Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Well, if it blows up, take it.

Maybe since you've been here, Louis, you won't be conscious until this matter is cleared up.

That's my promise to you, Louis. "

"I don't know what the promise is, but sometimes I finally get my thoughts together and I'm going to explain it to Ars -"

Because of my best friend, who can't use telepathy, I don't think it's stingy to explain it in words, but I don't feel comfortable with it.

If you think about it that way and try to complain back at all, to the strong hot air, the red and black coat will make a loud noise and flicker, give him a smoke and Stu will narrow his eyes and his mouth will close.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

I'm going to start cleaning up again. "

Stu's words stopped, and in the meantime the telepathy that had been unilaterally conveyed and that there was no magical qualities to convey Stu but the "just right" sentiment of Netsuerk was unilaterally cut.

Stu, Grandor's, Angel's wings.

Even in the hot wind, where the supporting St accidentally narrowed his eyes, Ars opened his empty eyes wide, staring at Louis as he jumped high and about to beat him.

Six wings of a brown angel flap wide at the same time as he rolls his fist out at the tip of the boy's arm wrapped in an exotic outfit and tries to stretch it.

That was the identity of an awesome hot air.

Hot air holds the boy's body in the air trying to punch him.

In the natural winds, both Ars and Shut breathed into the sight that they would not have seen if they had not been caught in a tornado within their lives.

The supporting boys, naturally, "Louis gets busted by Grandor and blows up" with this hot air momentum.

But the anticipation was betrayed, and Louis spun backwards like a light worker, stopping the movement, even though the two Ars and Stu were unintentionally exposed to hot winds that sheltered their bodies.

Then land with your knees and palms on the high ground where the area is stained with cedar as it is.

"What, aren't you going to" blow up "over here?!

"And Louis, it doesn't look like you've given up yet."

From where he landed, the boy was slowly getting up.

Then, just a little bit, nobody moves.

"What, after all, Louis, aren't you blown away?

Then that Louis moves when Stu thinks about telling Ars "why Louis angry".

Release the knees and palms you were landing on from the earth and stand up slowly.

Due to the particularly intense influence of the lava chain, the area where Louis and Grandor and the others are located has also been sumptuous in the sea, and the situation cannot be clearly seen.

"Something, Mr. Louis, sounds like you're talking to someone.

Mr. Netuark and, you know, telepathically. "

To Ars's view, Stu immediately shook his head left and right.

"No, I don't think so.

I have some business to do, so angry that restraint is no longer working, Louis, although I don't know if liberating you is the right thing to do...

I've been thinking about deliberately "let go," like I'm going to fly over here on purpose to Master Grandor. "

Stu was in his head, spinning the previous flow fully, getting it in order and making it into words for now.

"Is that what Mr. Netsuerk thinks?

However, the expression "off" does not lead to the feeling that Ars himself, who spoke of it, "failed" the prospect of the colored man.

"For now, I'm not sure if I should explain to Ars, Louis, or just wait for you to blow up."

When Stu dumbfoundly honestly revealed his feelings to his best friend, Louis' head was in a cedar gradient, and he could see a way to nod and move a few times.

With that trick, I can also see that there is still a frog on the head of the habitual hair that will become the demon of the wise.

So, Louis, what the hell happened to Grandor who was supposed to "blow you away"?

As always, these two heroes, who became the look of each other's "angels," were not moving in the sizzling landscape.

As far as Stu could tell, Grandor had changed his appearance, possibly with exotic sorcery, after finishing a fierce fight with Arsene and each other, and then sealed his opponent's movements with a magical tool in the form of a rope, wrapped in a flame in the shape of his mouth.

And from the flames in the shape of his mouth, which gradually began to disappear, he unleashed chains of lava, instantly ostracizing the dark serpent from this world.

"Master Grandor, who is looking like an angel, feels like he's still looking out for Master Arsen.

And if you're Alsen, you're unconscious. "

Then, gradually, Grandor moves more and slowly begins to lay down Arsene, who was wrapped in scarlet clothes, which he held to support.

"Oh, Louis, to Master Grandor?!

Even though it's not an archery, or a "spectacle" called Kagura Dance earlier, the boy rushes out and waves his fist up again in an attempt to hit Grandor.

Away, even at quite a distance, I know Louis' tremendous moves well.

It was also when Grandor finished carefully lying in a safe place and was about to rise, even though he still became an angel figure and stained Arsen, who was unconscious, with a sizzling colour.

