Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

The impression of a knife piercing through her chest was too harsh and overlooked.

The remains of Maple still lie upwards on the right side.

Right-handed and using Tsu's whip as a weapon, she tied it round and round like a leash with silver hardware, on the right side of her hips.

But where there should be whips, only silver hardware - inspired by Suzuran - remains.

'The hardware stays on the hips, so did it come off with some kind of clap?

Maybe by the time he came to this place like us, he was attacked, and then, like Grandor said earlier, he acted separately from Netuark.

If Maple's weapon hadn't come off, if Netuark's weapon hadn't been taken by that obnoxious demon - '

Along the way, the beautiful boy found out that he was speaking of his "hope," but he didn't stop.

The big brown man won't stop talking about it either.

I don't care how the rest of us suddenly lose our beloved companion.

I had no choice.

I'm looking for materials to say the word.

Eventually, the little beautiful shaped lips closed.

Find the neighborhood. 'Cause you might just fall in a white flower garden and hide.'

"Yes, I understand."

Make sure Arsene scratches the white flowers quickly with her hands off the gloves, and start searching for Maple's weapon - a weapon that could be the mother of the nation, Trenia's.

(Yes, Tsubaki's whip is also the shape of Brother Dagger's mother, so we need to look closely)

Although not equal to what I remember, Trenia said it was someone who loved babies and children, even if they were lying on the floor with sickness, and if they saw the baby Arsene and Lotz, they had a heartfelt happy grin.

- It may be an exaggerated analogy, but sometimes I even looked like a goddess who conducts babies, children and cheap births, that she was in an exotic country.

What was clearly remembered about Trenia was what my father told me when he visited her grave as his best friend with his family.

A story I heard, as she turned to a beautiful cut of petals mixed with orange and red of pomegranate that she preferred.

I'm sure your father respected Trenia.

If that's what you thought, I tried to look for it more definitively.

"May the darkness of great regret not strike these lovely children."

"Even so, may it be a regret to be overcome"

'Huh?'

The voice that suddenly rang in my head was a gentle, soft, warm voice.

"Grandor, you heard it too - Grand?!

I was starting to look for Tsu's whip in the form of turning my back on Maple, behind the big brown man - possibly a black one coming out of my best friend's remains.

Although it didn't look good to be sheltered by Grandor earlier, I can tell it's the same thing.

"Gran, stay away from Maple"

The big brown man follows the words Arsen told him to scream, leaves, and now runs toward the immobile Netuark.

Alsen also tries to avoid black jaws and turns to you.

"That's why it's over. How was it?"

That's what Grandor said, while he held Netuark up on his right shoulder, who was losing his mind and restraining him.

'Earlier, how did you get through this, Grandor?.

I also felt like a special force was working, let me know '

I see the legs of Netuark tied to my ankle (candles) floating around holding them perfectly.

Alsen stands forward as he tries to pull out his slender sword to shelter his two best friends, who are also seniors from the black.

The magic power came out earlier, but I can feel it starting to "accumulate" in my body again.

Originally, the "amount" of magic was sometimes awesome, but it was also a glove to adjust.

Therefore, I compressed the magic and used it to the fullest in order to lose Netsuerk's mind, but in less than an hour I was going to be able to use "coarse" magic and magic.

But now, I honestly don't have enough time to use it as usual.

(But even though Grandor is not his own power, he is leaving that black one.

If you can tell me how it happened, I might be able to attack that black one)

"We might figure it out", think so, I won't give up.

'To tell you the truth, something helped me earlier. So I need your help. I don't know, I don't know who I am.'

Arsene tried so hard to face it, and from behind her excitement, her best friend said so clearly with a low, good voice but pitiful emotion.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me about it immediately?!

Looking back unexpectedly, I was surprised by the face of Netuark held by Grandor, at a closer distance than I thought.

"Wow?!

The beautiful boy, who stood in front of the two seniors to further shelter, was stunningly leg-paid from behind and his hand moved away from the fine sword pattern he was about to grip on the shock.

At the next moment I wondered if my body floated, my left arm, which succeeded in my hips, was turned and I instantly tasted the feeling of falling, my body being held by the left side of Grandor.

'Then I don't even know who they are to talk to them, and besides, Netuark is confused at that time, and Arsen says Maple's name should not be called.

The unidentified probably helped me when I was so full of shelter, but the extension would have ruined my ears from each other. '

Use all the lung vitality you can and explain to your juniors at once where you were not able to speak.

Then Arsen wonders if his vision did half a spin, and immediately Grandor runs.

He had two bodies, but still at a general running speed, and was starting to retreat.

'I lost my ear, though I did.

And I can run myself, so put it down!.

Besides, what about Maple?!.

You're gonna leave me there, and if you do that, really, Netuark will. "

Even though it was difficult for Arsen to pronounce himself because he was held from the waist, he repeated it so that he could curl up at once.

But Grandor doesn't respond.

Other than the Netuark in captivity, I think I can have a conversation because my vision is pointing in the direction of progress, but the toe of the leg that is tied shakes and only returns the sound of hitting Grandor's waist belt.

Being held from her waist, Arsen looked up at Grandor in the form of a side.

It's just that the face, it doesn't look like it's kidding, it's seriously only facing "forward".

And as I stare forward, I open my mouth.

The slight hesitation was conveyed to Arsen by gripping the first fist from the wrist of the successful brown left arm, which was held to the side.

"Damn, between Maple and Washi, I don't even want to think about it, but it's what I was deciding to do."

'What you were deciding? Wow!'

Grandor's leg suddenly stopped, "dropping" an old friend he was holding up on his right shoulder on the spot.

