't help it. ""

Even though the color of the eyes is asleep, the gaze of the wise man who puppets God with the figure of the boy and conveys it is sharp.

Keeping that acumen, I now had a glimpse of a deacon, in a remote place, confronted with obscenity by the appearance of a boy who was supposed to be my "first love" counterpart.

- But this responsibility was too heavy for the butler my husband loved after his loved one disappeared.

I nodded again, remembering the conversation I had heard as the mud that was in my body took the form of a snake, and Rock and Netuk moved away to become serpents with the emotion of "Little Snake."

Now, in order not to betray the trust that filled the hole that I did not block and that I was prepared to let go of once diligently, I am also facing an overly heavy object on my back.

Tough, I'm sure you're feeling painful, but I can feel it, even though it won't come true to see its face sunny with mud.

I was naturally grinning at the fact that the "emotional goddess" in me was suppressed.

And as I noticed the goddess within, the god who looked like a boy comes beside me.

The dark muddy serpent, without deep thought, was murky and attacked by the butler boy, saying that it would be easier for that deacon boy whose power was falling than God who looked like this exotic boy.

"" Boulder Mud made of the darkness of the heart, which is based on the mind blaming the little child with assumptions, without even being sure with his own eyes.

Yeah, I do, and the person I'm going to hurt, the more I look fine, the more annoying I want to hurt you.

And forget about the existence that's at your root - no, I guess I should describe it as contempt here.

But this is how I can break my belly with your goddess. ""

I laugh completely in my red fallen lips in rhetoric that just sounds a little disturbing.

"It became impossible for a goddess like me to show up in this world in time for too many thoughts and deeds.

However, irregularities (irregularities) appearing in this way happened. That's probably why. "

My husband liked it, and I felt a lot harder about the vessel.

Although the kind Julian Zaheto knew the story of the fate that a man named "Eliphas" would follow, he never thought that any Eliphas was bound by that fate.

Somewhere, I believed, there was time for the existence of Eliphas to become "happy".

So from page 1 of the picture book, I even uttered a heartfelt blessing to the goddess, born of forbidden magic in the world of men, to make her happy.

"" Hey, even if a goddess named Out-of-the-box didn't move to relieve people's anxiety, and if Deacon Rock did your best, I think he would have wasted some mechanism that was better prepared by a god in his religion.

I'm not going to take your husband as prime minister of hell right now, either as a "door" or a "box," but I'm perfectly self-employed when it comes to the people I unlocked. ""

I ask as I manage to indulge in words that are long unfaithful and unfaithful.

"Mr. Cunning Rabbit," why don't you put the word "goddess" in the place of "god"?

"" - Again, it's hard to get behind a "deep emotional" goddess. "

I showed my palms lightly and made what people call a surrender pose, but I was just a little shuddered.

'Cause that's not something I can miss in my position to be my wife.

Who my husband hates but doesn't hate enough.

I plundered the world my husband had made with mercy, not thinking about it, "for God loves me", just for that reason.

"The angel of the stars gives way to the newly arrived goddess for a world he has worked so hard to build."

When God, my father, told me about it, it was my best friend's husband who came the most.

- Eliphas, Zeble, is Belzeble there?.

Even then, with the same twelve brilliant white wings as usual, the angel of the stars did it to the mansion at height.

I could tell immediately that the bright, empty eyes were covered.

Quickly, I felt I had to meet my husband.

Immediately, I followed him and guided the angel of the stars to his husband.

That's all I could do.

- Thank you, sweet Eliphas.

For the first time I saw it, with a crying face, that's all I said, immediately after the angels of the stars had gone by my husband's side in the mansion at height, this time two angels of my "best friend" came.

Beautiful gentle angel and a successful angel with brown skin.

Especially if you are a beautiful angel close to you, although you were genuinely worried about the angel of the stars, you told your husband that you were seeing him.

Then she smiled sadly and beautifully, and leaned down.

- In me, even at times like this, you can't rely on me.

I can still remember a lonely, small whining voice, almost 2,000 years later.

To encourage it, after a successful hand was accompanied by a beautiful angel's shoulder.

The brown angel was pouring his gaze toward the room where the star angel and the exotic god disappeared, though unobstructed by the analogy of viciousness.

- I can't help this. Wow, let's go back, Gabriel.

However, while pouring such a vicious gaze, the voice of the brown angel was low and calm, and directed toward the angel of the stars, making it sound "sympathetic".

Those things happened many times that time of year.

Don't answer me anything, I know that the angels of the stars were more open minded than God, who is the Father to the angels, carrying "wisdom" and, in ancient times, to the wise king and to the husband described in the story.

- Because Zeble's here, I think I'm in this place.

- Zeble is my shadow.

- Eliphas, you always do for Zeble, thank you.

Yes, the angel of the stars told me that he had taken the tea.

The angel of the stars hated the goddess.

The angel of the stars rightly hated the goddess with his "shadow", which he did not put on the table of beings other than me, but hated the goddess violently.

May the precious angel, in the shadow darkness of hate, not let the glow be impaired.

My husband had revealed his hatred for what an angel would otherwise hold, only in front of me and perhaps "Lucifer," the angel of the stars.

- Because of Zeble, I am the apex (top) of angels and spirits.

"" - I'm sorry, I'm on the "goddess side" side about that.

