Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Gecko, gecko, gecko!"

"Wow, what, why are you so angry with this frog?!

"It's blown up, Louis." He's on the head of his habitual hair, and he's treading on the ground in the dust he can get in.

This is the situation where Stu, with his butt cake, sees the state of affairs in front of him, mainly with Ars, who took Louis.

"Stu, are you doing better than that?!

Ask your best friend who was damaged ribs to say that Ars had taken Louis, mainly blown away, but was no longer able to support himself and that the butler in the boy's appearance.

In addition to the suddenly blowing away "Yanchan Boy," the worried person was paralyzing temporary pain to the rare sight of a frog treading on a community waste with a head of habitual hair.

But if you calm down after hearing Ars confirm, the pain will definitely come back.

"Yes, I am."

Schutt shouldn't have weighed that much of a blown boy, but Ars is still concerned if he touched the injured spot.

"And for now, Louis, Louis, you can wake up...? Wow!

"Gecko!"

Stu was also surprised, but the rabbit sage demon, who has become an exotic god named Takashiku because of necessity in order to unload the power of the Shaw-named Guna god on Louis, is still jumping in a habitual hairy head place.

And one way or the other, "I'm dull with that sort of thing." Ars was also telling me that the user demon frog was angry.

"Don't let a man sound so pathetic, you're not dressed well."

To the voice of Julian Zaheto of the gun, which is only heard by Shut, the grandson apprentice wakes up a long body clustered in a red and black coat, once and for all concerned with the boy's body, which has blown up on his chest.

"Shut up, mostly.

"Parent-child fights are about to end.

Prepare both Ars and Shut.

It's an old man's advice. It's going to make a big difference. "

Or something like that, I suppose you mistimed it grandly, while I said it like a kizza!

In the face of the shock he received, Stu was complaining about his chest painful, even against the gun he didn't let go without letting it burst.

You idiot, you have a "Han" romance to enjoy things that don't go as planned.

Julian had replied to his grand apprentice Stu like it was a lie to be oligarchy until earlier.

I want to, Osama, do something pretty lame.

The head of a habitual hair rises gently from between the two boys with buttocks for accepting me.

Als and Stu sat side by side, looking up at the boy who stood up.

Hmm? What are you so mad at for so long?

He jumps over his head and asks strangely about the existence of an angry earthy amphibian figure, while still paying off the dust on his dirty outfit once again, although it is already quite dirty.

"Gecko!"

The roar of a frog echoes with dissatisfaction.

"Ah? About the name" Osama "?. I don't know. Either way, Osama would be Osama."

Put your arms together and stop being angry with the frog. The boy will forgive you.

"Gekogeko!"

But the act of forgiveness didn't make much sense either, and it showed a rare sight of a toad treading on his habitual hair again.

Oh, okay! Next time I came out, all of a sudden I was throwing it away and I was cheating on my name... What is it? I'll complain about that, too.

... what the hell, brothers, staring at me and Takashi's long face. "

So Louis' voice, which was not out as a sound, stared at each other with empty eyes in the situation that it sounded in his head, and two "brothers" who were rounding their sharp eyes.

"Oh, Ars, uh, I wonder where to start and what to say"

I can't explain it well, but I can hear "their will" in a different way than the telepathy that has been sent scattered to Netuark so far.

And technically, I can tell by instinct that the presence of "Louis" in front of me, who now conveys to me something of his own will, is not Louis Clover, whom Stu knows.

"Yeah, I know what Stu's trying to say."

Ars, next door, nodded and removed his gaze to stare at him.

Blink your empty eyes violently as you look up at the boy who looked like Louis Clover, your sister's friend.

"In the meantime, I'd like to check, but you're not Louis Clover, are you?

Truth be told, I was even the most surprised that in Ars something called "telepathy" had reached my head, but it was completely painless.

Before this ritual began, Ars suffered a severe headache when he set up some discipline and picked up Lily.

It wasn't something that Ars Trad, who was regarded as impatient, couldn't even hold his head to the spot, and he was fainted.

I feel like I heard "someone" complaining sadly in a pain that cracked my head right.

But the voice was blocked by a severe pain running through his head, and even when he eventually regained consciousness, there was not a word left in Ars' mind.

In addition, she is embraced by a female knight with a pale heart, albeit unconscious.

I honestly don't have a good image for something called telepathy, even in such an embarrassing situation during puberty escape, for Ars.

But now I couldn't feel any pain from the words that resonated with my head, sent by the boy who looked like Ars's discerning boy.

(What the hell is the difference?)

I'm sure I'm incompatible with something called telepathy, which is significantly worse.

That's what Ars thought, half-conceived.

Earlier, Netsuerk was careful to transmit via St.

"Oh, I say in my brothers' land, he's a god."

However, "God of the Goddamn Boy" did not care about Ars' thoughts at all and started introducing himself.

The god of the eastern country, who supposedly possesses the nature of a bad boy with Louis' body as his vessel, named "Shaw-named Ancient God", shows his octagonal teeth and laughs.

But you don't move your mouth, you don't make "speak up" moves.

Still, it sounds in my head and reaches my chest, though not in the form of sound, with the voices of "Louis Clover" known to Stu and Ars.

"... should we interpret it as if the consciousness of God, who was helping for the stripping ritual, is coming out using your body, Louis?

In a traceable tone for Ars, he borrowed the body of a Yanchan boy and asked the Shawname Ancient God, who would be out in this world.

Then, as always, the mouth does not move, but Louis' habitual hairy head, which reflects the will of the Shawna Kuna God, is shaken vertically.

"Oops, my brother with golden hair talks fast!. That's what it looks like.