Just as he tried to escape through a white flower garden, it was also like an abyss, so the petals of white flowers rose again in abundance.

And the great sword that was laid on the sheath on the back of Grandor's hips was pulled out on his right hand, which was at the tip of his arm, as he was wiping out the white petal.

"What if either Grandor or Maple, in an unexpected place, dies?

When it's urgent and we have to run, we don't care about each other's remains, so we try to get our best friends home safely. '

Discard it and grip it so hard that the leather in the pattern of the Great Sword makes a screaming sound.

(Can you do the "arr" thing?!)

"Shock wave (sonic boom)" depicting a semi-circular arc of "white glow".

He stood at the broken end of the white flower garden as if the black garden were ahead of him.

(Even if I could use it, I wouldn't be able to blow it up like I just did because I didn't build a crack.

But if I could get it out, I might be able to make some "roadblocks".)

It was not magic or spiritual power that I touched and found out then.

From his fingertips, where his body "knows that power," he complains to Grandor so that it circles his whole body with a tingling sensation.

But thanks to that feeling, if it's not Grandor McGaffin's own "memory," it calms him down, even as he sees the black one looming in front of him.

Are you telling me it's "he"?

As soon as I "admit" and "accept" it, I grip it with one hand, and the "voice" begins to sound on my head as if I were crawling from the sword of my right hand.

"Look," Gradol. "

That move, because only a guy with sunflower blood, my, my best friend, could do it. "

Just in the same shape as the climbing and sounding words, the mouth where the octagonal teeth can peek is moving, floating and immediately.

(Really... is it impossible for me?)

And now I know that the existence that once cherished the Great Sword held by Grandor also had similar doubts, that the feelings floated in a double way so that they resonated.

'What? It doesn't have to be the same. At least, is it impossible for a normal person to use similar powers?.

I don't know what else to do. Just give me a minute. I'll ask.

- Your Majesty, I'm sorry to bother you during your training, but could you give my righteous son a whip? "

While I am suddenly surprised that it has become an awesome word, the words immediately follow up on my right hand.

"Gradol, after all, it's not exactly the same, but if you're going to grasp it as an application," Thunder "has the most similar power, including" sound. "

Thank you.

Overlapping nature and words, Yaeko thanked his peeping mouth, and now Grandor was also floating.

'Don't talk about other people's dehumanizing water odors like that.

Besides, you're telling me because you decided to be my righteous son.

So, if you can use it now, you can protect me, me, and this Selisanceum country.

Good, Crossandra probably likes you, too, my, my best friend. '

The information that only gives the impression of pride climbs up from the "inside" of your fingertips and echoes on your head, shaking the membrane of your ears, making you feel like you're listening to your actual voice.

(Well, with the power of thunder, the sound can be impacted as much)

Grandor, put it down! If you're hurting your leg, you can cure yourself now.

It's okay, put it down!

Now the voice of "Grandor's Best Friend", now actually beside him, heard from the left side, causes the membrane of the organ that perceives the sound of the ear to shake.

After glancing at his best friend on the left, he stares at the great sword he grips to the right.

(I also want to protect my country, but now I want to protect my best friends anyway)

I only know the details of the person who was using this sword as well as the fact that he is related.

I've never seen anyone in Grandor's life with an octagonal mouth.

I don't even know the details of the name that the person was proud to mention of his best friend's name.

However, I really appreciate the record of the "White Glow Shockwave (Sonic Boom)" inscribed on the Great Sword.

(Fortunately, the way to thunder as magic is for Netsuerk to scratch the magic net and find it.)

He now fitted the monkey, and from behind the round glasses, which he miraculously wears in this situation, narrowed his curious eyes to a curious shape, and secretly taught me.

"That's it," Though it's forbidden by law to roll out lightning magic even though it's not necessary because it's highly capable of killing. "

"I studied water and ice magic, and I heated it, and I repeatedly cooled it, and something charged me, so I had to release it, and I thought this was bad, and I let it out, and it was lightning magic."

But you don't have to delude me.

Or, in fact, it was quite simple.

But this energy, it's really strong, but so far, it's famous for the nature threat, and it's avoided, and it's useless, so it's a waste. "

"Arsen, when Sman says," Your ears may be broken again, "get ready.

'Huh?'

"And instead of holding a fine sword, keep your ear holes blocked with your fingers."

(Now let me use it to make my way out!)

Usually, shockwaves are not inherently compatible for Grandor to use, folding wind and soil and also applying their repulsive forces.

But if it's water and ice this time, it's still "easy".

Draw a spiral with particles of blue water and white ice spirits intertwined around the blade of the Great Sword at the end of your right hand.

Immediately the speed of intertwining accelerated and the sound of "patchouli" eventually began to explode.

If the explosion continues, Arsen, who is fluent in witchcraft, knows what Grandor intends to do to the boulder.

And I also observe that the magic is more dangerous on the user side than the shockwave that he always uses to keep the wounded and the dead out on the battlefield, weaving the spirits of the wind and the earth.

'No, Grandor! You've never used lightning magic, have you?

It may be to break this situation, but it is too reckless to use objects that have never been used before and are prohibited by law!. If I fail, you... '

I can't go on saying that I can't be safe.

If it has been conveyed that a brown person holding himself is challenging his first attempt by squeezing as much as he can squeeze his concentration, he will be unable to say anything.

However, he laughs invincibly at the man he calls a ho-han for his warm and hidden voice about the feeling that his beautiful junior will "worry" about him while still being held.

"How it works and reason, I'm listening. After that, there's only" real life. "

Expose your crude, overly violent emotions, always lurking, to meet dangerous spirits.