"I have no consciousness of my own, but I wanted to report to Lily the bragging that killed the mud serpent, but I am so angry that they interrupted it"

I know that Louis is unconscious, that the sage is leaving and reason, and that he can't contain the anger the boy has.

"But hey, isn't your anger overstated?!

Stu leaks those words, also recalling what Netsurk had prepared as "reasoning".

Six large wings of the big brown man's angel were winged again as Ars' worries and Stu were leaking a shocking and surprising word, letting his body float and avoiding Louis' fist.

Again, of course, the hot wind swept into the high ground, and the supporting boys narrowed their eyes, but Louis and Grandor did not go through with it at all.

The boy, avoided by his fist, was raising a smoke, becoming an angel figure and lying unconscious, landing on the side of Alsen.

"Dear Alsen!

Because Ars was unexpectedly worried, he was pushing himself out while supporting Stu.

Still, Ars thinks if Louis acted like he was going to hurt him, even though he doesn't know what was causing Louis' anger, he'd put the sht down and run out.

But it ends in concern.

Without even being seen by Arsen, who lay in the figure of a beautiful angel, Louis was changing the direction of the front, at the same time as landing, in the direction of the big brown man, who had distanced himself using large wings.

At that time, natural winds pass through the heights, not those caused by the Grandor's wings.

I bounced out my brother with my own hands.

A voice that only seems to belong to Grandor, who feels "good voice" in Ars' ear on that wind, arrives in fragments.

Louis, your brother? Ah -!)

"How much did you want to report to Lily the bragging about killing the mud serpent?"

Stutt was overwhelmed, and before explaining to Ars, he had put his reasoning into his mouth.

Ars, who is diligent and quite aware of the thoughts Louis is sending to Lily, is surprised by the content of his best friend's words, which he leaked in disgust.

"Maybe, Louis, you're angry because you took the form of a story that you were active in, that Master Grandor would take away?

Finally, within Stu's unexplained time, the new soldier had arrived at a cause of anger that also appeared to be Louis' rampage.

And as Ars confirms, at the moment when he only glances at the supporting sht for a moment, Louis, quite a distance with the floating force of the blades, packs it in a few degree leaps.

Again, I hit him with that momentum, but the big brown man uses a blade that even winds up the hot air to avoid it and open the distance.

Louis, who landed again avoided his attack, avoided it, calling it "Osama" on a daily basis, turning his face to those who were nostalgic.

Watching McGaffin and Clover "Parent-Child Fighting," he heard Ars "views" and nodded as Stu hesitated about it.

"Mr. Netsuark says, Louis, you're unloading or lending God's power in some eastern country, right?

Stu crumbles and starts explaining "Louis' wrath," but in Netuark's description, Stu doesn't have enough vocabulary to explain.

"Oh, right, for this dredging ritual, there's a god named Shawna, who's unloading the power of the boy's god -"

When Ars opened his mouth to aid it, Louis, who was unloading the power of the Shaw-named Ancient God, launched several attacks on Grandor, even though the distance was open.

"Hmm? Now Master Grandor will not avoid an attack. Look at that."

"Sounds like it, so I guess we'll stop the attack"

Before using the six blades to open the distance, the two of them, who had eaten the hot air of its incitement as decided, once stopped discussing the reality of Louis' reason for his anger and watched it go.

Grandor avoided the fist stretched by Louis to approach and punch him, tilting his successful body only slightly.

"Oh, Louis, you're changing your mind."

At the same time that Ars said so, the light-hearted Louis grabbed his ankle with his lightly golden bracelet shining left hand if he tried to twist himself with momentum, lift his legs, and eat his heel to the Grandor jaw.

"Hmm, this is the guy who twists the baby's hand"

Louis had been pulled up so that Stu leaked his exclamation and, at the same time, went straight upside down fishing.

It's a little boy's. It's a big fisherman.

I look at Louis, who has fewer words to pinch than before and whose gun Julian Zaheto is in upside down fishing with his ankle grabbed by Grandor, and analogy.

Are you okay?

"Oh, Lord Sage, the demon is coming from your head, Louis."

Shortly after Stu floated his worrying words, Ars noticed a demon with a truly small shadow but a hanging figure grasping at Louis' habitual hair in a "one-fished upside down" state.

"You're the sage lord's user demon, aren't you going to be okay?