The truth is, that Osama was supposed to bust me and come here unconscious.

That's what got thrown at me. "

With that being said, Shaw-name Kuna God mends his garments with a familiar kind of exotic outfit that was disturbed when he was thrown away.

Ars stares at the work with empty eyes, handy and not at all lost.

Before the ritual began, Louis himself told me that most of the outfits had been worn by Apricot.

'You like this outfit, I look good, don't I?

I showed it to Lily, but I can't seem to learn how to wear this until I practice wearing it alone ~.

Osama doesn't seem to know the details, so I'm trying to get Apricot to teach me how to wear them before I go back to King's Landing. "

He even bothered to name it and exchanged stories with Ars about how he wanted to show Lily, who he was in love with, the ambition Louis himself felt he looked good in.

The appearance of a boy who is dirty in the dust, but has no gap in putting his outfit back on brilliantly on himself, convinces me that the contents are exotic gods, even if the appearance is a mess boy.

"I knew it wasn't you, Louis."

"Hmm? What, didn't you know?

Hey, Grandpa, you tell these brothers something too. "

That being said, the Shawnamed Ancient Na God completes wearing it back completely beautifully and speaks in an unsound fashion to the gun that Stu didn't let go while accepting his blown self.

Then he immediately raised his gaze and turned to look up above the risen sht.

"Oh, what are you talking about?, Mr. Louis... not"

Shh, shh, shh, shh! I wonder if it's that hard, Grandpa. "

Shoulder-flagging Shaw-name Guna God pointed at the look of how "someone" was there.

It definitely captures "someone there," not eyes that are out of focus, like when Netuark was using Louis' body as a puppet.

"Gekoko"

Then once the anger had healed, the user demon, who was playing the role of Takagi for a long time on the head of the Shaw-named Ancient Na God, was pinching a squeal to plug it in.

Oh? What? In this country, then, is the look of a mourning god with a mass of iron in his hand that this brother in a red and black coat treats as invisible after all?

"... oh man, you're here. You've come all this way to see Julian Zaheto, and the exotic god."

In the words of Julian, who sounds and arrives, including quizziness, the Shaw-named Ancient God puts his arms together with a small twist on his neck.

Although we cannot capture it in our own sight, the exotic boy God confronts it as a "visible being" named Julian Zaheto, who lives in a gun.

Once again, the two brothers who were still sitting around understood the matter.

Grandpa, you don't panic about the mourning habit of disappearing.

A long time ago, there were many things that delighted the mourners born in their lives to be gods, even though they were still unstable in the eastern country, which they saw in a time when they could be likened to Miyagi, who were making their country their own destiny.

It is also common for young children to boast of their birth with treble tones that make them uncomfortable according to those who hear them "have to."

However, even though 100 years had already passed, and even if I could become a mourner, many of them immediately returned to nature.

At that time, I was mostly mourning my limitations, and I remember being funny to God, who had the nature of an evil child named the Shaw-named Ancient God, and making fun of him between nation-building.

So even though I was about to disappear, I was heartily impressed with the mourning god who dwells in an exotic weapon, still filled with kindness that cares about other beings.

However, I remember experiencing feelings that inspired me.

"Yeah, it's like the tools of a clergy when you become a mourner."

A god named Xiao Gu Na likened Julian's appearance in what he remembered.

"Hey, priesthood, but if you mean priesthood, I'm still in love with a witch lady, so maybe your analogy isn't wrong."

In the conversation of being described as two "gods" that only sht can hear, the boy wearing a red and black coat is once again so surprised that he forgets the pain.

"You see Julian in the ancient gods, so, after all, he's about to disappear."

I lifted the gun I gripped, stared, and asked, fearful at once.

"Well, it won't be long.

I think maybe the mourner was born sooner than planned by the magicians in Yin and Yang, uh, your brothers' country. "

Even though he was a Yanchan boy, but also in the position of God, Shawna Kuna God so easily acclaimed the Goddess with the Gun.

And deeply thoughtful of "Julian the Gun," the brothers of the two men were carving wrinkles between their eyebrows at the same time on the word "not long."

In particular, the youth in the position of grand disciples seemed to double in depth and length.

"Well, in your country, you describe people like wise men with the word" yin yang master. "

You're right.

Originally, I'm not good at moving my body around my head, but magic is a trick.

At one point, a wise man who loves pranks so much put a "curse" on him, he was a man, a "traveler."

So I was quite a smart, successful, and strong traveler, and when I came to this place for a reason, I was cursed and enchanted by that prankster sage. "

of Julian the Gun, which is told from his appearance that he is about to disappear but can be confirmed by Stu's heart and exotic God.

The story was as if to tell the story of Migawa to the "children" present here.

What? Grandpa, tell me the old story. No, it's short and it looks good. I'm interested. Talk to me. "

"Thank you, wondrous God, Shaw-named Guna God."

Julian adds a word of thanksgiving to the Word of the Lesser Named Ancient God.

As always, only Julian's voice could be heard in Stu, but a god named Shawname Ancient Na God was following with a defined gaze of focus the behavior of existence that he was sure to see in his sight.

The god of that wondrous boy looks to be fished in the direction of the goddess who keeps sprouting the young of order in a remote place.

Once again, Ars was undisturbed and was still supportive while sitting back to keep the strain from hanging on Stu's body as much as possible.

Being a traveler, I couldn't help but love a woman I loved.

The priest I was telling you about, the Beta Love Witch.

She did so wonderfully when she was in this world that eventually people in this country began to treat her as a goddess.

And someone named me became such a goddess when she got in trouble.

The curse of being able to appear refreshed from nowhere was laid with a weapon, a gun, by a wise man who always used this red and black coat.