I hardly ever let myself out like that since I met a sweet girl with red hair and feisty eyes and a beautiful boy who stubbornly kept his promise to his father.

'Or, if I have you and you fail, because you might be electrically shocked, shall I still put you down as suggested, Alsen?

But don't be too "tenacious," he also tells himself as he hears the sound of a gradually increasing explosion.

'... no, try what you want to do. I'll go out with you as my best friend. "

If your conversation with your best friend makes you feel moderately relaxed due to the tension, then hang out whenever possible.

"Sman...... thanks"

Even as we spoke that way, the particles of the Ice Spirit and the Water Spirit, which called around the Great Sword, continue to friction violently the spiral wrapped around the body.

I don't know how the first spirits to face each other will want to help people out.

For the moment, I can't feel the "rejection".

Eventually, hundreds of times from the sound of the first explosion were amplified a thousand times.

A swirl of spirals, which was a gathering of water and ice spirits, was joined by lightning glowing both gold and blue - a gathering of particles of electricity.

"This is where the biggest difficulty lies."

It must be a "lightning bolt" that pierces at once, not a discharge that disperses it.

In its form, the particles of the Spirit of Thunder, ever "born" of the friction of the Spirit of water and ice, had to be refined so as to be a single entanglement.

However, since this is also the first time, even though I can think of what to make of it, I will further refine it so that I can reach the limits that Grandor can do.

In case you can't decide on the image of the shape, use this thunder as a lump (a clump), even secured a bump exit, and were helped by an old friend and the boy you have now, that's fine.

"Now, rather than" piercing, "" blow it up. "

While Grandor was making "Thunder", the other side - "Black" - was watching this side, and it felt like nowhere else.

"If you were the ones who killed Maple, I'd like to keep inviting you to turn off this thunderous spirit until you run out of magic and strength."

"Grandor, be careful what you do"

Beautiful boys don't stop people who are always called ho-hans from saying noisy things.

Now if he had spoken a "serene word," the boy who was blessed with his witchcraft talent was convinced that the Spirit of Thunder "makes him feel ill".

The Spirit of Thunder seems to prefer "rough temper," Grandor.

At least telepathically communicate your thoughts so that you can't be perceived by the Spirit of Thunder to help.

Then the successful jaw of the person holding him moved just a little down.

"Oh, it's a strong threat, I know exactly what the prankster Netuark doesn't want to use.

If it's too rough and shows a little "soft", it's going to come this way soon. "

So, although this is true, I turn my urge to make it a tear away to the black.

"But since this is a pure power of desolate suppression, it is difficult to treat the spirits of darkness in a different way."

If we can consolidate some kind of "image", we can definitely inflict a "damage" blow on the black ones who are watching each other's period.

"... Grandor, I don't know if it would be helpful, can you listen?

Yes, I send telepathy, and before I hear back from Grandor, I send an image.

"A little bit, because I've been told that I'm having a lot of trouble handling the thunder spirits.

For your information, I hope so. "

Sturdy smiles at what has been conveyed, albeit modestly.

"In the context of the law banning the use of the Spirit of Thunder for the most part in Cheng Cheng Cheng, is that why there were such circumstances? Well, thank you for hiring me."

Arsene tells the old story, that it was there before he was born, too.

If I thought about the story conveyed to that reference, I felt that I could understand why I bothered to "ban" the public use of thunder spirituality until I made an agreement in various countries.

"Cerisanseum was aiming to rebuild immediately after the peace.

Regardless of the subknocks and henrudas that were about to enter and hostile, the former Pope Barrota used thunderous spirituality to impress opportunistic countries that "Celisanceum is difficult to attack".

As a supplement, he conveyed the story he had heard from his guardian, Yunfo, straight to Grandor.

[A god who loves his people like a family.

A demonic prime minister whose love is only in the way.

A witch who sees through people's hearts.

A saint who is not afraid to paint blood.

First of all, the four "heroes" want to fall asleep without even hesitating to repeat the circle in the eastern country because of the knowledge (every thing) of those who have challenged them, without breaking the peace of Selisanceum.

I'll give you that death sleep]

Taste it, say those words, when Alsen's father Angletham Padrick did his first great job as prime minister.

In order to protect the country in the middle of rebuilding, he also forcefully made a pact of heroes to "four people per country", thinking about the next generation of countries.

For this reason, I see "Four Heroes of Peace" as children, with subknocks and henrudas who seem to defy

Each of the four men behaved in such a way as to have the maximum effect of intimidation, he said.

In that, only Pope Barrota's "thunderous spiritual art" was, as Netsuerk said, "simple" in its reasoning.

And Gloriosa, Trenia and Angletham were also intimidation by personal talent, but only Barrota could not have done so if she had "the gift of being associated with the Spirit".

And the signing of the Covenant took place without delay, after restraint.

In addition to the power of the Four Heroes of Peace, there is also no reason to strongly oppose it, even though it is only a covenant to protect a country under reconstruction.

Foreign, rather heavy town figures invited to sign safely, nevertheless return to their home countries sufficiently early to speak like "souvenir tales" of the covenant's situation.

So, if you've got a story in your ear about the person's spiritual art of becoming pope,

"I wonder if that terrible spiritual art will ever leave even the magicians of my own country."

and voices of military officials with such ideas and those involved in sorcery rose in most countries.

In the name of the study of sorcery, numerous letters of inquiry were received to Barrota, then pope, and the religious who became the head of the country teaches the rationale for a simple spiritual of thunder, without particular concealment.

However, to be careful with the treatment of the Spirit of Thunder, I agreed (did) with every letter of reply.

