Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Now, even if that bad guy side is going to be cleaned up at once, it seems like it's going to rub the countless currents that have" branched "together pretty rampantly.

- Um, have you arrived safely on the "side of the human race"? "

In addition to his original powers, he borrows the power of the Spirit of the wind, which is incompatible with one another, and also uses magic, in fact, to ascertain the arrival of the two gods who threw earlier, in a place at a great distance, raising the smoke of sand.

"I threw it all of a sudden, but apparently I didn't get hurt, above all"

"... I'm sorry to interrupt, but by the way, are you really Uriel?"

It was a pain in the ass to explain my current situation to someone like "taste (and) my boss", who has been the figure of the exotic god for a long time.

So before being asked "geeko" sounds, this big brown man will miss me, the godly matter that is descending on the body of a boy who intends to be the righteous son of the Shaw-named Guna God (Suzunako), I will throw it.

"However, this can't be explained well to me, so I can't help it. Forgive me, Mikael."

I really didn't think I was "sorry" for a long time, and in order to express my willingness to apologize for now, I was sending out words of apology from a mouth where I could see sturdy teeth and growing mustaches.

Fortunately, Shawna Kounagami (Sukunako) was more childish than Louis the plain, so Osama, who was going to be his stepfather, could throw easily and without hesitation.

If Takashi has been away for a long time, he won't be able to come out of this country called Selisanceum because he's not sure how it works, but he's playing a quiet role in Louis' mind that he hates angels.

And I think Louis, who was probably left behind, was supposed to run wild because he couldn't control his emotions with his own reason.

That way, as my long-time old friend had spoken, it also seemed like there was no way to do it under the circumstances, only enough to beat me up and make me lose my mind.

If I don't say so, even though I wanted to cooperate with something, I can't let the Shawnee Ancient God do it.

- What, you think Louis is like his son, but you don't use his tools?

Although it was the usual mess, there were times when I felt something like loneliness in Louis' attitude, something cool and discerning.

So trying to be a "father-in-law" makes me feel that the honestly sweet attitude of the Shawna Kuna God may be a little more on the successful chest and extra care, but it may be better to engage with the "righteous son".

However, if you have explained the course of the story, you can immediately convince yourself that the obstinate attitude can also be pulled in, even if you are exotic and still have the wisdom of "God".

The child's mind is simple and complex because "Grandor is likely to be liked by the child" by his best friend of the opposite sex.

It was as if to this event that was happening now, I was listening to the words that the God of the Goddamn Boy would convey as he looked up at himself, remembering his red eyes and hair.

- Right, okay. Though you're not Osama, I can trust you.

In any way, Grandor moves into action if he can't betray the words he believed in.

"Surely" credit "meant doing the past and believing in the other person."

Then I walk back to my best friend's place, where I became the angel of the water I lay earlier, in tune with the way I grew these six wings on my back.

Apparently, the wings themselves benefit from the protection and benefit of the Spirit of the Wind - rather than "gather" them, and I thought it was easier to be "floating" in this body.

"Sure, it's going to be like what's the point in a blade that stays folded"

Along the way, he recovered the weapons of each of Grandor McGaffin and Alsen Padrick, who burned up the filth, in Luotian, the Garuda building of Acharanata's purification.

The fever was already drawn, and Grandor's sword was restored from the state of Acharanata's three swords, and the filth that had also turned to his best friend's weapon could be seen burned.

Each of these weapons was not their own at first, and their beautiful best friend was given his uncle's things as his father's "figure" that there had never been a Grandor, and that he had died (at last).

Since becoming best friends with each other in military school, Arsen, then a beautiful boy in the "story" of his weapon, rounded his green eyes, and Grandor narrowed his earth-colored eyes.

I can't remember my face any more. The similarities were about brown skin. My father.

"You may look like your brother in a big way."

And that's what he said in common with the McGaffin clan.

Then he gave it to Grandor to be his son because he didn't like to fight.

The father admired his "brother" for being his uncle, so much so that he derived his son's name from it.

But for what it's worth, the air that was "forbidden" in the countryside where I lived at the time felt before I was given my weapon.

The reason for this was that the man who was the uncle was a big favorite, and even though he had been asked to succeed the McGaffin clan, the farmer there, he left the country.

Besides, apparently the appearance falls on my uncle and nephew, so I couldn't help but resemble it.

There may have been more reasons, but before I heard the details, the countryside where I lived by natural disaster had disappeared and my family had become scattered.

'If that's how you thought about it, then maybe you have more than just people's stories about what you take over like this, not just weapons'

In the thin edge of his family, this way the beautiful boy was pouring a respectful glance into the connection that would pass on with what would definitely remain in shape.

"Besides, your uncle may be fine, but I think I'll be more famous for having Grandor, the country's hero candidate.

"Grandor McGaffin of the Great Sword." Yeah, sounds good too. "

Alsen in military school, saying so, was smiling down the edge of his brow like he was in trouble, giving me a real smile.

- I wish that happened.

Such a big young man with a brown body makes a silent effort so that the tools he had returned a raw reply, but had until then seen as just a weapon, can be seen that way.

What has been cultivated is rewarded, becomes reality, and his name moves from "A Thousand Grandors McGaffins" to "Grandors McGaffins of the Great Sword" instead.

However, now the two best friends who have both become heroic candidates will be called by the public together, and each of them will be crowned with a weapon they love.

Eventually, "Arsen of the Devil's Sword" caught up to me, though there was a delay there.

Alsen said he was diligent to catch up with older seniors where Grandor would work silently, out of sight and sound, a ditch that would require blood reflexes to fill.

"At first I tried so hard to catch up with my favorite" father, "but when I met someone," Pan "disappeared, I think I got more goals.

It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm losing my boredom and falling asleep in a class that's too much ahead of me in the preview. '

Only dating is the longest, when an old friend who picks up all kinds of information tells me something, I accidentally laugh at Grandor more like he's in trouble this time.

Thus, each of the four people who got their name were different from their thoughts and hopes, but they became heroes of this country.

However, the "hero for four" period becomes a really short object.

Four heroes of the peace have left their invasion of the great power Cerisanseum, where they have become heroes of the war, but the names bearing weapons will not settle inside.

After the youngest hero debunked the existence of a movement fortress from the inside that was supposed to be the "material" on which the name would settle, the necessity of the Selisanceum invasion of nations, and become the general of the enemy.

After that, the act of aggression did not end, but it was once again in a state of armistice, just before that, when the country tried to hold an observation ceremony (kanpei) to officially "unveil" the hero who had once again become four.

Instead of the country, there will be natural disasters that can cross (and) blow the world.

Instead of, by the way, being contested between countries, national exchangers entered into a pact for measures to cross borders and remedy those affected.

And in parallel with salvation, national representatives will be responsible for "investigating the causes".

Even if the general rescue was done by a soldier, the investigation was predicted to involve more life-threatening than rescue operations, if not quite capable of doing so.