I didn't even know what that meant then. "

Julian Zaheto didn't even know what history the goddess had until he woke up as a gunned mourner in this place.

That's probably got Julian, who's a gun, the same with Stu.

Even if you can take that, you can't avoid breaking your heart.

So sharply so that the wound on the gentle heart of the grand disciple may be slightly shallow and healed quickly.

It's a sad ending, but Julian tells me by trying to make her read the picture book of the story "I have something to gain" from it.

"But Grandpa, I'm cursed to be able to help you in trouble.

The goddess sprouting the autumn cherry blossoms, including Grandpa, and maybe the shadow of the amazing magic guy on his side, is almost gone. Can't you help?.

Besides, at least from me, it doesn't look like the Autumn Cherry Blossom Goddess is in trouble to "disappear." 'Cause every time that goddess shows up in this world, it doesn't seem like she's got a lot of eyes, does it?

A god from ancient times, the Lesser Named Ancient God, says pale.

In the moment Julian Zaheto's goddess and beloved presence is born into this world as a person, in secret (Himitsu), but also in the presence of the lesser namesake Guna God.

Eumenis Pathetic Goddess

Elinus Vengeance

With these two as the front and back, Eliphas, the birth goddess.

"The Lord Lucifer, created to quench the anxiety of men, has great doubts about the existence of the Sacrifice."

I don't know what kind of logic it is, but since I was telling the truth, I saw that the exotic god who was under the angel of the stars had spoken the same way.

And why not? God, who became the belly of the star angel, appears under this "high place" where he once ruled.

Osama promised me he'd let me see you, but he said, "I can't do anything about it, I can't help it."

(For a long time, don't tell the Netuk demon)

and was sneaked directly into the ears of the vessels of the Shaw-named Ancient God.

I know it's convenient for people, but I don't even feel like "God" is swinging around more.

"Hey, does a pitiful goddess whose role is to help those who spend all their sad destiny save even if she gets help until she's about to disappear?

"Wouldn't it have been better not to have been born," says Shauna Kuna God.

Though there are gods in Osama, who are my own destiny, who act like goddesses at that Autumn Cherry Blossom.

Like Eliphas in the world where he is inscribed on the calendar as a god, "there is a god with a two-sided nature: the pitiful goddess Eumenis Vengeance, Elinus.

However, they do not have any doubts, moans, or other fine dust about the way they exist, but they ripen their roles.

Even if you are fearful and hated, if a man does an act that touches the wrath of God in the part that he is responsible for as God, he will wave a calamity as punishment.

And he that cometh unto thee, when he hath suffered a calamity, he hath fear of the gods, and hath feelings of resentment, but he shall not drag them forever.

♪ 'Cause it's what heaven did ♪

I separated myself from that feeling, and I was moving on.

Then, I thought about how the gods of calamity might not be unhappy with a man called ourselves, and even if we worshipped him as a sacrificial god or touched the calamity of anger, I figured out how to minimize the damage when it happened.

"But that goddess has been completely ignored by people in this world about her feelings and will, hasn't she?

Besides, being treated like the root of a "catastrophe" while you're alive, if you're unlucky, you won't even be crushed into history. Aren't you tired already?

If you, as a god of such a role, are in the eyes of this world more than once.

♪ I want to disappear and get easier ♪

If the god is "one," think so.

"You've been cursed by the Yin Yang Master to help the goddess..." So it looks like you've already failed to help.

You can see Julian Zaheto as being a mourning god, says Shawna Kuna.

To the words, the two boys sitting up looked up and saw Shut's gripping gun.

"Oh, yeah, I didn't give up helping, but someone like me might not be able to help the goddess when he dies.

It's just that my goddess is such a sweet goddess, and she thinks it would be nice if she stayed by my side even if she couldn't help me.

Wow boy god doesn't have such a person...... I mean, such a god?

If I were told that, Shaw-named Kuna Gods would look back at me uncomfortably.

Actually, while talking to Julian, I was noticing along the way.

In retrospect, I can see a big man with six brown wings growing on one side for the next hand.

Though I know it's another being, I can still remember Osama more vividly when I see him.

"I have a good friend, Osama. Although I just never talked to Osama like that.

But if I were destined to be like a goddess at that Autumn Cherry Blossom place,

If you are a god in such a position that you "always end up miserable".

However, if you end up being miserable, but in the meantime you have "time" to spin with someone you can respect.

Even at the tragic end of the day, until that moment when you disappear, all around you believing in your loved ones, even at the end of the day when you can call them "tragic," you are -.

"Less famous gods of the ancient world."

Showing his sturdy teeth, he laughed nicely at his precious face and the feeling of being able to feel just for himself, pompous on his head.

If true, there was a long-standing user demon, and the feeling of the applause of the gunned mourning god called by his grandfather spread even where he was not supposed to let it through.

So, at least I made it clear that I was the only one who knew what this mourning grandfather looked like.

"Well, it's a long time before I think about it, my dear, because I'm in love with God."

Just for a moment, Julian tells the god of the womb boy what sounds like a kizza, and as he showed the big brown man earlier, the lesser named Guna god turns bright red.

"Wow, I'm a wondrous kid, but I'm a god by the end of my life."

So now you're a fine, "grown-ups," you know, grandfathers and brothers.

I'm not in charge of love or love!

Ars, who can only hear God's "feelings" of the Yanchan Boy, and St, who both know, were looking at each other unintentionally again when he found out that the Shawn Ancient God was magnificently illuminated by the words of the Goddess of Mourning gun.

Well, as a lover of love, the curse was gratifying.

Was it "the work of the year" or the mourning god with the gun? After the complaint of Shawna Guna God was recieved, the flow was also undone.