Results "The great power of the four heroes of peace" is not assumed to be tested, but the wounded continue one after the other without control.

Eventually, the public use of thunderbolt spirituality became decisive in establishing a law prohibiting it across countries because of the tragedy in which a large number of young children were sacrificed as a result of conducting an experiment and being involved in the accident.

"Perhaps it's been a long time since Lord Barrota called, but please!" '

Speak to the Spirit who continues to gather one after the other.

The story of a beautiful junior made it abundantly clear that thunderous spirituality inspired tragedy.

And the Spirits of Thunder were saddened even in the rough hearts of their original nature that their "companions" had killed children who had never scorned them in anything unrelated to nature's reason (proverb).

"" Exactly! Well, then, it depends on the great power of Ohira, how she uses it and how she engages with it, along with the thunderbolts that strike nature. "'

If a person behaves voluntarily, the unspoken presence in nature also rubs itself and causes a natural disaster that cannot be helped by intelligence and power.

As a symbol of its power, the Spirit of Thunder transforms the shape surrounding the Great Sword into the form of a bird once called by the Pope.

"Arsen, block your ears!

'Okay!

Though there is a method called telepathy, as the sound of thunder blows up continuously, they speak out and confirm each other.

Arsene remained held and the beautiful junior obeyed honestly, blocking his own ears with his bare hands for the first time in a long time.

Try to distance yourself from your body as best you can from the Great Sword.

In the past, I followed the advice I had been taught, "What if I ever used thunderbolt spirituality?" and pointed the tip at someone with "dirt" in case.

"If the Spirit of Thunder runs wild, there is a rule that" Thunder falls from heaven. "" Until then, "no matter how powerful you may be when you fall into the earth.

So let's not waste the power of the Spirit who got too close and worked out around the corner, Grandor. '

Even though I didn't ask for it, an old friend who wanted to talk about research to Grandor, who could understand reason, made his colored eyes shine with curiosity and taught me to be slightly pushy.

The person who taught me about it tried to throw it away to use the sword earlier, and he was throwing it down. He was still tied to his body and laying unconscious on the flower garden.

If I saw him in such a state that he could be buried in a white flower in this way, I would have already shed too many tears and swollen eyes, but I didn't do anything that looked like an injury.

And in terms of clothing, like myself and Arsen, there is no way that they fought something and got dirty or damaged.

Even when I touched my face to do monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey monkey, I still notice all sorts of things that I didn't realize.

(When this happened, I guess Netuark was still just like me and the others)

Grandor is convinced that Maple was reunited at that location "after he was fatally wounded with Netsurk's weapon".

Even if from now on Netsuerk says he killed his partner, Grandor pokes at it.

If Netsuark got Maple in his hands for any reason, he was thinking this way until he grabbed certainty in himself, no matter what he had to do after it.

But now when I bring home my best friend who has left anything behind, my stomach gradually sits down.

I still don't know why this happened.

I'm angry that I don't know.

Before I start this investigation into my decision to help my best friend somehow, I can't wait to see myself not being able to do it, because I don't care if it's a conjecture or a predictive dream.

I'm also angry at myself trying to think that those fine foursome weddings have at least become my last memories.

The Spirit of Thunder leans against its rough, audacious and angry emotions.

It was wrapped around a helix to the great sword, completely in the shape of a bird whose thunder accompanied him and spread his wings wide.

"Come on, that creepy" black ", blow it up!

I don't know who I am, but if there wasn't a black one, at least I didn't have to make the choice of leaving the remains of my beloved woman in a blooming white flower garden.

My old friend would cry, but if I could take him home, I could definitely go on a "condolence journey" as my best friend.

I can't help but be angry that the beings that inhibit it are not people.

Overlapping its rough feelings, its anger and its own magic.

With all the power of piercing and blowing, I shake up the tip of the Great Sword, which I thought was perfectly close to "winning eight" even within me, but turned my extreme absurd anger to the black, and was pointing it toward the earth, at once.

On the momentum of the sword that swung up, as it slid through the planar part, the lightning bolt in the form of a bird burst into the black beak approaching this side, spreading its blasting mouth (beak), gliding (gliding), and honking the "thunderbolt".

And the collision first took away a vision that could only be described as "white," which can be seen by the intensity of light.

The next thing you know, a roar that temporarily paralyzes your hearing strikes Grandor directly without blocking your ears, exactly as it did when you fell "close" on the same principle as a lightning strike.

Now he's perfectly deaf.

And with nothing deafening, the next thing I came was a sticky wind pressure.

My vision, my hearing, I think it's temporary, but I'm paralyzed.

(No, the sense of equilibrium sucks)

The vibration of the thunderbird clashing with the vibration shook his feet when he thought of it that way.

With that swing, the Great Sword left his own hand, and Grandor got his buttcake on, thinking it was unusual for him.

Alsen's okay.

That's when I found Arsene holding on my left moved.

In the next moment, my body, unnecessarily buttocks on and trying to fall on my back as it was, was supported by Alsen.

Vision, which was filled with white, gradually regains color.

Beautiful there, there was a face.

I found myself with a white complexion hand on my face and found myself cured.

"... aren't you crying this time, Ray?"

In a situation where I still couldn't hear myself, I was somewhat bonded (cheeky) by the healing technique, I couldn't think about it, and I was talking about it.

………

In the absence of a sound, Alsen continues to speak to herself as usual.

(Again, they can't pick up the sound yet)

I have a picture of myself with a slightly frightened face in my beautiful green eyes in my face with an anxious look on my face.

"If Sman wants to tell you something, it would be helpful to have him telepathized until his ears feel better.