If you fight, you still can't do anything with the power of a man, because existence is the opponent.

Because I had a really small anxiety, my long-time best friend, number one, told Grandor and Arsen that she would "propose (propose)" to her best friend of the opposite sex, whom she loved and couldn't wait to meet after falling in love.

"Mine, be my partner"

I knew I had something for her that I didn't like rings.

Grandor still doesn't know who it is.

"No matter how long I've known Grandor, I won't tell you this."

"Nothing, I don't even want to know"

In reply to the inconvenience,

"Listen to me there."

and with a word that doesn't make sense, eat decopin,

"If so, wouldn't you say so?"

and returned it with fist bones.

If you started a grand fight from there, from Alsen, who is also the youngest.

'What would you do if you were injured before you went to investigate!

He was praised and preached until his legs were paralyzed.

In such a stream, my best friend of the opposite sex, who was given a secret gift, accepted the proposal.

If Arsen makes a suggestion to have a small wedding with just his best friend when the four of us start acting before we head to the investigation in earnest, then the best friend who will be the lead

"If it's just the four of us, fine."

And he admitted, albeit illuminating, that it was a real simple ceremonial impersonation, but I decided to do it.

'Then let's at least make a bouquet, I just found a beautiful lily.

Help me, Grandor. '

"Ooh, okay."

My best friend of the opposite sex was sincerely delighted if I made a bouquet and gave it away with a wild white lily flower that is blooming beautifully without losing the natural disaster, although it was a rush but also an early summer season.

The bouquet of white lilies looks beautiful with red hair and eyes and a tasteful Arsene finish.

My best friend of the opposite sex, who always had strong eyes and just a gentle grin, even looked like a really cute woman at that time.

Arsene looks at her like that and moisturizes her for joy with her sweet, beautiful, "No tears in pity" pledged green eyes.

Alsen may have some heartfelt discussions with her best friend of the opposite sex, as Grandor talks with her long-time best friend in a variety of ways.

While I was thinking about it, the red eyes were pointed at the two of them, opening their lips, which were rarely drawn red.

"Grandor, Alsen, thank you so much.

Keep up the good work on Netuk. "

This was the last, conversational conversation I had with my best friend, who became Maple Iberis Saxophone, "Please."

The investigation was conducted in a second-hand split, and the best friends, long-time best friend and hero Netuark Saxfawn, naturally hoped to behave with Maple, who became his companion, of course, and they accepted it.

In a survey of natural disasters, Selisanceum's heroes have a proven track record of retreating from the invasion of countries, and the only country that has reached the quota of "only four members in the country" was entrusted with the most dangerous place.

However, because the contents of the said hazard are not known, it can also be described as hazardous.

But if you actually go, it's full of nature and spirits that are also destabilized by natural disasters.

It was a long way from "security."

In the meantime, the meeting point again is the target place for the final investigation, that it was created in ancient times.

I really hate to take responsibility for trying to make it on the little hill that is supposedly there, and Netuark decides not to take on the role of pulling inside or being the representative.

This was also decided at the instigation of one of the women who became my partner.

"Whatever will continue to happen, Netsurk, it is not your sole responsibility.

I truly trust and trust you.

And it's about being your partner, and so, whatever happens, it's on me and you.

So, you're supposed to be smart and strong, but I've seen you work so hard that it's not weird to be called that.

And no matter how disgusting or unfaithful people are, I've always thought it would be great to accept them with laughter.

So, I was not always afraid of what I didn't know, and I was also envious of how curious and progressing.

So, I believe in such a netu-arc, and I'm going to follow it the same way, so you decide on the future guidance (servant) that is really unknown. "

That's what they said, and at that time it felt like they were asking about so-called (so-called) love, and Grandor was listened to as he went side-by-side with Netuark to the starting point of the place to investigate.

However, although it was a love story, I hoped that happiness would continue with my best friends all the time.

I'm sure if I told this story first to the woman who became my old friend's companion and Alsen, who was keeping his horse side-by-side, he would feel the same way and nod with a troubled smile on his face,

With that in mind, we reach the starting point.

The starting point was the people considered "wise men" in the nations of this world, gathering together the pieces of each study, stretching their boundaries, and stabilizing the place.

However, if we go beyond that, we can feel an atmosphere where life and safety are not guaranteed.

"I'll see you four safely where we're supposed to be."

Still, as if to say to a young child, we all nodded at the words Maple utters, gently soothing our strong eyes and voices.

I may get a few injuries, but I believe I will definitely see him and move on splitting into two hands.

'A wedding celebration is the first time I've ever given it to you.

What kind of thing, is it good, Grandor?

"Isn't it just that bouquet of lilies?.

Then you and I can buy whatever we want better, right?.

I don't like that Maple is too flashy either. "

'... although that's true'

Too realistic, he pointed his little lips, and Arsene slashed off the head of the demon that had struck him.

Immediately after entering the investigation, we encounter plants and animals, apparently demons taken in by spirits confused by natural disasters, but we can also talk while waving the Great Sword and the Devil's Sword.

The two boys go to the destination decided by Netuark and talk about that, both with the demons they defeated and with their investigations.

'This sounds like you should talk to Eliphas.

He also said Maple and I were friends. '

The moment Arsen uttered the name of his common best friend, the earth swayed greatly.

Then, "Something", which is not the ratio of demons we were dealing with until then with the furious momentum, strikes two heroes.

The room for conversation disappears in an instant and you head to your destination while attacking.

On the way, Grandor hurts Arsene in the leg.

As much as we didn't know how much time had passed, we went in the direction of our destination, sheltering each other.

(Will the two of you be okay?)

While we help each other diligently, we proceed, mindful of our best friends who have just entered into a companion's contract.

Eventually, the moment his sight opened in Russia, the white flower petals danced with Grandor and Arsene stepping in.

I see him in a white flower garden that blooms like a glow in the darkness that lies ahead.

Netuark and Maple met each other across the street, and stood.

"Good, eh"

You're lying, aren't you?

Arsene spoke out, and Grandor, to his surprise, moved only her lips.

The colours of the earth and beautiful green eyes witness incomprehensible situations.

Two of my best friends' knives were piercing through Maple's body in a bright white flower garden.

Netuark's favorite two-wielded knife pierces Maple's body, and both of the blade tips are blood-coated.

However, this state of affairs does not look like Grandor at least on the occasion that "Netuark stabbed Maple".

That's what I'm supporting now, the same thing happened to the beautiful boy.

'What the hell happened here...!, more than that, Gran, to Maple!

'Whoa! Let's go!

Exhausted but supportive, they run to the two of us.

During that rush, Netuark and Maple, from just being facing each other, a woman (one) pierced in the chest by a sword, kneels immediately according to the forces of nature, and a white petal strikes.

At first, Netuark, staring stunnedly at his companion, stopped holding his companion from the front the moment the petal danced.

But I don't know what to do "from there."