"It was a curse to be a welcome mourner, but there is actually nothing more expensive than" only "in the world. Instead of doing magic to this Julian Zahetto, the prankster sage gives me a wish."

With that said, I slowly removed my hand from the God's head of the womb boy, which would be too clear in the demons of use in this country.

"What?" "A higher wish."

Shaw-named Ancient God plays arms, raises the head of his habitual hairs and raises his gaze, and exchanges his gaze with the invisible presence of Stu and Ars.

"Well, it's a miracle that's really hard for people to do."

Well, a prank-loving twisted sage can't happen in common sense about miracles.

Although strange events and phenomena are referred to as "miracles," the word "wonderful" is not included anywhere. It stinks like a sermon to this Julian. "

In fact, Pean Vinegar hasn't asked me to or wished for anything.

Because he had no dust or thought that his "shadow" would betray him until he traveled from this world.

However, it was possible to contemplate that someone like my shadow, who really cared about me, might be entangled on a dark edge that I could not help myself with.

"Please, don't let what we encounter lead to some misfortune."

If an important being is about to disappear from this world instead of "traveling".

Julian, who knows another sage, thinks that he's going to cheat nobody's troubles and hassles for now.

- Pattin.

"Oh, Lord Sage?

The sound of a sage looking like a rabbit, known to the new soldier there, playing his hard nails when using magic, rings, calling his name by accident, and opens his empty eyes wide.

"Please, save the" sad hearts "of this child and the people who really matter to me, and let them go."

"Huh?"

Was it "planted" after all? This is the wish of a once miraculous sage. "

"Yeah?!

Something I've heard somewhere calm and two voices that echo Kiza even the first time I listen to them, continue to pass on to Ars.

That's the same word that Shawna Guna God tells us, never hurts Ars Trad, and there was something that immediately occurred to the calm voice.

It was a "message" used in daydreams I had in the carriage where I fell asleep to be drawn in to visit Robrow.

At that time, the name, which was blank and could be remembered, echoed in Ars' head.

"... hey, Ars, did you hear what I just said?

"Yeah, I heard you. So maybe there's a" man "with a gun."

In a trembling voice from next door, Stu asked, and Ars nodded and answered, lifting the gun by accident.

"Does Ars hear you now?!"

I stared at the gun with empty eyes and nodded.

Then I noticed "where the voice came from" with a soothing sound.

I'm right on the "gun" side, the coat where my best friend is wrapped up.

If you see your best friend next door again, you can tell it's old, but it's the red and black coat that is very carefully cared for.

In order to support it, there are countless traces of fine repairs on the sleeves that Stu is putting his arms through that he can't see without looking up close.

It's all beautifully repaired, and the "hurt" that I see now is probably something new that Stu has been able to make since he wore it.

(I'm sure the people who did this repair were really important about the people who wore this coat)

I think "people" because all the repairs that are fixing the blemishes are polite, but there may not be a small habit.

It was a difference to be aware of because he was a boy who loved to "build things".

Before breaking up at the ceremony, Ars doesn't know the details of why Stu, who was wearing butler clothes, is wearing this now.

"Hey, Stu. So you heard the voice now, other than the bereavement, from the coat Schutt is wearing right now."

Shut nodded silently at Ars' questioning voice this time.

I stared at that old, politely red and black coat with empty eyes, and then again my best friend almost let go so many times before, staring at the gun.

And the hard-working new soldier remembers the "gun so-called" in the military school's weapons textbook, which he wrote in an unfortunate way.

There were guns created and ages marked, and if that applied to a person's age, it was the age of the "grandfather", just as the lesser name, Guna God, spoke many times.

Though I don't know why not even Ars himself, I was associating myself with the idea that the old but carefully repaired coat Schutt was wearing now might also be about that "age".

(Yeah, but maybe the coat Schutt is wearing is older)

The wishes and prayers that have been conveyed earlier have a calm that makes me feel it, and among them, there are thoughts that I feel deeply and strongly.

And if it was told, it had the sound and "power" of wanting to take it because it was good in some way.

You said you wanted Mr. Locke to help you.

Mouth the name that resounded most among those passed on to Ars.

"Yeah, but there was this kid, but that's about Master Apricot.

But I don't think you need to worry about it anymore. "

"Yeah, but that's me, too, Stu."

The two boys intuitively perceive that the voice "this child" is a woman who is supposed to keep this territory in custody of this country.

In a series of stripping rituals, I have been in contact with Apricot as Ars.

You can flirt with Dinfare, take off your mask, surprise the new soldier with a face without a keloid, or put together a brilliant collaboration with Grandor to fly the Shaw-named Ancient God.

Even if she had a heart that felt sad, it felt like she was no longer saved.

That's the same with Stu, who didn't participate in the ritual, but felt like he had nothing to worry about Apricot's "face" that he saw when he looked in the magic mirror with a man named this king.

"Oh, my God, you don't sound like your mourning grandfather.

This country. So you treat these things like "miracles"?.

Besides, it looks like my brother with golden hair can hear the mourning god with his iron hunk. "

He was finally speaking to Ars without reading the air, seemingly not at all surprised by the voice suddenly heard by Shauna Kuna God.

"Oh, yeah, it looks like it, Mr. Louis... not Sknavico"

Ars laughs bitterly when he finds out it's about him because of the gaze he's directed at him and the fact that his hair is said to be golden.

What, so hard to say my name?

After a sinister face, Shauna Kuna God turned his gaze and looked up at Shut's gripping gun again.

"So, a miracle, like the Autumn Cherry Blossom Goddess, is he supposed to save that disappearing shadow guy? Grandpa."