Besides, the body is just a little crippled by all kinds of shocks, and you'll be fine in a little while. Don't worry about it. "

When I told him that much, the shapely lip movement that had been moving until then stopped, as I was gradually relieved.

By the way, did it work out for you?

The first spiritual art I used was truly more powerful than I expected for Grandor, and its power was mighty.

This is how Arsene is doing it for me, and I think it's probably "working," but I don't know what happened because my vision was blocked.

"I'm sorry, but at least it blew up ahead."

He says so, avoids trying to support it, and shows me the front.

Across the halt from the flower garden, I came earlier when I came to this place with Alsen, a familiar place.

It's just an undisclosed place and it's not something you can call a road, and if you saw it again this way, it was the place you deserved to call the Tree Sea.

"At least, the road looks clear.

But here's what I realized, apparently, where we are, the space is "distorted," Grandor.

You said it was distorted. So you're saying that, at some point, the eagles were in the middle of something like a bond?

Then, meditate on your eyes once and for all.

There is only a little magic left, but if it clarifies the spirit and points the nerves, then I do know the "difference".

"He may have been unconsciously distracted when he was attacked by a demon he didn't know what inspired him to come here."

I nodded deeply at Arsene's words.

Yeah, well, it doesn't look like it's "totally different."

In the meantime, when you calm down, you have to take Netuk back. "

That said, if you turn yourself slightly backwards, there is still a black beard spread over there.

"Apparently, you can't go back and bring Maple now..."

"Grandor..."

I can't do it now, but I know I never gave up on bringing my people back, and Arsen gets caught and stares at the black.

"Shun"

Alsen opened his eyes wide as the metal and metal rubbed against each other behind him.

Grandor almost regained his eyesight, but his hearing still hasn't returned to normal, and I can see that he hasn't noticed while staring at him.

Because you've sheltered me twice.

If you were some kind of enemy, now all you can fight for properly is yourself (Arsen).

I can't hear a sound right now. I put my hand on the fine sword so Grandor won't notice me.

"Zah."

Ta.

two types of footsteps and the signs move.

I take off my fine sword at that moment, and I don't mind my ankle hurting, and I slash it through the white flower garden, toward the bottom of the sound.

Alsen?!

By the time Grandor noticed, Arsen was crossing his sword with someone wearing an exotic military uniform.

'What, are you...?!

My fine sword was taken by someone who looked familiar, "responsive" and remembered me.

"About two years, he's the same beautiful boy - Celisanceum hero candidate Alsen Padrick.

Looks like I put some force on it, but it's still light. '

In an atmosphere such as spare time, he turns to Arsen and laughs nicely.

"You look so cute, you do the commander the most, you slash and dump people the next time!.

You want to be so handy! "

Someone who was a brunette soldier who stopped that "active" in Arsen's first line.

Why are you here?

With the fine sword in his hand, but his consciousness to fight was completely lost.

'If you're going to give the shortest explanation, you mean "political judgment."

After losing to the heroes of Celisanceum in the invasion strategy, Henruda and Subknock, who were only thankful when it came to natural disasters, could not do anything more unusual.

By the way, I stopped a beautiful boy, a swordsman, and I was worshipped by a hero, "The Hero of Henruda."

Then to the person in the rear, take one hand away from the sword and gaze with that thumb.

"He's Subknock's" hero candidate, "Sequin Strass."

"Hyah, I hope you don't give me your name."

Alsen feels that Subknock's heroic candidate, who complains about it as soon as he is introduced, may still be a boy, rather than himself.

The reason I feel it is because I wear traditional costumes that cover everything but the eyes of the subknocks.

I can see that the only eye area where I can peek is the "dripping eye" so much that I can peek through even a few gaps.

He was obviously taller than Arsene, but his voice made him feel young without a trace.

You just don't like being seen too much, or if Arsene turns her gaze, she shaves immediately.

Besides, I remembered that both Alsen and myself were "too young" because of the word "heroic candidate", and that entering the candidate also showed difficulty.

- There's no one but him who's brave enough to name the role "hero" anymore.

The brunette soldier explains to me that he is a hero of Henruda so that he can respond to Alsen's questions, taking into account the hope that the sequins will not mention his name.

"Either way, the three Celisanceum heroes would have smashed the Aerial Fortress from the inside out, built in cooperation with Henruda, where Subknocks dominated?.

At that time, the people who dominated the subknocks also "traveled."

Well, we can invade the vast Selysanseum country because it seems to have risen.

I never would have thought such a beautiful boy would fly into the sky. '

I've made my eyes hard on Russia, and I've poured out my gaze to shoot.

If Arsen took it without fright, he would also make the original "ni" look and draw the sword from himself.

With a sword shaped only slightly different from the previous one, he delivered it to a sheath that was together with an outfit that could be seen as both a cage hand and a shield on his left arm.

Then I guess I've got a relative of your subknock hero candidate.

Subknocks are also rich in commerce, but in a military state, polygamy is permitted if it is capable of supporting them, and its centre is consolidated in an almost elite clan.

Perhaps contrary to Celisanceum, in order to be recognized in the subknocks, it seems necessary to raise the hero candidate there blood muscles.

And to be recognized as a hero, Arsen has the consciousness to have taken over who will be the enemy general more than anyone else.

"If you say so, it was his belly brother who pierced his chest in the first line of a beautiful boy.

Well, I've been away for over 10 years, and my real wife and I seem to have had quite a difference in status, position and treatment. "

"Hyah, don't you have time to waste talking too much?.

Certainly, Celisanceum and our wise men, who have summoned the Spirit of the Wind, who are slashing and expanding this space, seem to have used their power. '

"Arsen, those guys, the brunettes would be more Henruda, the ethnic costumes would be subknocks.