There is so much medical knowledge that at that time, on the contrary, I resent the fact that Netuark's favorite two-wielded knife pierces the place where Maple's chest has an important organ.

Still to make it easier for his beloved, to see the face he loved, to pray that the blood flowing from his chest would heal at all, Netsuerk held his companion, who was definitely spreading the same color as his hair and eyes from his stabbed chest.

Always a face with a hateful, infidel smile is distorted with tears.

From the lips spinning out the wording, which any opponent tries to intertwine, all voices are leaking without distorted words.

Everyone who's here didn't say, "How is this happening?"

I'm sure no one will know the answer.

I just opened my red eyes and smiled at an old friend who had become my partner, a dear, heterosexual best friend who was about to squeeze his final power and close it thin.

"Netsurk, my, last favor, will you listen to me?

Grandor, the big body, was just watching in the form of a peek from the top into the maple held by Netsuerk, supporting Alsen himself.

Maple's red eyes reflected the crying face of Netuark as he squeezed his final power and opened wide.

The fear of mourning your loved ones, over the red eyes, is also transmitted to Grandor.

"You're my only hero."

So, gradually, the old friend tried to cry out the name of his beloved woman, and called, and at that moment when his voice reached Maple, his beloved best friend held his breath in the arms of his old friend.

"- Why, now, in case you disappear, you're going to feel more than you did then when you lost Maple, Alsen."

It reminds me of that scene, even though Grandor's appearance today is far from then, and even though he's really "about to disappear" unlike Arsene's.

Old friend Netsuark Saxfawn understood that the moment he lost his partner in his arms, his heart was "broken" at the same time that his death had taken his partner.

And for the first time in his life, Grandor's beautiful boy, right beside him, who was flabbergasted by seeing such a broken heart, lifted up his face and voice, bent over, as he was about to fall into pity.

'- Netsurk, you shouldn't, you can't!.

Grandor, please, keep Netuark down!, "Get away" from Maple!

'Hey, what's up, all of a sudden?!

Even in pity, Grandor, the supporter, nodded in his serious glance, violently upset by the thought and wishful voice that "we must avoid the worst".

Though Grandor had never seen it, the beautiful boy looked up close to the one who had mourned his beloved and broken his heart.

- I don't like it! Dear Anglecomb, Dear Anglecomb! How so?! Didn't you promise!.

- Wouldn't you tell Balsam that you'd stay with me until I was your grandfather?

And the "miracle" that has happened to the person's body also turns out after that.

A magician named Citron Label, who took over the place of the head of a magic school whose mother was supposed to take office, and who also had knowledge of medicine, examined Balsam, who became just a teardropping doll after losing Anglecomb.

And he gave me the diagnosis that "Baltham is no longer old enough to mourn Angletham".

If it's "good or bad," I'll tell my son Arsen clearly that it's "bad".

"I'm sure a demon from the good will come attracted to the magic that Baltham Padrick himself possesses by the appearance of that ageless alien.

I'm pretty sure that's going to ruin your precious mother's reputation. "

Before Arsen leaves the mansion to enter the military school, his son is stunned by the results of a health test, although his guardian Yunfo Crocchus cannot do anything about his mother's heart.

"There are not many cases in this world that stop people from getting old.

The symptoms are more or less common in those who have lost loved ones like your mother.

However, Balsam himself may not feel anything in this world where the demon prime minister is gone, even if he becomes an ageless monster.

I don't want him to be sad and hurt to the point of rubbing his mind with a close relative. "

A rare sorcery called tobacco whilst a lady filled the flue with leaves and told her so without clothes on her teeth.

'No, there are those who grieve'

Is that you, the next of kin? Or is it Yunfo, who's been on edge with Anglecomb for a long time.

Oh, I wonder if His Majesty the King will have a flanking queen. "

"Hu" On the spot, he spat the white soft smoke out of his lips with sharp words, not shy away from the boy.

Somewhere, Arsene tells me that a sorcerer, like he's being sold a fight, and then only a younger than his late father, is angry.

And Citron Label found it strange that he didn't see Alsen, who had been called a beautiful boy at the time somewhere.

Over Alsen Padrick, she looks at her mother, Balsam Padrick.

Before the sudden death of his father, when he was still socializing with the public, most of the people he met compared him to his mother, often saying, "You're a really cute son who looks like your mother."

If Arsen himself was still young, and his father and mother were both "adorable" praises directed at his son, he was happy, so he accepted.

But when he mourns his father, the Chancellor, and his family is in the state of a former royal lady who broke his heart, he leaves the newly aristocratic Padrick family as if the tide were retreating.

Nevertheless, he was a former hero, a good friend who equalized the country, and the king was alive, so he was not a "fallen" nobleman, but he had no difficulty with his life.

In the years of his life since he lost his father like that, the brilliant boy learns that the position that Citron Label, who examined his mother, is now undertaking from the country is a job that would have been taken on by his mother, and although it may be quite authoritative, it is not so "good either".

I knew that my mother had planned to do it to help my father Angletham do "fair politics".

Although Arsene is proud, he also hears that some do not feel well enough for his father's overbearing reign.

In that, when my father died and my mother was about to take the form of releasing the work entrusted to me by the state for that hard work, it was the Citron label that took me instead.

One way or another, he said that he wanted to spend his life doing his research without staying in one place, because he had reached the point, and he pulled it up and took it on me.

That only seemed like a lossy role for a man named Citron Label to replace his mother, Alsen.

"I'm pitying you, Master Citron Label."

So I look up to the sorcerer, sincerely thanking him for saving what I want to do and still helping my mother.

Saying just like that, but beyond the boy Alsen, the more I look for the mother of an active and adorable girl on the day of her presence, the more this sorcerer's lady is hurt by Baltham Padrick's broken heart and changed.

In this word of Arsen, a rare magician stops his eyes narrowing with year-to-year wrinkles, his flue and his hand that was shaking the smoke coming out of it.

'I don't know what connection you have with my parents.

Still, as a son, I sincerely thank Baltham Padrick, who is hurt and doesn't even care about the world's reputation, for what he has done so far to avoid being dropped from the public any more. '

To Arsen, who draped his head deeply, the rare magician sighed out small.

"... it looks like the blood of the demon's prime minister is thick."

But if that's what it's all about, then one day Balsam will notice the Angletham Padrick in you, and your body won't have to go back, and your mind might come back. "

I don't mean to console you any more, but I'll tell you what I can take for hope.

Even the few cases of "getting old" so far have not been without researchers who have come to terms with it.

'... won't your body go back to normal?

'Oh, this is the "first thing that matters". If we pay attention at first, we can only manage the modulation of the body, "says the magician we've been facing."

So...

'Netsurk, be sure!

At all, Arsen calls his name out in his voice, not letting the remaining Netuark be the two dances of his mother Baltham Padrick.

'If the approximate man loses his beloved, he shall not be disturbed to immerse himself in his sorrow, and he shall be left at ease.

Let's just say we can't deal with that around "softly" first.