I'm sorry, but if it's a demon used by that infidel, unfaithful smiling sage, I don't feel like I'm okay with it, even if it's in my eyes.

Besides, if you're a normal frog, there's no way you can hang around your hair with a fin in your hand.

So again, more of an oligarchy state, the first generation of mercenary "gun brothers" cared, but they are also distracted by Ars' worried look.

Ars was Ars and he kept his mouth open after making sure that Stu was listening to his opinion.

"Yeah, I think I'd be fine if I were just that" sage lord user demon "too.

However, Louis has become a great source of power for you, and the power of God is transformed by the demons of the wise men. This is also the God of the eastern kingdom.

So I heard when I explained the ritual that there was a god who looked like a god with power. "

Always a polite new soldier when it comes to things, he gave a quick explanation that also felt slightly abusive.

But even if he doesn't like studying, he immediately understands how to grasp the situation.

"What is it? If that hanging demon leaves you, Louis, do you mean it's bad?"

With a turning head, from what Ars told me, Stu had to talk about Louis' current situation, explain what he had to do, worry about his oligarchy gun, etc., but that came best.

Even ourselves at a distance away now, the wind blows from where Grandor finds us hot.

"Maybe even Louis on the side of the lava chain that Master Grandor uses, because I think you're fine because of God in that eastern country"

"That said, it doesn't seem like we can talk like this."

Hearing the explanation, Ars nodded as he looked forward worried if Stu had divulged his thoughts.

I'm worried about Schutt's vision. Julian's influence also puts the gun in, but I can't even shoot Grandor.

"Yeah, but if the god who looked like that frog says it's a good story if you don't get it off your head, Louis,"

Mouth it that far, an idea comes to mind and stares at the gun even more.

(Shoot that gold bracelet on the left and let Grandor go with the impact?)

It is also just a matter of time before Grandor takes his hand off Louis' ankle, which he is grasping, and frees him from the state of upside down fishing.

(In the meantime, let's talk to Ars)

"- Hey."

Don't shoot me in the gold bracelet.

If the person wearing the big bracelet gets hurt at all, the ring fitted in the beautiful white finger and the person will cry too. "

"Kizzy words," Stu frowns, getting stopped before he says what he thinks.

"Rings and people crying? Is that the guy Mr. Locke took to Master Eliphas?

"Ah?!

As follows Julian's exchange, Stu sees Grandor and Louis, who Ars surprises and presumably is the cause of it.

Just because the boy was in reverse fishing, his ankle was released from Grandor's left hand, which was both brilliant and thick with gold bracelets shining.

But his released hand moved quickly, and he grabbed Louis up from the back collar of his outfit so that he could pick up the cat's child.

Though there is a distance and I can't confirm it firmly, it seems that the hanging demon, who had probably been grabbed by his habitual hair in upside down fishing, has returned safely to his original location and is fine.

"I wonder if you'll be all right now, Louis, with the sage demon."

"Oh, you could have landed. But is something wrong, Mr. Louis?

After Ars sounded relieved, Grandor picked me on the collar like a kitten, as Stu says, and I see him hanging around, jittery.

But if you overlapped Netsuerk's reasoning with Ars's earlier words, then apparently Louis' body, which is now in motion, is not working his usual Louis consciousness.

(But I'm really glad you didn't pick the first piece of reasoning that Netsuerk worked out)

Netsuruk had two serious new soldier explanations thrown round him, "Using the good ones that you have for Ars."

1. My favorite righteous father flirts too much with his beautiful best friend and is jealous of "Yakimochi" as his son.

2, I have no consciousness of my own, but I wanted to report to Lily the bragging about taking out the mud serpent, but I am very angry that they interrupted it.

(Although I didn't originally intend to use it, the "1" rationale no longer applies to that step-child, even if it is based on the contradiction that Ars has in him.

Whatever it is, I can't believe my stepfather is just too close to that best friend, and he's jealous of me, if he's a real family, maybe he has one, but it can't be you and Master Grandor, Louis)

I'm not sure how Stu is, but I can't imagine being jealous of the friendship between Grandor and Arsene, even if Netsurk had puppeted the boy's body until earlier, with Louis being held back by his will, for the sake of the ritual.

Although it does, Ars makes a very easy solution for the side entrusted with explaining that Louis is terribly angry and observes the situation in the course of the situation.