How the hell did you get here, and how did you get here?

Sequin voices from the front, Grandor telepathy from the rear overlapped on Russia, and Alsen panicked a little but ended up looking back.

"Well, by political judgment, that Henruda hero and sub-knock hero candidate has apparently come to our aid, Grandor.

Plus, it looks like this place is still different from where we came in. "

Arsen replies by assuming that the use of telepathy is not yet fragrant in his ears.

If you thought about it, you'd have to help your people out, but I don't know how heroes and candidates from two countries got to this place.

As far as I can tell, they didn't come from the entrance where the alleged "wise men" came in to investigate, like themselves, collecting and making copies of each study.

"What, are you guys telepathy such a mess?

Henruda's hero speaks to Arsen in a tone of voice.

"I'm sorry, it's probably temporary because of the harm done by my buddy's use of great sorcery, but my hearing has dropped significantly.

Communication of will is taking this form. '

"The Spiritual Art of Thunder" is forbidden across the country, so I dare you to lay low and tell Arsene that your people are not doing well.

If it did, there might be some punishment (penalty) for Grandor, and he was afraid of it.

Just afraid, but inadvertently subknocking heroic candidate - I notice the sequins exhale like they're relieved, though they're really small.

(Sequins… Was it better for His Highness not to sound like Grandor?)

'Well, then as you can't help it... what happened to the other two heroes of Celisanceum?.

Before entering the investigation, I have received a report of a split between my two hands'

"It's..."

Henruda's hero asked brightly in a "safe and normal" tone, but when Arsen slumped his mouth, he created a large longitudinal muscle between his eyebrows.

The heroic candidate behind it, a sequin with only drooping eyes, also sees only the eye area but clouds his expression, is conveyed.

Brace yourself and open your mouth as a dark haired exotic hero stands, rattling on your outfits with a fusion of guts and armor.

"We came here for a reason, because of the sudden arrival of natural disasters around the world.

The small, cunning political judgment of the traders after finding out they won't lose their country's heroes.

That said, I just said that the opinions of magicians and geologists from different countries who are good at spirituality "crossed the line" as if the disease was about to heal.

Neither is this place unknown in degree of danger, and because the wise men heartbeat that it's okay to be a heroic candidate, both Subknock and Henruda's exchangers want to owe Cerisanseum a little favor, depending on what they send in.

I just thought you heroes from "The Land Beloved by the Goddess of the Earth" had done a great job.

So, I was just thinking about picking you up... '

Say that much and cut the words bitterly.

Of the "four" people, they thought it was "not a good situation" that there were only two.

"Yes, what is it?"

Stunned by the reward, Arsen thinks about his best friend, who died for no reason.

(If the natural disaster has healed, then what we mean by "investigation" is that Maple...)

Though I hope to tell Grandor, I am surrounded once and for all by the loss of my companion, and Alsen is about to lose his strength from his body.

'Hyah, even though my complexion is only white, I'm about to turn blue this time, without being forced.

If anyone is waiting for rescue somewhere, I will pick you up at the Hero Hall in Henruda with me.

Master Alsen and Master Grandor McGaffin must escape the loopholes created by the wise men of Celisanceum. "

I don't know if it's a cliché, but the sequin speaks a language that cares about Arsene in a unique tone.

But if you remembered the details of the person you cared for, the beautiful boy just regained his mind a little bit.

(I must have killed several people who hit Lord Spankorn's bloodline in order to become heroes)

"Protect Celisanceum from invasion."

To have Alsen Padrick recognized as a hero by the country.

To fill the "hole" that made him a heroic candidate two years late, he has scatterly slaughtered and lay low the drooling eyed boy in his ethnic costume, the people of the clan responsible for the center of the country called Subknock.

An investigation into the invasion strategy and its extension mourned Maple, an irreplaceable best friend to me, over unknown details.

But I think I'm doing something terribly selfish to get depressed like this while taking away multiple beings that I can call the "family" of that drooling boy, and I arouse feelings.

'No, because I'm fine. Yes, if you can, can you take Netuk there first'

So if I could turn my attention to it anyway, I wanted it to be directed at my best friend who had lost that family, working most for the country and saying it was also "to make my dear loved one a family".

If Arsene speaks of the name "Netuark," Henruda's hero gives a bright look to Russia.

"Netuark? What, he's near here... oh?!

I marvel from it in my heart at Celisanceum's most "nasty hero" and the existence appreciated by foreign nations, who was restrained and still buried in a white flower garden in a state of disinterest.

"Why is Netuark so grumpy, tied up and even moped up?

Alsen blinks violently and repeatedly at an exotic brunette hero who calls his best friend's name in affection.

Are you close to Netuark?

While Arsen inquired, the brunette hero stomped roughly so that it was perfectly fine for the white flowers to scatter, but he gave himself up and watched as Netuark did.

'No, I'm not close, I'm "familiar".

Anyway, you're Henruda's hero, trained for "vs. Netsurk Saxfawn."

I can't do this to the boy yet.

I'm sorry, but I'm not your opponent.

At the first line two years ago, Arsen opens his mouth round and solidifies, knowing at this time the meaning of the words said.

And when Arsen was in "distress," the woman (one) came to help despite being among the enemies.

- What happened to Maple Iberis?

Seeing this look tied up, somehow "someone familiar with Netsurk Saxfawn" was putting various thoughts around the tragedy that was happening.

Then, give this appearance the name of the person who will be the "key" and ask about the situation.

"So he's not at least alive that he was tied up like this?