"Oh man, how are you setting up such a" wish, "said Pean Vinegar, a savvy devil.

Oh, I guess so.

So, if you can hear me, if it's telling you, why don't we both get up? "

As it continued, Julian was heard from the gun.

"Ah, yes!"

"So is that..."

The feeling of pain that I forgot in a succession of surprises definitely returns to Schutt, who invests in his legs trying to get up on his own.

I was wearing the hips that were up again.

"If it hurts, don't push it, because I'll support you"

Ars moved agile and out of his ass cake state, turning his arm around to help him get up on his knees.

In front of those two, Shaw-named Kuna gods crouch.

Can I help you too? Osama told me that if I didn't do anything more like fighting, I wouldn't have to do it with the body of the vessel. "

"Geko!"

The user demon, who is in a long appearance of Takashi, rang to endorse the suggestion of the Shaw-named Ancient God.

"Then I wonder if you could just help me get up.

That's all I need. "

You don't have to hesitate. Well, no, I understand.

Try to pinch him from both, and the tallest of the three boys in this place get up.

Then I can see what Ars meant when he said to the god Shauna Kuna, "I just want you to help me get up".

At the height of Louis, who became the vessel of the Lesser Named Ancient God, it was very unbalanced when it came to supporting and moving, even if he could help rise.

"Geko."

"Shut up, its inner vessel will grow tall! Maybe!"

The long-standing user demon made a teasing noise, and it seems that the Shawnee Ancient God still said something about his height.

"Well, Stu and Ars, you got a buttcake because the god of the old boy was thrown away."

"That's because Osama was worried about my health and threw me off," It'll be easier this way! "

I'm sure it wouldn't be different from Louis if this had also made a voice for the shiny rhetorical voice of a gun mourner to the way God the Yanbao would say it back.

Above all, I noticed that there were many statements from the Shawnee Ancient God defending "Osama," which also made Ars fool around about Louis and stare at the head of his habit hair unexpectedly.

Then, the rabbit sage demon in his head is in a grumpy state in Russia.

In retrospect, even when he was "thrown away" here, the user demon frog was quite outraged, but the previous exchanges have left him with no idea about it.

Now, my voice is starting to sound like the kids on the floor, so let's talk about it while we're moving.

As if I had picked up Ars' feelings and read them, the Goddess with the Gun - Julian Zaheto's opinion is passed on to the two boys.

Ars talked to the Shawnamed Ancient God and honestly nodded toward the weapon his best friend put in his hand, as long as he could ascertain what the Tahogany Long User Demon was so angry about.

"Move, that"

Only unexpectedly upset was Shto, supported by Ars.

I have been conscious many times since I decided to come to this place that my farewell to Eliphas would come, and even at this height I felt stomached talking to Julian Zaheto.

entrusting Rock with a ring that was a "gift," defeating the mud snake that disturbed him halfway through it, Eliphas was freed from the dark mud snake, and the butler arrived safely at the Goddess.

And when Stu realized that he was thinking about dropping it off from this place when he disappeared from this world, like the story of a slightly pitiful picture book.

If you can, just stay quietly away, quietly wrapped in the bud of order and "travel".

"The other side of the water, Osama said that the heavenly uses will take care of it, so we'll have to go that way."

If we don't hurry, won't that goddess and shadow decay within not blooming while all that budding?

Blocking Shut's thoughts, Shauna Kuna God pinches his opinions and groups him in the back position, caring for the prolonged Takashi with his hands on his head.

The tall body trembled frighteningly at the word of being, which is also a god who "does not blossom" coming through his chest.

Tremors also spread pain, but also nausea at the cold bitterness that spreads from within the chest.

(In the end, I...)

- All I think about is how much easier my feelings get.

Sad, but looking for a convenient end to disappear beautifully.

"... Stu moves, so if your body hurts, wait here?.

I don't think I'll ever use a gun in this place as a weapon again.

So you can leave it with Sknavico, who can see and talk to you as a gun mourner. "

Ars offers his words when he perceives that his upset, gentle best friend while saying something, is blaming himself with a head that turns his mind.

I can't believe this is the third generation of mercenary operations I started.

"Mourning God with!

Perhaps to the words conveyed by the gun mourner, Ars immediately returns to reflect, staring at the gun his best friend is holding.

"If you're looking for a golden brother or a mourning grandfather, you're taller than your brother in a bean coat."

"Gecko, gecko, gecko!"

finger the hand that was turning to the back of his head above the position of the one where Schutt is holding the gun.

Whether you don't dare to read the air, or because of the nature of the evil child, Shaw-named Kuna God, you were interrupting the atmosphere in such a way that it was going to be sinister.

And if the demon shouted, "I don't mind complaining about my brother."

But with that, Ars regained some calm and exhaled in a small way.

"... Julian, call me Ars, Anglecomb's grandson apprentice.

I don't know what to say, when "peaceful time" is long, this is how you perceive and set up your readiness?

Maybe I'm more anachronistic when this happens. "

Since the events that the exotic god Shawna Kouna likened to a "miracle" occurred, the word of Mourning with begins to be passed on to Ars includes bitter laughter.

Ars is bewildered when given the name of a being that hits the "father" of his mentor Arsen Padrick.

Honestly, even if he is called the grand apprentice of Anglekham, Ars himself has only seen the figure in a portrait at the Padrik residence in the king's capital.

It was just clear that he had good brown skin that burned on the day and that his neat face had been taken over by Alsen.

"It's just anachronism, and the Prime Minister may say that I'm more wrong, but even if I were in the enemy's shoes, I still think Eliphas is better.