Including this bodily boy who says publicly that he hates angels. "

Finally, as I recall more than that, God, who looked like a boy, was pinching words with a double voice.

And I thank you for being pinched.

Because even if there was such a fact, it would be foolish for even the goddess of haste to know to hold onto it and persevere in the present time.

"Yeah, because that's the same for me in a way.

For whatever reason, I am on your side, on the angelic side of the stars that God at height, my husband, says to the Lord. "

That beautiful angel, who was my best friend, and the successful angel were unconditional, and now I sit on the head of a habitual hair, misleading myself, the same as I did on an angel named you, my brother.

I think the feeling I have, especially with a successful angel, is similar.

Rather than him giving top priority to the feelings of a beautiful angel - otherwise he was inherently indifferent.

So, again, earlier, the story that I heard as the mud pulled away overlaps.

"Does this lead to the indifference that you and your husband were talking about earlier?

I knew it looked alike, but it seemed to settle down somewhere different. "

"" If you say it in a speech bath, I think nuances are closer to being the same and different. ""

She scratched the words she said earlier, but she was just a little shy about setting me up again, but she decided to go out with me.

"" At least, your goddess and earthly angel didn't want any transformation in extending indifference "

Let the word snort a few affirmations.

On the profit of a man's life, he is sacrificed at will with the goddess to relieve anxiety, and crushes his life.

Sure, it's hard, and if you don't hate people, the coma of having to avenge them overflows your chest.

But when you get a place called Belzebule's companion, the god of heights, you don't even know.

Reaching this place, I think of the world that is built on the sacrifice of life to relieve anxiety, with cold eyes.

But even the part of my deeply emotional goddess that made it impossible.

I can't really hate people who were on edge before I was sacrificed, whose bodies are everywhere and whose feelings are difficult to express.

And then someone like that, at the expense of the life of a man named "Eliphas," most of whom were informed after I was killed, cried and prayed for me as a pitiful goddess.

Even though I want to take revenge, I get lost when I see the result that my emotional anxiety has dissolved as a sacrifice, and my surroundings will treat me with a little kindness.

I could neither continue hatred nor interrupt the hope of happiness for those who, with the understanding gained at my sacrifice, have been able to live in peace for a little while.

- Eliphas, that's fine.

- I hate and resent people for unpleasant things, and I don't hesitate to reach out to anyone who tries so hard to live.

- You don't have to be such a goddess.

- I think Lucifer would say the same.

The angel of water, who symbolizes the kindness of his best friend, gave me those words.

The earthly angel was still only beside his best friend's angel, but he was small and raised the edge of his mouth.

Whether I kept resenting him or hoping to help him, I felt like I'd found the time and place I could think of to stay.

Vengeance and depth of affection, even with these two, I don't mind.

So if I was even watched as my husband and the angel of the stars were discussing with the angels who made me my best friend, that would be good.

I could feel that even an indifferent earthly angel other than a beautiful water angel thought that way.

Until that time of year, there was even a time when you would send a gentle gaze to each exchange.

If even the goddess didn't show up.

"" - Belzebule, the vessel that became Belzebub, and oddly enough, had spent the same amount of time as your husband.

Anyone who suffers from the position of lord but becomes a vessel so as not to damage his reputation is sometimes encouraged to hear weak noises.

And hated greatly on his behalf the existence that annoyed him. Well, it's pathetic to bring a young immature goddess out here by analogy. ""

You anticipated that I had bad feelings for the goddess, suddenly changing the subject and a double voice sounded.

I just say to myself it's the goddess side, and I mouth the contents of shelter over and over again.

I just feel clean about the attitude and verbal behavior of clearly speaking on the side of the goddess, and I'll just add a little bit to that story.

But as a goddess, it's a disaster to be told in the same line as the four sacrifices that have become the key to summoning her husband's power as prime minister of hell.

Until now, my husband's "power alone" as the prime minister of hell has appeared in this world as "the key to four lives", including Eliphas of man.

The most recent time was when I was inspired to be this "Eliphas Zaheto".

As the sister of a man whose calendar calls him the Four Heroes of Peace, he was born and still only thinks of himself, sacrificed to help the lives of the people who live in that place.

At that time, my husband as a picture book accidentally came to my side for some cause, and with very great force, with four lives at stake, Eliphas the Witch's wish as a person was easily fulfilled.

Yeah, but for the first time then, someone showed up against my life disappearing.

When I remembered that time, I spread the voice to my chest so that it could be caught, as if it could be pulled out of the mud.

- If you admitted to me as your lover, the last thing you're gonna hold on to is me, Floyline.

- You know, my breasts are more empty than old picture books!.

Even after the fate, I was really, really happy, Julian.

When Eliphas remembered the matter, the boy's godly hairy head standing beside the squatting goddess moved unexpectedly toward the muddy serpent.

"" Oh, you did it, Mr. Rock ""

The moment the double voice sounds pleasant, the deacon who became the boy crushes the head of the muddy serpent, by the magic of the wind all over him.

And just like that, when a mud mask sticks to the face of the goddess falls.

Beneath it appeared the face of a tearful goddess.

- I'm the first to confess, but I'm the last to propose.

- Me and my family, please, Eliphas.

Then there was a gunshot, a sticky mud fell down her throat, and the goddess calls the name of her loved one.

"- Julian."

"" Temple of Lady, you choose the name "there." "

"Louis" reached for his nostalgia.