Dead, those eyes and hair, red sister. '

But even as I ask, I immediately come to the conclusion I arrived at in myself, with a look that chewed up the bitter bug.

'... yes, perhaps'

If he distorts the shape of his rounded mouth and Arsene manages to reply, the brunette hero rises immediately from it and kicks gently Netourc's body with his toenails.

But still, Celisanceum's heroes never regained their minds, and wonders, old friends and best friends, didn't feel like blaming heroes from other countries for their actions kicking their peers.

"Apparently, even Heroes of Celisanceum around here have a lot going on in this investigation.

Nevertheless, what is it, I'm so in love with Betta, and I was wondering if it would be okay to get married if I got rid of the mess I've been having here lately.

I even figured out what to do with your beloved lover, assuming a psychological battle. "

The figure of a girl with a brave but victorious horse, who came to help Arsene in distress, was burning in the memory of a strange and exotic hero.

Even on such a noisy battlefield, he carefully bowed his head from the horse to a brunette soldier who helped save his junior pinch.

However, even if he had witnessed it by a few names, he jeopardized his position a little, but he also gets credit for being stopped by Alsen Padrick trying to give him a handle, with momentum that is not an exaggeration because he is a brunette soldier.

And even if it wasn't as good as Netuark's lover, if Henruda's soldiers shot the first line of adorable juniors at that time, it could have led to the hostility of a country called Selisanceum at once.

It was easier for a country called Henruda to avoid it, so the actions taken by brunette soldiers are regarded primarily as sheltered and unquestioned by the way they see it.

"Hyah, isn't that why you said in the military council that" Netsuark Saxfawn would destroy the country he thought about if he killed his lover Maple Iberis, even if he was alone "?

To interrupt, the words were plugged in so that caution could be exercised, and now the sequins were moving to Netsuark in a costume with a covering other than the eye area.

"Hyah, in the information that Henruda and Subnock were collecting, and you crossed your sword with Goren, who is bound there,

"Netuark can say that, and he will."

and those who participated by expressing their opinions at the military conference, after acknowledging their opinions.

Well, he's been waving all kinds of anecdotes with Lord Grandor McGaffin since before he became a Celisanceum hero.

I also bought up information and pinched it in my ear, when the war of aggression ended. '

And I give in, and I'm watching Netuark.

From the dripping blue eyes, he was pouring a gaze such as 30% worry and 70% observation.

"We were in a ceasefire at the time, but we kept it by giving them the position of military school instructors in order to make the most of the valuable talent: Netuark Saxfawn and Grandor McGaffin.

There, a beautiful junior who is also on edge with the royal family, comes to enlist.

At first, there were some small troubles between that beautiful junior and Grandor McGaffin, but this Lord Netsuerk brokered him and became his best friend '.

'... Until then, is the information flowing during the truce?

Arsen asks, in surprise, perhaps a heroic candidate from another country younger than himself.

'Hyah, that's because we're in a truce.

All four heroes of the war were "traveling" from this world, and at some point three new heroic candidates were growing up, even though they thought they could set up an invasion strategy and easily take away their homeland rich, stable, four-season touring country.

Because subknocks and henrudas in my country only had feelings that weren't good enough for Celisanceum to be honest, and even though they were even more heroic candidates, they were still underestimated as children (frightened) less than adults.

That's because since the first war, fewer deaths than expected, but no longer able to move properly, soldiers who lost their will have multiplied their expectations.

Still pushed, but eventually the soldier was so unusual that if the information came in that the hero candidate would enter the war, he wouldn't move.

However, in a battle in which no heroic candidate was involved, this seemed reasonably advantageous thanks to all the peaceful and bogged soldiers of Celisanceum, so I guess when it comes to results, it's a "hell of a lot."

As if talking about a failed commercial deal, the sequins flashed their shoulders.

"So the exchangers and the belligerent military men of Subknock, not in harmony, took the form of a truce, which led to the acquisition of information on the country's hero, the new Selisanceum.

Along with that, I decided to develop the talent to compete against Celisanceum's new hero candidate...

Well, I wonder if Grandor McGaffin behind the beautiful boy would rather build a weapon than develop talent.

If Maple is a "girl," as I said earlier, it is based on the "Goddess of the Earth Faith," which pervades every other country.

Ironically, some of them were helping their families and clans, especially the grandchildren of the exchangers, to take care of them.

So the opinion that "killing Maple Iberis is a bad idea for every country" got caught up.

There may be nothing beautiful or beautiful about the war, but the murder of a girl named Maple by conspiracy will surely engrave its cowardly deeds in history.

Even if you take prisoner, you will not be spared the stigma of being an ungrateful country.

The reason it was a table of aggressive tactics in the Union of Nations is that, if you put it simply, "Celisanceum is cunning with a monopoly on a wide and stable territory".

Besides, both Grandor and Maple of Celisanceum are certainly strong out of the county, but somehow, in gathering information, we also know that the other one is working out a plan among the heroic candidates.

That's Netsuerk, and rumor has it that he even possesses the qualities of "a wise man who's not what he wants to be."

I'm so annoyed that I might become a wise man, but I've been trained by the conflict as a role for Henruda. "

As followed by the sequins, the outfits were gagged and shoulders clasped.

Again, Arsen takes a closer look at Henruda's brunette hero, a trained talent, against Netuark.

I don't have the impression or atmosphere that it's very strong enough to give.

But - I never make the impression that I'm "weak".

And Arsen was lightly adorned with a man named this exotic hero.

(If there had been no catastrophe, and even if I was fighting him again, I guess I'd have been impressed)

I still can't even bring it to the "sane Netuk" draw.