But we have to be careful from there. '

A reflection on preventing the "modulation of the body" that the rare magician Citron Label told me, like the order of things, while loosening the flue smoke again.

(Mami) It is something that can be told because it is possible to combine medical and magical knowledge in a few cases.

As he remembered its contents diligently, Arsen stepped away from the state he was receiving support from Grandor and, in a front-loaded state, laid his hands on the shoulders of Netuark, who held his expired companion tight.

However, older best friends, who also have respect for the first stage already cautioned by rare magicians, are beginning to cuddle the remains of their companions.

If you call "name," the first thing you have to do is make it stop.

Every time you say the name of your beloved, your emotions are daunting and disturbing. "

To the words of such a mage, Arsen bit his lips, and even in the meantime Netsuerk kept calling the names of those who were his companions.

The figure overlapped Balsam, who was crying and calling her husband's name.

- Somehow, at least we need to stop making Maple call his name.

The air around Netuark, which is calling its name, begins to shake, even while it is in a hurry.

"Magic" tends to take the body to a state where some people can no longer grow old.

Alsen Padrick, your mother, Balsam, would be the best analogy of all. "

"If you're important, I love you, I really admire you, and if I can, I want to spend as much time with you as I can until this world is gone."

The more I look and hear, the more I shudder, and the more I hang up, the more I admire straight.

'I'll tell you in advance that what I'm about to say is close to manipulation.

Though there will be narratives (hey) to strictly analogize to people's "contents," people generally think with their heads and think about their actions.

And within a few contemplated actions, bring your feelings into line with your mind and take action.

No matter how smart choices and actions you make, most people can't resist your feelings. "

I'll see how it goes, now my best friend and beautiful boy.

"In the shock and great confusion that has bereaved my beloved being, my heart, with great decisiveness in action, cannot stop looking for a being that has disappeared from this world.

Just head calmly "this man is dead already, he will never change his appearance again as he is," "my heart hurts so much pity because there are no more precious beings," sticks reality to my heart.

But the mind desires to be "always, ever present together".

And so the body stops aging, just as it stops the beloved from growing, as it takes the opinionated mind and head away.

He's been crying as he mourns his beloved and then stares into the chair where Angletham sat at all times in the guest room.

"Netsurk, please! I'm sure I don't want this to happen to you!

I am selflessly obsessed and keep calling my grabbed shoulders violently so that my best friends won't change any more.

"In the first few years, no one around you will notice.

But if I don't get something "old" to hang on to, I'm sure my surroundings will start to wonder.

If you were involved in magicians and exorcisms, although you might have some understanding, the public would still take that look as an alien.

And eventually "bounced" by history, the end of the great man is not a busy thing.

He falls ill, either because his body is burdened with loneliness and dying without catching the year or because he is not old.

But those who die will have no pity or nothing because their hearts and bodies have stopped when their loved ones have died. '

"Grandor, Alsen, thank you so much.

Keep up the good work on Netuk. "

Immediately after the magician's words that no one will have pity, the voices of those who can no longer utter words overlap.

At least, because if Netuark is alone after this, and he gets lonely, then both Alsen and Grandor, who are now cooperating, even if they don't know why, will pity him.

'No, Netuark, don't call me Maple's name - whoops'

In the exhausted Arsene, the hand immediately rests on his shoulder off, and Netuark does not even turn around.

"Alsen!... What is this?!?

A black beard was suddenly floating around his old friend, who shook off his shoulder.

Being shaken off makes Arsene wear a buttcake that makes white petals dance around.

When Grandor touched the scarlet coat to support it again.

The black pigeons appearing around an old friend swell in momentum like an attempt to capture the heroes of Celisanceum, including Netourc, who continues to embrace the wrecked maple.

I can't do anything about it.

Even though it is not hairless that we intend to give up the future ahead of us, we can see that Grandor is approaching us in a situation where he is about to be taken away from us to be crushed, even if he is forced to do so.

"Shit!

Then at least shelter Arsen's body wrapped in clothes, which is also a big body and father's shape, in an attempt to protect even just the beautiful best friend who once irrationally hurt him.

"Gran!"

Even in this situation, a gentle beautiful best friend stared up at herself, still hoping to help the remaining best friends.

"I can't handle it!

At least, Arsen, just this kid.

Once again, don't give up. Circle your thoughts, when words that aren't your own voice come to mind in the Grandor.

Vaaaan!

A loud burst sounded.

The sound is too loud, and I can tell that my ears are temporarily unavailable to the sensing membrane organ.

The situation is probably the same for Arsen and Netsurk who stayed here.

(What?! Besides, "this sound" is a lot like that, but he can't be in this place!)

It sounds familiar, but something is different. But without knowing what had happened, Grandor raised his head while trying to shelter Arsen in a world deprived of sound.

Then, in front of me, if the investigation into the causes of this natural disaster has been completed, the movement of the black pigeon that was trying to take in the young people who were to be recognized as the new heroes of the country has stopped.

Until then, the black one, which was about to spread in an attempt to rise like smoke, had stopped its movement as if it were one of the paintings.

It just doesn't mean the time has stopped, it's easy to tell when you embrace Maple's wreckage in a thin one and see behind the trembling Netuark.

And I guess the sound has been blocked, but still crying, and keeps calling Maple's name.

(But is it okay to keep moving?)

The movement of the horse has not stopped, but there is still certainty, and the old friend who is calling the name of his partner is dealing with him.

Grandor himself, so as to shelter Arsen, if he had a condition in which he was bending his large body, he would touch it, so close.

If you can, your heart complains that you shouldn't touch that black one, and you don't have enough power left to face something with all your might.

Still, I only want to protect my best friend, who I'm trying to hold to my nostalgia right now, at all costs.

(I can't believe it, I just want to get Alsen away from this place, but then -)

Even if you lose your sanity, leaving your "living" old friend behind will surely only be a burden for Arsen to drag regret into his life ahead of him.

(At least, if it weren't for this)

I can beat my old friend up and get away from the maple that's been wrecked.

I'm really sorry, but I think I can manage to turn around with my two best friends by leaving her as a wreck.

"- Right."

"- Let's do it"

Whose voice is that?

Previously, because I had a "similar experience," my ears regained just a little hearing, and the "voice" that I picked up and heard by chance had a voice in Grandor McGaffin that I don't remember.

Now I felt like I heard it from behind the white flower garden where the heroes of Celisanceum were.

At the next moment, now there are two bursting sounds in a row, and once again Grandor's ears are pulled away from the world of sound.

But this time, we can see the identity of the bursting sound by the fact that he was raising his face.

Two "bullets" draw lines that cannot be captured by normal motion vision enter the colored eyes of the earth.

Those two bullets "crack" in, penetrate, and pass through the black wax trying to take in with Netuark from the left and right sides of the body of an old friend holding the carcass.

(You think it's cracked?!)

Once again, I realize that this place is still distorted by some sort of influence by a phenomenon that would normally be impossible.