And Stu was also trying to pick and explain, "I don't have Louis' consciousness, but I wanted to report Lily's bragging about killing the mud serpent" because "Louis himself may not be convinced, but Ars is convinced" content.

But, Louis, if you want to dress up because you like Lily, even if I ask, "hey, yeah."

Memories of the grounds on which it seems so inadvertently circle Schutt's head.

Previously, when Louis was "unconscious" as he is now to Apricot, but rudely pulled out a knife, placed under house arrest at a secret base, and Lily safely followed that journey with Ars as he plugged it into danger.

Louis wraps up the girl's hand with a big rice ball to plug in, "I'm glad you're okay," he mutters.

When I saw that one, there was something about Louis passing on a girl named Lily that I sincerely liked.

That's all that's happened, but I figured it was something Ars knew more clearly, even in shallow sht dating, because it's something he feels from worrying about Lily at that underground secret base.

"Louis, your movements are getting bigger.

It doesn't sound like a voice, but it doesn't feel like we're discussing something with Master Grandor. "

Although for a short time, Ars was still concentrating on the trend in this situation, even while Stu was thinking.

(Me, I'm relieved I don't have to explain it to Ars anymore, so thank you.)

And what Schutt cares about is the deacon who became a master and a boy sprouting the seeds of the flowers of order, not as good as the Grandors, but with open distances.

The place sprouted with seemingly soft buds, as if it were a different place from the battles that have been fought before, and the green field is still spreading a little bit.

The flowers just haven't blossomed a whole circle yet.

(But I'm sure, if the flowers bloom)

Somehow I can see that the rapidly growing buds grow and that Eliphas and Rock will be in this world by the time the buds bloom.

However, there was a definite feeling that two people could not stay in this world for longer than that.

I don't know what I can do if I'm worried.

You know there's no such thing as "the undead" in this world?

Well, I don't know if the word "die" applies to Eliphas and that rock of yours.

To Kiza, Julian speaks.

You disappeared, too.

But there's even a sht that's getting painful to hear that shitty word.

I told you, I'm a jitter myself.

I'm sure this is how you talk to me, too, maybe you're making it impossible.

"So don't deal with them, though you may not be able to care."

When Shut's feelings are conveyed, and his words are returned to him in disdain,

"Oh, Louis, you fell"

In Ars' words, his feelings were drawn back to "reality," and, as I said, he was released from Grandor the collar behind him, which was grabbed like a kitten, with his buttocks on in that place.

But he is gently restarting his posture.

"- I know you're talking about something, but you can't hear me.

Louis, you have a heavy hand gesture, but you don't seem to be making any noise about why.

So, Master Grandor sounds like he has a voice, but he can't hear it very well in the wind. "

Ars narrows his empty eyes and concentrates on "listening" to Grandor's interaction with Louis.

Maybe it's just a little on the wind, like earlier, but if Grandor's voice is a good one, you might hear it.

I had that idea in Ars.

"If you hear me, I might be able to help you with something."

It itched my teeth that there was nothing we could do, and I didn't hide such honesty because I was in front of my best friend.

To the temper of its fierce Ars, Shto is also a little bit, but he regains his feelings.

Ars may not be aware of emotions he doesn't understand yet or feelings of selfishness.

But I can feel it from the side of a friend who supports me with kindness and strength that keeps me from worrying about it.

(Mr. Netuak, perhaps, dared to reward me with something like Ars' "faults" right now?)

In the next moment, when Shut had a slightly more complex feeling, the distracting sight of the boys learning a lot about "martial arts" entered his sight, his face raised and his attention naturally.

"Fast!"

A soldier leaks his voice in admiration as the glow of a gold bracelet that fits Grandor's arm rolling out the "fist bone" curves at its speed.

- Wow, that hurts.

Shut forgets what it feels like to be swirling in his chest until then, and witnesses the big brown man cleverly avoiding the sage's use of demons and feeding Louis' brain to "fist bones".

Much weakened hot air and strong wind for heights make no noise, but if you were getting that fist, you can naturally imagine the impact sounding like a bell in your head.

Louis, who devoured it properly, sinks into the spot.

"Master Boulder Grandor, fist bones as fast as Alsen's abode..."

"Oh, you didn't even lose the master's early shooting..."

"Ars and Stu, what do you care about the" apprentice idiot "guy..."

Julian's shrieking voice on the gun doesn't sound like Ars, but the sht he hears only makes his face a little red.