Honestly, when I shot Stu in the chest with a slingshot, I thought he was an animal, and I also thought he was "proud".

That's my apprentice, Eliphas Zaheto.

You've learned what I couldn't teach you until the end, and you've come this far.

Even if there is an indelible connection, if you want to pierce it and interrupt it, your best friend or lover will shoot through it relentlessly.

Well, that's all there is to it if you kick the opinions of the anachronistic first generation of "gun brothers."

I was told that much and cleared up as if waiting for Ars's objection.

Someone who is invisible, a benefactor's father, a childhood friend and best friend.

And he was also an irreplaceable companion of those who were called the four heroes of the peace that evened this leaning country.

If it was an ordinary Ars, you might even want to have a respectful encounter and ask the person a story about it.

But Julian Zaheto, who is now confronted, also feels he is pointing more words at hurting his best friend than he needs to.

"If that's what you mean, Shut didn't hesitate to use the gun against your benefactor, even if he was being held hostage."

For the first time in his life, Ars becomes sorry to know that Stu was ever being harshly spoken in this way when he showed how depressed he was in this place.

At that time, I thought it was a story I shouldn't go into, and even if he was hurt and depressed, I was just focused on encouraging him.

Ars doesn't know if the stories we hear now reflect the mindset of that era because of the age difference.

But I know somewhere in my mind that if I don't do something tough to myself, I can't fathom myself when I'm just born in a time of peace and I just end up getting help.

Still, now I wanted to do something to make sure Stu didn't get hurt any more.

"Oh, normal would be enough.

But if I wanted to, I could still shoot Eliphas' body as an enemy back then, even on the octagonal earth beneath it. Stu. "

It's just that Julian Zaheto's reward was even tougher, with a brilliant grasp of the edge of the word Ars had spoken and thrown back at his best friend who was supposed to want to protect him.

"If I had shot Eliphas out at that time, the order of what was going to happen might have gone back and forth, but the final event would be the same.

Either way, Eliphas, who couldn't have been born in this world, who connected me to the business that was supposed to end with me, won't be able to worship even today's sunset. "

At that time, Ars' supported body moved.

"What kind of form does it take for a master to disappear?"

My feelings were beaten, and even when the bitter, sour nausea came to my throat, I hated studying but didn't stop my head from turning, mouthing things that I had gathered together thinking about what I had been told.

"Right, no matter how much I give up or try, that's probably all I can do.

But even if it disappears, it will disappear in the most decent way ever. "

I don't get irrational curses, I don't get resented or hated by anyone.

And they don't use their lives to relieve people's anxiety.

"If you're familiar with magic, you may say that you've often had it this far, even if you think about it from the miracles you've given birth to.

Either way, “Eliphas worked hard," I assure you, knowing her birth. "

At that time, the head of Shauna Kuna God moved - and turned to the one with Eliphas.

A nasty god finds out that what he calls a mourning god is stuck in your direction.

If you have seen the two supporters there, Julian Zaheto's wishes will now be conveyed.

"So no matter how much my beloved goddess thinks it would be good if she stayed by my side even if she couldn't help me.

If you're beyond your limits, I'd like to give you a break already.

So, if she disappears to rest and dies, I want to show her the most secure "traveling scenery."

Earlier, I couldn't ask Ars yet, I was repeating Julian's feelings.

"Master, there's certainly something a little mean about it.

When you're in trouble for money, skip your own meal and let us eat it alone.

To my hungry habits, I just said every day that Ato said, "Yum, thanks," and I looked so happy and laughed, and that's all I looked happy about. "

"There's a similarity between you and God, who's always been kind to me.

You don't have to make a special offering, but that's fine when you make sure you say thank you.

I think it's enough to protect your favorite God. "

Shto grinned weakly at the word "God", which was casually spoken by Shawna Kuna God.

"Stu, if the action you took until the time you disappeared has chosen the remaining form of conscious Eliphas until the" end of the day ”, meet it. If I'm in these shapes, Eliphas would like you to drop me off."

Julian Zaheto continued, even if the boy who was his grandson did not look at himself.

"You're acting like you're thinking about Eliphas first."

Having said that, now that Stu had shifted his gaze toward the god of the lesser name, the god who looked like a boy nodded.

"Well, his grandfather only cares about the Autumn Cherry Blossom Goddess because of his habit of disappearing just as much."

God, the nature of a bad boy, had spoken of Julian's "unwanted part" if he could again without reading the air.

"Geko"

"Well, if it was me, I'd be glad. Someone I admire loves sees where it's lit up.

Well, I hate to show it to you. "

Though he speaks of his feelings of selfishness, it sounds a lot clearer.

However, apparently many things have been said by the long-standing user demons, and even the Shaw-named Ancient God has pointed his mouth.

"Geko"

"Uh-oh, Osama and Grandpa are older than me because they look good there!

If you had heard so much about the exchange between the Shaw-named Ancient God and Takashi Kunigami for so long, the weakness had disappeared from the floating smile of Shut.

"Right, well, don't dress up as a kizza in order,“ some of whom I'd like to meet Eliphas, "to be honest, Julian Zaheto. Without us, Grandpa wouldn't even move."

"I'd like to tell you not to treat me like a grandfather, but I actually do, so I can't help it. Shall we go then?"

When I passed it on, I knew my best friend could help me with my legs.

"Let's go, Ars"

"Okay."

As if it were a signal we waited until our resolve was consolidated, a big, strong wind blows through, dancing our red and black coats and the hair of the three boys.

Ars and St narrow their eyes to the wind pressure, but Louis' body as a vessel, the Shaw-named Ancient Na God, looked alright, confirming that the big brown man was winging his feathers.