- Now what?

Some "white glow" captured it in the sight of the earth's colored eyes from the direction in which the bullet seemed to have jumped in the next moment.

I immediately realized it was a magic and sword technique called "Shockwave", which Grandor also used a lot on the battlefield, with a semi-circular arc.

And at the same time I realized, the moment I knew it wasn't like the "move" I was doing, the shockwave depicting the silver arc was "crushing" the cracked black wax and blowing it right.

Raise your arms to the strength of the wind pressure, the aftermath of that shock wave, to shield your eyes.

Until now, however, even "anxiety" had been inflicted on the daunting brown man, the demonic black beard, which had been blown to dust and vanished without knowing what flow and events had overlapped.

At that time, Arsene, who was trying to take refuge in Grandor's pocket, moves.

"Are you all right?

I know I haven't heard it yet, but I speak up.

I just let go of my body because I'm in a situation where I don't have to show up and shelter like this anymore.

(... Anything wrong?)

I don't think Arsen would have photographed the black onions in those beautiful green eyes.

However, more than that, Alsen was sheltered by Grandor, as he was enveloped in this way, and the bursting sound even led him to the memory of his father "risking his life" to help him in a situation where he could no longer hear the sound.

In the meantime, Alsen has asked me how my father died, but in this current state, it is impossible for Grandor to be so considerate.

Yes, in Arsen's own protected arm, I could think.

(We have to be sure, now, I have to be sure)

Maybe I'm at Setouchi to prevent my best friend, who loses his sanity and cries out, from being bounced out of the frame of a person.

Netuk, please.

I was also asked to do so by the companion of Netsuruk.

'... what's up? I can't hear you. "

However, even though the similarity in front of me is about the color of brown skin, if the successful mouth moves, I really remember that time.

Was. Ah, there you are, Alsen.

On that young day, the face of my father, who had passed away with a smile on his son who could not bear the tears.

"... yeah"

I couldn't stand it, I would speak my name out, but it didn't sound like Grandor at all, happy or unhappy.

'Hmm? Did I say something?.

Early on, why don't you get your ears back on track, even though Arsene at the corner is coming up with some ideas'

In a situation where the sound cannot be confirmed, I do not suspect that the lips in the shape of my younger best friend must be uttering words indicating the next course of action.

That's what Arsen found out.

(Grandor still believes me)

Regardless of the blackness that disappeared into it and the awesome bursting noise, our old friend in front of us still continues to call his name with the carcass of his companion, who he feared the sorcerer should not do.

That's when Grandor's sturdy jaw moved again.

"Oh, yeah."

"Arsen, what can I do after this!? After all, should I keep Netsuerk under control!?

To get here, a low, good Grandor's voice sounded on his blonde head, disturbed for a long time, but still shining.

"Telepathy?!

I accidentally put it to words, but this didn't have to be a sound. Grandor also figured out what Arsene had spoken, and smiled, albeit at this time.

It's a way to communicate the will, even if you don't speak up, but I've never said so much about it in my peers before.

Since all four of them had above standard witchcraft qualities, there's nothing they can't do.

But...

"Doesn't it feel like calling each other with their voices and words is making them more connected as best friends?"

And a woman (one) who can no longer speak up now proposed not to use telepathy within her peers, and as a good friend to the idea, all four agreed.

And "now", if she has reversed the meaning she proposed, it is hands-on to keep calling the names of her living companions, hoping that Netsuruk will fall out of the boundaries of men without himself.

We have to prevent that, whatever it is.

"Yes, please.

Grandor, it's going to be tough, but keep Netuark in check. Then I'll put all the magic I can into it and make you lose your mind. "

Communicate your will to your brown-skinned best friend right in the front, even telepathically with your words in your mouth, while fully discharging the condition that your ears are no longer usable, opening your little lips as wide as you can.

My truly beloved father taught me, in a way, that the way I communicate feelings is not just words, voices, sounds, and magic like telepathy, and that Alsen learned by sealing his tears.

And in order not to have any more "regrets," I try my best to do what I can now.

"Then, Alsen. You live with regret.

Once upon a time when I mourned my father, the king, my father's best friend, gave me the harsh words that the young self wanted, as everyone turned to me for gentle words.

At that time, when confronted with what seemed like nothing could be done for the rest of my life if compassion was buried in kindness, I thought someone would become sexually rooted waiting for the word "you're not bad".

I'm sure it's no longer the "Arsen Padrick" I want to be, at least, who decides his limits in me on his own and doesn't let him move from there.

Though young, Arsen himself seemed to do so, so tough from someone - if my father Angletham was alive and called, he wanted tough words, though he might need time to get back on his feet.

And from now on, I promise my father that I will never weep when I'm sad.

Anyone who is my father's best friend, who was traveling earlier, has spent many times more time with me than my best friend's young son, telling Gloriosa in Gloriosa's words what he would have said if his friend had become this situation.

"If you don't, come back to me. From me, I offer death. So now live with your regrets."

Because I can't cry now, I can't die.

"And regret the unworthiness of not making the promises you made to my father while you were alive."

King Gloriosa Sunflower vomited a commandment to herself, who had become a young master.

But the word also became the most "encouragement" Arsen ever wanted.

I've never made a big mistake in front of a father I always loved, so giving him a hard word (chance) is never going to be heard from Angletham again.

As my father's best friend, the king could feel that he had done the best he could to get out.

So, thanks to that word, I lost my father, my mother's heart broke, and I didn't have to let go of what seemed really important, even in a situation where people were leaving me as nobleman.

And then I met a new loved one, and I could do anything to crawl into this place, no matter how hurtful it was to the ground.

I wanted to be strong.

"If I muddle on Arsene's beautiful face, I'll be told by Maple and Grandor that I don't like it ~. Later, the tyrant will shut me up about it, too, Lotz."

With those words in his mouth, he did not hesitate to wave his fist, throwing away "Alsen Padrick," sometimes crawling to the ground and being smoked again and again.

It actually made me have a "sand-biting" experience, and even "taste" was going to be remembered.

But he was the only one who wouldn't hesitate to play the real game against Alsen.

"The only thing I care about is" Maple. "Why? Because if a beautiful boy isn't too bad, but no matter how much effort he makes, he won't hesitate to exclude it and leave it behind."

And now I don't care who said this word to Arsen. But I have to take him home.

Grandor, give me Netuk!

Call telepathically to anticipate the timing of your breath and not to be noticed, which is done to call your partner's name.

"Ooh!"

With a large successful brown body, Grandor straps his wings from behind as he sprinkles white flower garden petals with old friends who continue to call his partner's name in the industry.

"Netuark Saxophone" is to be registered as a national hero and "wise man", both nationally and internationally, if this investigation is completed.

"Whatever the hero is, if he's a wise man, he'll be able to pull in for the good of the country."

So, make the most of your authority to spend the rest of your life looking for Maple and her sister. "

He was telling me about such a "Netsurk dream" as he handled the injuries he caused Arsen.