The two men who witnessed Grandor's fist bones thought Louis couldn't handle the pain enough to get his ass cake on again, but the boy was on one knee.

"Well, Louis, you and Lady Grandor don't feel like we're fighting, but it doesn't look like we're discussing this normally, does it?

"Oh, in the first place, Mr. Netsuark said, Louis, you were supposed to blow up, but something, what are we supposed to do?"

It's just that there's some kind of interaction going on between Grandor and Louis, and I can feel it even though it's a distance.

He stood up so that Louis, who was holding him, could jump up and, with his index finger on his right hand, also see him pointing to the successful angel in front of him.

"That" parent-child fight, "will it prolong?

Though he spoke as if he were frightened, Stu seemed not to need to worry about this "fight", looking at Eliphas and Rock, and Arsen lying down.

The unchanging feeling that didn't spring from seeing the "fight" that Grandor and Arsen were having is probably also a parent-child fight going on with Louis, but it comes up to my chest when I realize that it's also a "master fight".

("Master Eliphas" and I didn't fight that much though)

Precisely, when she was too obsessed with reading her hobby, scorching her meals in a row, and still little ato cried out, "I don't like the soup I gave her," and Stu sighed, so much so that she could just rub it a little.

But we made up soon, and the nostalgia was a little harsh that day, but it healed after eating at the store.

Then Ato became fond of "making up shop" meals, and it became difficult for Eliphas and Stu to forgive each other.

I don't even take such exchanges as eliphas anymore.

"Can we just wait until the situation moves?"

Uncomfortably, after Stu said bitterly, Ars was also staring at Arsen with a slight sense of impatience.

Though slightly forceful of himself, who was close to a stray child, the benefactor, who led me on a normal path, lies on the earth at a height in a state of losing his mind, despite the appearance of an "angel" with six wings stretched out on his back, just like Grandor.

I can see it draining significantly, albeit in the distance.

In the first place, if it's true, you should have been sick and resting in the lordship.

It's not a match, but it's time for Stu and Ars to stare at Grandor and Louis again.

I don't know what it's going to be like, but the big brown guy fisted the left hand that fed his fist bone earlier, and he was putting it out on Louis' nose tip, and if it was served, he was pulling himself back.

"Something tells me you're being scolded by Master Grandor."

Schutt speaks of the situation, recognizing that he is also somewhat obsessed with it.

"Though I seem to have been" persuaded "by Master Grandor somehow in the order of scolding - Ah"

Grandor's fist, which looked like he was poking at Louis' nose tip, was open, became a big palm, apparently avoiding the demon of use, and was put on the head of his habitual hair.

And I see him being stroked as he is.

- Shut up, Shut up, okay?

Watching the sight brings back a gentle voice and a nostalgic feeling to Stu's head.

Though I have forgotten before, I also remember being stroked in the head at that time.

When I first tried to "impose" in front of Eliphas, I was glad to hear from him that way, and I remembered all the words.

Ever since I was a little girl, I grew taller fast and only took it out and did it about the first few degrees, but I did have that time.

No, I was brushed in the head while Master Eliphas said that to me, too.

Although it is like Kasumi, I still remember my parents stroking me.

I don't know, Louis, I think I need to be jealous of you.

He loved me too much, even though I couldn't recognize him as a human being.

That's how I look at Eliphas again.

Now from the hands of the "goddess" who stroked the heads of St and Ato, when the flower buds of order sprout, they spread one after the other to the earth at height.

For a woman, she slipped through the palm of her big, long fingers, and the soft buds glowed brightly and continue to grow.

On the front of it, a butler looked like Fu (Shizu).

(I wonder if Master Eliphas ever had his first love, Mr. Rock, stroke his head when he was a little kid)

When I thought about it that much, I immediately realized who it was, with a slight discomfort.

(Oh, no. I stroked Master Eliphas' head)

I'm holding it now, staring at the gun.

Never seen him before, but as the flowers of order bloom, someone with a red scarf wrapped around his tall neck stroking the head of a young Eliphas floats behind his brain.

And beyond that view, a tall young man in the red and black coat that Stu is now wrapping around is still stroking the boy's butler's head.

"Apparently, the parent-child fight is about to end.

Prepare both Ars and Shut.

Old man's advice, things are going to get a lot better. "

A gentle, cruel voice echoed Schutt's heart.