"Osama seems to have lost his temper.

Well, I'll go to that Autumn Cherry Blossom Goddess and Shadow House first. My golden brother and my coat brother will probably make it, so don't worry about it. "

That being said, the God of the Yanchan Boy gently ran out with Tahoe Ku on his head without even hearing back.

"Gekoko!"

I don't care about Osama, but don't get angry as much as I called your brother.

God in the east country to each other, they went in some sort of oral quarrel.

"God, I wonder how he perceives such things as dying"

Gone lightly, watching the rear of the Shaw-named Ancient God, Stu begins to advance his legs as well as Ars walks out.

"Maybe it's" God "because I see it that way. Maybe you don't have the idea of" fear "of dying.

In the first place, it sounds like you're just helping me for the ritual, not the god of our country. "

"Is it the eastern country? So, in that country, isn't" death "at least a fear to God..."

If you put a blunt pain running on your chest every time you walk, I'm sure Ars cares, so Shut goes ahead without letting it out willingly.

I don't like chest pain, but I still don't like the person who caused this wound.

"Is Ars scared to death?

It's not that fear, even if they explain "traveling" in this country's religion or anything. "

If you can't keep your mouth shut and talk while walking slowly, Ars, who is equally more comfortable with it, rides immediately.

"I thought I was scared to be honest until I heard" that story, "which I told Shut the other day, but I started thinking about it."

The boys, who have been friends since coming to this territory, were speaking instead of introducing themselves to heterosexual preferences and clothing hobbies.

In it, the topic naturally becomes a family story. We can know enough about each other's brothers and sisters while we are in Robrow.

So the story moved on to our own "guardian".

At that time, he was still laying low that the Sage looked like a rabbit, but Ars thought it was funny as a topic and talked about the "dream of death" the Sage told me about.

Of course by then, I had not yet learned more, avoiding the "story of a faceless girl" that seemed to overlap with Apricot, and told the "story of a child who thought he was dead saved", accompanied by the interpretation of the wise man.

"Oh, it's a story I studied when I was younger by a sage in my care."

Shto's face brightens when he remembers the story, albeit slightly.

Just when we first spoke, at the end the sage experienced, the sarcastic boy was honestly delighted.

"... like that story, I don't know what I dreamed about or what reality was."

A sad ending story, St Zahet hates it and can't help it.

I want the goddess to laugh happily in this world.

I wanted the butler's days of caring for his beloved husband to continue with his wife, who admired him like a sister.

It has become two beings that are likely to disappear from this world ahead of the Shaw-named Ancient God who has already reached it.

- I don't know.

In the meantime I also got the gun, Stu and Ars walking slowly, but surely moving on.

"That's out of the question. No.

How did Ars change his mind about death because he was scared? "

In an effort to change my mind diligently, I ask Ars, but I come here and walk, but I get stuck in words.

"Oh, uh, technically, I'm on the way to being different now.

I remember Lily falling apart just after Robrow... "

(Shit)

I remember and notice Ars as he spoke, like the earlier god of Shaw-name Ancient Nah.

- I'm sorry, for Lily, who's really still young, the story about people's lives and deaths was too exciting.

If one part of the reason why I started rethinking "death" came up with that name in the present situation, there is a existence where Shut is sure to get hurt.

- As an adult, I should have chosen the words, thinking about Lily and what she was listening to.

But to talk about changing her mind, I'm pretty sure she was involved.

(But this is too insensitive for anything)

"On the way to change? So it was around the time I got to Robrow, and when I said Lily.

Is there a master involved in the thought?

Then, walking so far as the voices of the atmosphere "I don't care" were returned, Ars blinked his empty eyes violently.

"Don't be so surprised, it would be tough if you thought about what's going on or what's going to happen.

I don't hate or dislike Eliphas Zaheto.

Ning Lo, if you can remember the name of my best friend and my benefactor, it would be a real pleasure. "

The legs that go on with a bitter laugh get a little quicker.

"Oh, is that what it is?

"Yeah, at least that's what I think."

And what Lily was saying about her physical growth was that she remembered that Eliphas was going to be the last time she saw a master-like scene for Stu.

On the second day of his visit to Robrow, Stu rounded his eyes when he said "naked dating" and found Lily in the bath, if he thought he was somewhat rushed with Martha, the number one in the morning.

- Maybe it was also simply related to physical development that Lily was feeling so unstable that she was afraid about "death".

Just as Schutt and Ato grew taller and looked the same as they were happy every time they bought clothes while their nostalgia was painful, Eliphas was sincerely pleased with Lily's growth.

- I've been studying and preparing, but you're worried because there's all these guys around, yeah, but if Grandor's around, I guess it's okay.

I worry, but I've been trying to calm myself down by giving out the names of my best friends who trust me like my "brother" for a long time.

We laughed bitterly and were proud that our master was really kind.

"He looks pretty good, and even though he's nearly thirty ways old, he's working out, so he's not drooling even if he's so big in the chest.

Even if I use it to retire as a mercenary, I'm going to live more cleverly.

He used his time working to take care of us, and Hideer said he was "cobbled."

But after they say that, "I wonder if I looked like Stu and Ato's mother," he talks about putting our guns in order while he sleeps with us who were happily little.

Well, Ato said, "No, Mother, I'm sorry, Eliphas." And I laughed immediately. "

"Mr. Eliphas is really a benefactor to Stu and Ato."

Whenever I tell you about Eliphas, contrary to Als' expectations, I can see that Stu is regaining his brightness, but I feel a little bit at stake in its brightness.

When the goddess' kindness and moderation became the brightness her best friend had cultivated in growing up, and it disappeared away from a man named Shut, I'm sure he felt lost.