"Arsen, not now!

Grandor presses hard temporarily, with full force.

Alsen stands in front of a respected man who, at all times, removes his white gloves to adjust his magic, gets away from his lifeless companion and cries like a child.

"Sorry, Netuark, Maple"

Apply both palms to the chest of the bloody wet Netourc for the sake of the companion's holding.

This is also a health guard, the way Maple taught me.

A large amount of magic is poured into the bloody organs, forcing them to faint.

"Sometimes, when you can't be ruthless, it can be directly linked to regret... so don't smile with a real smile because that just happened to be a joke right now!

I remembered those words and poured so much magic into her partner's chest that her body bounced.

The fluffy head of the colour bounces off and the eyes of the same colour open wide, unprotected.

My head jumped, and the tears that had overflowed until then splashed away from Netuak's face.

I was able to capture the tears that scattered with wonder and slowness.

"Does Arsene know?.

Tears are the primary role of eye protection, but it is a unique phenomenon that can be shed as an expression of emotion. '

I didn't remember telling Netuark a secret I couldn't shed my own tears.

But only once, when he applied for a day off from military school to visit his father's grave, he told Alsen that he was also the squad member in charge of his care.

There was always an unfaithful, unfaithful look on his face.

In a strange and unusual but combined situation, it strikes me as a memory tangled in tears.

Why did "Teacher Saxfawn" say that then?

When I thought about it, a splashy tear hits Arsen's cheek with a drop and sticks.

The Shizuku (Shizuku) feels hot, and the tears stuck on his cheek remain intact, his hands on Netsuruk's chest. Cha (but) et al., Arsen stares at those who have lost their sanity, who are also benefactors.

Then, even when the consciousness is interrupted, I also know that the colored eyes are in front of me, and I haven't seen a beautiful boy with a sad face.

I just keep staring at my partner who is behind Alsen, forced to pierce his chest with his own weapon, overflowing with blood, and desperate in a white flower flower garden.

"... Ipple"

Finally, I completely lost my mind about the voices of Netuark that I had never heard, like sticking to Arsene and Grandor's ears and memories.

At the same time, the two companions who suppressed the insane Netuark, at the same time let the petals rise to their knees on the spot.

Grandor still left his old friend winged and strangled, exhaling loudly, then over his fluffy, colorful head, he spoke to Alsen.

'... Alsen, I know you're just tired, but can you move?

'Oh, yes, it's okay, your body can move. If you told me to use magic, I can't.'

'... if you can move your body, that's fine. Hey, can you help me with a certain procedure?

So much so that, in order to gradually strangle the feathers, I pulled out from the side of my old friend a successful and thick arm that had been inserted from his side, and stared at Arsen, and stopped moving.

"Okay, I'll help."

If I stood up with force on my legs, I would notice Grandor stopping the movement with his face staring at me.

"Gran, what's wrong? Huh? '

A thick finger at the tip of a successful arm slips through Arsene's eyes, even if Netsurk's body, who lost his mind between them, falls.

I could see a strong, zalarious thumb wiping an object sticking to my white cheek.

"Oh, well, is this" Netsurk's Tear "?

He stared at his old friend's tears with a wet thumb and transferred the gaze of his earth-colored eyes to the unconscious Netuark.

'... yeah, I can't, like, cry and break that promise'

"Yes, bye."

That's what I said, I leaned down on each other.

Grandor, Arsen, each other's minds and bodies are close to the limit.

If it's true, I want to throw something out and ask someone how it got into this situation.

However, if you ask, the person who seems to respond the most, even though he is shy, is no longer sane about losing his partner.

And I did something really forceful to prevent people from crossing boundaries.

"So, hey," Maple ".

You don't think this Alsen procedure is wrong, do you?

I look up, over my old friend and my beautiful best friend, suddenly "traveled" to stare at my beloved best friend of the opposite sex.

"I can't suppress the Netsurk who lost you without two heroes.

He said, "If you can't be ruthless in an emergency, you'll regret it."

With that said, I took the rope out of the bag I had been using on my hips since before I met my best friends. "We don't even know what stopped you from calling your name to prevent it.

Okay, Alsen. Can you help me?

"Grandor, are you going to" fix "Maple with that?

Sad story for a gentle-minded boy, taught in military school.

Secure the body to make it a little easier to carry the remains of soldiers who perished in the middle of some task.

In addition, there is stiffness after death, so at least not to make him look unusual at that time, so as to make him look sleepy and shape him.

'Oh, I'm going to. First of all, "I've been holding Netuark."

With a heavy but good voice, Grandor had spoken of the procedure to be carried out.

"Why, Netuark?"

I uttered the word halfway, but immediately realized what it meant.

"Even if this guy was crying now, losing his partner and losing his sanity, if he was going to be a hero in this country, he'd be the first" person "to be named as a candidate."

When I became a hero candidate, I was sometimes called "bi-perfect" together, but somewhere in my mind I had the feeling that I was "no match for Netourc".

By the side of Grandor working out with his family's murdered vengeance, Netuark had begun to find someone important and hone himself to protect that person.

Since I've been a hero candidate, I've made a few jokes about my efforts, but if I'm serious and have thought back on fights and such, I haven't.

Netuark, who initially started acting with Grandor as a friend, thought it was a relationship between him and his dear mentor because he had died of his life expectancy.

Though I thought it was a kid's complacency, I was thankful for the opponents who didn't have to hesitate when fighting one-on-one.

He and I grew up in an environment where it was so difficult to find similarities that we felt there was somewhere "the same, missing as a person".

So we accepted to act together.

But when I met Maple, he "changed" in a good way.

That's why I also think it's scary that he had "straight strength" in his hands, and I don't want to see any more of that place where he "collapses" because of his precious existence.

However, Maple, who was his companion, had her breath, was also a crying Netuark figure that he thought he would have been able to see.

"Why, I don't know if I like Netuark, Grandor."

The red-eyed and haired girl with a strong impression groaned anxiously from time to time as she preached, "Listen to me".

He tells me he likes Maple, and I knew he wasn't willing or willing to accept denying his old friend's feelings.

Although there is a feeling that she also likes Netuark, its size and confidence compared to what an old friend would tell her naked, the difference was historical.

So, if you lost your partner, cried out, and saw him call his name, I'm sure it would be the end of the story for Maple to scratch the word "I am something" off his lips.

To nothing, I never cared.

'And if I don't detain you now, when I get my mind back, if I'm insane, I'll be like I was just now again.

On the contrary, even if there were a weasel and Arsene in this state, it wouldn't bring the worst.

First of all, we have to prevent it.

Besides, if I can explain why Maple has become like this, I want to hear it from Netsuruk's own mouth. "

Just by analogy, Grandor McGaffin believes that even if the murder weapon piercing her body is his favorite knife, it definitely wasn't Netsuark Saxfawn who killed Maple Iberis.

Give in to your big body and start restraining yourself definitely and politely, not tightening your old friend's body, but losing your mind and not moving.

"I'll help, Grandor"

Alsen was advancing, not wanting one Grandor to do this work.

"Oh, well, let's start with the wrist.

If I tied it normally, if I was sane when I regained consciousness, I would easily take the rope off, and if I stayed insane, the bad tie could pull a thousand ropes off. '

"... Netuark is clever."

I dare you, without touching the "pull off" part, to follow Grandor's instructions lightly. Only, blocking the freedom of the body begins the restraint that can serve its purpose.

"If you tied your arm in front of you, you might bite and slay the rope," he knotted with his arm around his back, crossing him.

And even on the palms with the characteristic long fingers of Netsuruk, they each pinch a rope between their fingers so that freedom no longer works.

Probably no sin or sin whatsoever, but I couldn't help but dye my chest red with the blood of my partner and see my old friend so tightly tied up so far.

(But if you don't, maybe you'll commit self-harm.)

If you chose to "protect your best friend" in this way, what really comes to mind is the woman who told you that.

"... I'm sorry"

'... if you're going to apologize, it's enough since Netuark went back to sanity and was complained about, Arsen'

He finished restraining Netuark and was placed a big hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, well, should I let the monkey bite?, why don't you say that" name "?

Grandor remembered some of the "treatments" his beautiful junior had spoken of, and asked as he removed the hand he placed on his shoulder.

'... right.

If you want to simmer, you won't want saliva dripping, so moisten the handkerchief gently, round it up, and treat it. '

It seemed to convey that Grandor was also worried that he might bite Netuk's tongue, including "calling Maple's name" to restrain him even to his mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, but let me use Arsen's cloth, because I'm dirty."

"Okay, Gran."

Using the water left in the water bottle, dampen Arsen's fine handkerchief, open Netourk's thin lips, and Grandor pushes it in.

Then from above, take the unused shoelaces of military shoes out of the bag and let them bite you in the mouth and tie them.

Now, as it turns out, "What you can do for the unconscious Netuk" is over.

Then we both get together and look back and look at Maple lying in the flower garden, pierced in the chest by his best friend's weapon.

'I don't want to think about it, but does Netuk "resent" someone for what happened?

Besides, this survey was done more with the will of the rest of the world than with the country. "

If he regained his sanity because he knew a man named Netsuark Saxfawn, he would think of the behavior from then on.

To do the thing of revenge, the opponent is too vast, and his beloved companion doesn't want it.

And I'm not stupid enough to blade myself because my partner has disappeared from this world.

Originally, this investigation was also endorsed by Netsuruk after he picked up Maple's feelings and drew them up to be quite dangerous and aware that he was a Celisanceum hero, so that the young child would not be affected at all.

However, I didn't even think about mourning a man named Maple in this way.

That can be said of all four heroes on this occasion.

Arsen's head still thinks of a man named Netuark trying to live somewhere quietly on his own until his life was over if he was just crying.

It overlapped with the figure of the mother, who was no longer old as she wept in the rooms of the solitary mansion.

"In the meantime, we're going to think about bringing our people back, Alsen."

Now he put his hand on his head so that he could not think of any more juniors, and was stroked so that he could forgive him in a way.

Normally, if I was treated like a younger or younger brother, I would be angry immediately, but now I feel grateful.

Though I would like to remain calm, I think it would be appreciated if the labor pattern stained me.

I realized that I was actually there, and although I wasn't verbal or telepathic,

Don't push it.

I felt that Grandor's feelings had been conveyed.

I just saw how calm I felt for a few moments, keeping my big hands off my soft golden hair.

'Yes, Grandor. … then fix the maple?.

I have a rope, too. '

However, the procedure to be carried out in order to bring home the remains of a person who can be called a best friend and to "mourn" him safely, will nevertheless involve emotional impossibility.

Still, there's no way I can leave her here.

'Oh, that's right.

Before I do that, I'm going to "test" Maple's body while Netsuruk is losing his mind. "

Arsene looks up to the side of the big brown man beside herself after looking back unexpectedly at Grandor's words and seeing the lost Netuark face.

"A test is the body of that maple."

Because my father was a national exchanger, I am obliged to clearly communicate the cause of his death to the people, so I will test the cause of his death.

I was shocked not least when someone told me that he was also acquainted with his guardian, Yunfo, during his mother's senior year as a student, Tuberose Borij, who had been diagnosed with "taking over the Chancellor" since his lifetime.

His father's death was obvious after sheltering the young Alsen, and the reason for his death was obvious to the woman (one) who is now lying in a white flower garden and desperate.

Grandor laughs bitterly, though at a time like this, when a beautiful junior perceived that he was lightly misrepresenting and receiving what he had spoken by pushing him to silence and making his expression rude.

"Oh, whether you have Maple's breath on this or Netsurk's losing his mind, you can't do it without him being unconscious.

It's just not even an autopsy, like the National Medical Service does.

I just want to see how Netuark's weapon got through Maple's chest.

This guy's never gonna hurt Maple. "

Netuark will never hurt Maple.

In doing so, what, who, and how are you going to bring her to her death with the weapons of Netuk?

Now Grandor looks back more at the face of Netsurk, who restrained him.

It's just that whatever it is, it's Netsark's nature, so you could say that you killed Maple because you couldn't protect your partner, right?

You can't deny that.

I couldn't protect the existence I decided to protect.

Usually I applied it to the mud, but even though I don't care about the human denaci and the bad guy side, there was a place where I acted "cleanly" at unexpected times, in a sense, to feel noble.

And maybe someone named Netsuruk will take that attitude about this.

'But keep it here to the test, obviously.

♪ I couldn't do it in Netuark ♪

If I had found even one piece of evidence that

When I get home, I don't know if I'm going back to sanity, but how much of this guy...

"The hero Netuark killed the same hero Maple."

Even so, I'll insist that it can't be circumstantial or physical.

If Netuk hasn't caused this Maple's death, maybe Maple wants to keep his partner from getting muddy first. "

'... Yes, that's right'

After hearing an endorsement reply from Alsen as well, Grandor moves.

"Now, compared to when we met, Maple became a fine lady, too.

It would be nice if I could find out without touching it as much as possible.

At first, do you see it from a weapon?

Give in to the next long-time maple of Netuark, giving consideration and respect as a heterosexual, while Grandor turns back to her lying down.

The remains of an old friend's companion pulled off Netsuruk, and he was lying on the side of his body over a white flower garden.

So if I turned to the back, I could see the state of the knife piercing Maple's body.

Sometimes the knife is wet in her blood, but in the direction in which the part of that blade is pointed, the big brown man carves a large deep wrinkle between his brows.

"This is the blade and tip of the knife facing up."

"That, too, is both swings."

Arsene stands about a step back, hands on her knees, and keeps her out of the way of Grandor's test.

However, the expression was bigger than the bloody wet blade, and now the death of my best friend, and in that direction, I had put a great deal of doubt and pity on my expression.