"Oh, so I don't know if I should call it death, but if a good master of a man is suffering, even though he's not his own responsibility, as he was just now.

I thought it might not be too bad to disappear if I didn't have to suffer. "

But even though I knew I was lost, I tried so hard to accept it.

"Suffering, oh, when you want to be taken in by a black mud snake like that darkness"

If the roots were Rakuten and a new soldier rated by the military school instructor as "if his throat is too high, he won't pull over for what he lost, for what he remembers but for better or worse," Stu laughed small.

"Before I took on Lily's escort, Mr. Netsuerk and Mr. Apricot were giving me a lot of explanations for someone who couldn't use magic.

So even though Master Eliphas was not responsible for himself, I knew it in such eyes, in the stories that have happened so many times while I was alive "

……

Ars just listens as he walks with him, where he can feel that some questions and truths are beyond his reach.

"But it's true that Hundreds of News can't be seen at first sight.

By mouth, once I heard the story, I accepted that my master would disappear from this world, and I went to that dungeon.

But Mr. Netsuerk suggested that you wear this coat and come here, and this is it.

Many times every time I saw Master Eliphas suffer, I realized I was scared and exposed myself to embarrassing scenes before Ars "

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stand Shto alone to see how he would suffer all over dirty mud, detached and purified from that mud and "travel" from now on, "undone" according to the wise man.

"Then it's not bad to see the unseen side of your friends, although I'm going to be like an imitation of what Sknavico said earlier.

However, I don't like the fact that I'm with Sknavico and show it where I'm illuminated. Besides, if you're going to keep talking about yourself, there's something about Mr. Eliphas, but I guess Lily's conversation with Grandor, who's feeling ill, is the best way to start thinking about it. "

- I don't think you're going to be experiencing anything in your life that you have to apologize for dying.

Though I don't see fit for a word directed at a little girl, the word worked enough to stop the fright.

It can go on and on with the sound of being passed on to the surrounding children.

- It's never a bad thing to just honor "death" with fear.

Though it is only Ars' subjectivity, I am sure that someone named Grandor McGaffin accepts the event of "death" in such a large and successful way that he generally does not think about it.

"Master Grandor has withdrawn his troops from other countries to invade the calm Selisanceum, or has given him a thousand titles, so I'm sure we're witnessing more death in battle than we imagined."

What "death" meets there gives to people reminds me even more of what newcomers have learned, albeit in form, in seating.

Taking the whip of that time and talking about death was Alsen Padrick.

"In the unlikely event of a war ahead, there are several agreements between unshakeable countries.

Especially most important is the recognition form (garlic hippo).

This is the name and nationality of the leather you wear around your neck that you will be handed out if you decide to go to war.

It will be removed from your neck and returned to your national license when you die in battle.

And on the battlefield, if you encounter a body whose recognition slip (carrot) has been removed, you must never tread on that dignity unless you are involved in a battle.

Death, the living, is only allowed to drop off those who accept what everyone fears. "

After stating so in a chilling tone, continue further.

"It's just that rarely, on the battlefield, do you think that accepting" death "means you don't have to kill people anymore or fight them, and some of you may end up dying from it.

At that time, stop as a comrade of war if you are one of them, and capture as a prisoner if you are an enemy.

It's just... "

From there, a teacher of beauty and reputation, who had been out on the battlefield more than a decade ago, told a beautiful but pitiful smile that what he had told the newcomers who would take classes had a small crush on them.

"Who can see at a glance that an injury is life-threatening, who has severe physical defects, and what other illnesses are there on the battlefield?

If you have no prospect of being helpful there, and you're guessing it yourself, you might want to give it a "death".

At that time, you have both the authority and the duty not to hesitate to put an end to it. I can't dig holes myself, I dig holes where I can rest instead of soldiers.

It can also be imposed as a job "

"I think I know what death does to people."

It arises from the difference in the values of things that occur in the course of a man's business, "ending" all hatred with joy.

I can no longer express my feelings in this world, but I don't worry about people as much as I love them crazy.

Crazy with jealousy, I don't even spit ugly, dirty words.

It also disappears from being swept away by the boring reputation of everyday life.

You will let go of all possibilities, but you will also be free from all pain and annoyance.

"I think coming out of the front lines of the war means that those who are soldiers are not less conscious of death, so..."

Ars just keeps awkwardly walking through feelings that haven't been summed up well, just saying he's still "thinking".

"Nobody, it's not just life that's good.

So on the battlefield, I had a wound that didn't seem to help anymore, and if it really seemed spicy, I met people, and if I wanted to, Master Grandor wouldn't hesitate to give me death, so I thought, "Oh, my God."

And the boy who became my best friend read me what I wanted to convey from awkward words with his head around it.

"You mean when you understand that" death "can sometimes be treated like hope, you give it to me?

But isn't that a little too heavy for a young man like us?

"Well, I guess so."

So a big brown man turned to a girl who was 11 years old when she was born into this world, and even though she spoke, she had few words short.

But whoever was a hero of this country had spoken a voice that could sense the weight and meaning that was engulfing the words.

- Because when you die, everything's really over.

"Because" death is something, it really ends "?

Sure, no matter how much of a loved one I want to spend the same time with, if that's what's bothering you, I'm gonna want you to rest, Master. "

When Stu said so, the leaves of the yet unblossomed autumn cherry blossom sprout at the feet of the two enter his sight.

However, the distance was still open to exchanging words.

Almost there.

"Right. By the way, Mr. Ars.

One thing I'd like to ask you, have you ever heard of the hero killer?

Suddenly, to the words Julian would convey, Ars blinked his empty eyes violently as he advanced his legs.