Just pity, but calmly say what comes to mind from the situation.

'I'm talking about analogy, but to suppose that Netuark stabbed Maple, the direction this blade or incision is facing is "strange," isn't it, Grandor?'

Grandor snorted at Arsene's words with his jaw-handed fingers without looking back.

"Judging by the arrival of the eagles at this location, the circumstances under which Netuark and Maple were found are unlimited.

And this is how the blade and the tip of the cut are stabbed upwards, about the same height as the maple, or lower than that '.

If that's what you said, and you looked back,

"Just fine."

and took off his hand that was on his chin and looked up at the beautiful junior.

"Arsen, take your hands off your knees for a moment and try to stand."

"Yes, I understand."

If he stood upright as Grandor told him, the big brown man would be just about as thick as the width of the knife sword that Netuark loves to use if he aligned his index and middle fingers with his bent posture.

Raise it in the form of a "stab" from your fingertips on the upright Alsen dovetail in a scarlet costume, next door.

Seeing the pattern, Arsen speaks of his thoughts, even though he is a little confused by the sight of Grandor's swirling hair (tweezers), which he has rarely seen before.

'It takes a lot of strength to poke from here and shape your back through, doesn't it?

So if it's in terms of power, Netsurk may be suspected.

In addition, is it ever said that the technique of penetrating two shakes in a row, and precisely in a deadly place, could have been done because the hero Netuark Saxophone? "

Grandor nodded at the junior's words with two fingers on his dovetail.

It's enough for me and my beautiful juniors to think about it, so I think if the Medical Department did a more detailed test for bringing Maple back, I'd know right away.

"That's right."

When I take my fingers off the dovetail and put my arms together successfully, I look at my dimpled scarlet costume and the pretty boy zeroes the question that came to mind.

'Oh, and if you think about it, didn't Maple "resist"?

"Maple's resistance, huh? And in a way, it's going to be detrimental to the rest of you, Netsuark Saxfawn."

The fact that two heroes are "in love" does not mean all over the country, but if you ask someone close to you from the National Army, you can find out immediately.

Being the only woman also attracts a lot of attention.

The weapon used by Maple was a common whip in women, but it also became secretly popular with the Mother of the Nation, the longing of the brave ladies of the whole country, who were the four heroes of peace ahead.

The reality of the weapon of a woman (one) lying pierced through her chest was also truly used by Trenia, given to her by her predecessor, Gloriosa Sunflower.

Depending on the way you look at it, for the current king, it is the fellow heroes and the tradesmen of the ancient ginseng (kosan) who were associated with the "four heroes of peace" who also become the shapes of their mothers, but who know the facts.

The story of a candidate for Queen of Dagger Sunflower, which was temporary in Maple, was also really classified in some of the upper echelons of the poles, though it did happen.

Besides, Netsurk's heist after his passion - and the fear that such a silly story might emerge - came to Grandor's mind for a moment, but he immediately dismissed it.

The story is that Dagger himself, who became king, has absolutely no interest in it.

Plus, most importantly, the Chancellor, Tuberose Borij, sometimes greatly liked the temperament of a girl named Maple, who has grasped the situation without misunderstanding.

So I wouldn't mind Netsuerk's reputation at all, but I wouldn't let him use his authority to spread the word about Maple, which is likely to be taken as "a play after a crazy conversation with his lover."

(Lord Tuberose would also be heartbreaking if he found out about this tragedy.

Even if he didn't kill Maple because he hated Netsuruk, he'd say, "Whatever you do, take responsibility for your weapon's letting Maple Iberis die, and you die."

As much as that, Grandor knows he liked the fact that he was a former teacher.

Tuberose was adorable as were the relatives' boys who welcomed him to the adoptive son of the aristocratic Mind family who had been adopted by his son-in-law, but the Red Girl was treated in the same way as her daughter with you.

The girl with red hair and eyes with strong eyes was the weakest as a hero, but had a particular attraction to those who were supposedly strange and difficult.

(Besides, Lord Tuberose was a former teacher, so Maple talked about the school and asked about it.)

"When the investigation of natural disasters is successfully completed, I would like to ask Master Southern and Master Tuberose to work together to devise a curriculum that any child can enjoy studying. Netuak said," It's a breath of research, "and I'm sure he'd help."

I remember my best friend lying with his chest pierced as one of those stories that I could talk about because he was a Grandor.

(Have you had a dream?)

All of a sudden, watching the flow of the future being taken away had made the successful big brown man feel heavy again.

'- Netsuark and Maple didn't even lay down the pattern in particular, so when they left, I think it was also where they were bound to get noticed.

Maple, I'm sorry to say, is weak in our struggle.

And even if you don't know the details of what kind of "isa" was between you two, I think you have an idea to take it in the way that you didn't resist at all, including being a good friend to that lover.

But the thing I'm wondering if Grandor is worried about is how Maple and Netuark relate to their lovers, right?......? Grandor, what's going on?

Even if you probably have that heavy feeling just like yourself, I feel a little dazzled by the junior trying to protect his companion after it was a journey, looking to the definite future.

'Oh, no, I'm sorry. I thought about what happened when I left. But I've heard the story, so let me hear the rest of your thoughts, Arsen.'

Grandor's face, who tells him so, was thin, creating a form of laughter to reassure Alsen, but he worries a little for his beautiful junior.

(I can't tell you about people either, Grandor, are you okay?)

For now I will continue the story I was hoped for.

"From us, Netuark was more in love with Maple.

So in some way.

"Netuark is killed irresistibly by Maple."

If it happens, you don't think you have a choice, but vice versa, you're not convinced of your long-time friend Grandor McGaffin. '

'Absolutely, you're right, Arsen.

If you think about how you're in love between the two of them, the opposite of what you said earlier, it doesn't seem strange. "

I agree with the idea of a beautiful junior.

"Just as you say, no matter how weakest Maple is among the eagles, it's also weird that he's irresistible to his lover - a Netuk opponent who also became his partner on his way here?.

And Maple says, "If you're not convinced," well, not as good as you used to be, but you don't think about your position and argue with the guns.

He was also the "easiest type of resistance" to the Netsuruk opponent, to put it in reverse. But when the eagles arrived, they did not see such a single scale at all, nor the remnants of the dispute, nor did they see a situation in which Netsuak was insane.

It's only that it's more personally convincing to think that "Maple has suddenly come across a desperate situation and lost his sanity."

"So," Maple got to this place first, "Netuark was actually with me and Grandor, and you were" just arrived "then?"

"Maybe that's the opinion of my best friend and companion who's fairly" a situation where a hero can also be seen to have killed a hero. "Afterwards, it depends on Netsurk's opinion and will '

That being said, he stands up from a bent position, and Grandor looks around.

I thought, "If you mean resistance, where is Maple's weapon?"

'That being said, it's not even where I always wear it'

The two of us raise our eyebrows and blink repeatedly.