'Now, if Henruda were to confront the hero, the role of the subknock was to put pressure under the castle of Celisanceum in an aerial fortress all at once, peacefully bogged down to lead a serene life...

The rest of the repetition, it's a waste of time, so let's stop it. '

Sequins pinch words so that Arsene can distinguish what he thinks.

"Hyah, during those two years of ceasefire, this Netsuark Saxfawn was also an excellent hero candidate at the time, but he also had a reputation for clever heso bending.

In particular, relationships did not even fit with their own personality in the mechanism of the military.

As a teacher, however, instruction was clever without being imprisoned by the mould.

There was just someone who hated him like a snake scorpion like that.

Though Lord Netsuruk himself did not care that much, when he heard the extra words to hear, a junior who had made a statement of refuge was begun to make an unspeakable slander on the person.

He was a junior with a beautiful face, so he told me a lot about the bastards. "

Arsene turns out to have been told about herself, and she blushes a little to the embarrassment of what is known outside even to the bastard stories that have been shed about her.

A glimpse of the situation, the sequins turn their hands to hold up the restrained nettour.

'Hyah, stupid slander and other things not to deal with...... to think so, the content was terrible and I saw pretty juniors coming to that, this one tied up took action.

There you are, now you're deafening the sound, involving both the brown hero candidate - '

At that time, a beautiful boy photographs into his dripping eyes, which opened wide for surprise.

'I'm in the middle of a conversation, but you're trying to carry Netourc, right? I'll help.

And you're taller, but you're probably younger than me. '

"Hyah, it will be fifteen this year......"

I reply that I can't seem to fit in, and the sequins aren't as light as Grandor was, but I hold Netuark's body to his right shoulder.

It's just that, after all, he's not as stable as a big brown man, and lightly let it go, Arsen assists by standing on the right side of a sequin holding a netu-arc.

"Hyah, can you buy me a fight?

"Fighting and nothing, because that's what happened to me because I was immature."

It was a seed I had sprinkled myself, when someone I now hold with an exotic heroic candidate said, "I don't care, I don't have to deal with them" but I couldn't bear to say it back.

Within Arsen's belief that he deserved it and had to do something about it himself, if he moved it, those who acted like a disease would have done two days as paid digestion of the army to remove "boring things".

After cleaning it up, it led me to get a thousand titles for Netsuark and Grandor.

The "intelligence unit" named Megumi Raya, the master of intelligence, is well known in the military and possibly in other countries, right?

If Arsen asked, the drooping boy supporting Netuark together nodded at me, so I keep going.

"And if you hate the beginning of Netuark as much as a snake scorpion, your goal was to get into the ear of the eye, which involves information that even the country is ostensibly lying low - rather than having ambition.

That ambition, it's a weird analogy, but that's what he said, making sure that he snatched his prey, and Netuk cleared his own depression up until then first.

And using that authority to qualify as a master of information, he declared publicly that rumors about me, like you said, were completely rootless and leafless. I just need your help, as long as I'm really sorry. '

I tell my own mouth of the consequences as I accept my immaturity then.

"Hyah! Lord Alsen Padrick, you're flying the key!.

The conversation is switching to the inside of Cerisanseum!.

If it came from us on the outside, what Netsuark Saxfawn and Grandor McGaffin did at that time eventually uncovered a crime across the country.

The use of the arms that uncovered the crime and the "Spirit of Thunder", which is prohibited by law, to destroy the base... '

At that time, the sound of "Kin" and some metal playing around the height of beautiful green eyes and dripping blue eyes echoes.

At some point, Henruda's hero stood behind the two boys.

"Take the sequins, the beautiful boy of Selisanceum, Netuk, and pull them up once and for all.

Sequins know how to open a place '

It was Arsene's best friend, who had sincere respect, who was ahead of him with a cold glance as the brunette grabbed the sword that would fit in his shield.

If he was told to "pull it up," and looked around in confusion, Alsen looked familiar with a Grandor knife falling on a white flower at the foot of a sub-knock hero candidate boy.

With the sound of the metal earlier and the content spoken by Henruda's hero, Arsene can understand the details of what happened. But...

"Grandor, you, why did you take a knife toward Lord Spankorn?"

The big brown man, by the time his beautiful junior had spoken his doubts, had earlier held the great sword he had unleashed to throw out, and had stared sharply at the sequins wrapped around ethnic costumes holding old friends.

"Gran, why the hell?"

(What happened to you that kept you out of your mind?)

Maple loses his life, Netuark loses his sanity, and Grandor suddenly falls into a feeling of being left alone in response to what was also a "hatred".

"Beautiful boy, don't worry," because it's sane, "Grandor McGaffin got angry.

'Huh?'

Henruda's brunette hero answers, as if she were replacing her best friend, who is now tied up and disoriented.

"Ma'am, later, ask Grandor himself," As my best friend. "

Besides, it's time for that gray-haired sage to say, "Limit."

Sequins move quickly to prompt things.

- Hyah, Sickle, please.

The drooping eyed boy of the heroic candidate, on the one hand, baffled with shards of crystal as to when he had prepared them, and if he swayed them with the hands of those who did not hold the netu-arc, a pattern of pentagrams appeared in the sky, from which three large, small and medium-sized weasels appeared one after the other.

"I, with Grandor, will recover the remains of Maple Iberis.

You guys go back and briefly explain the situation.

And the sequin, "Lord Grandor McGaffin," just accidentally threw a knife at you over tiredness.

"I hope so." '

"Hyah, of course."

In an attitude that could be described as submissive to the words of Henruda's hero, the sequin answered and nodded.

"... shut up and lose it while the eagles remain rational," "fucking nobleman" '

……

And to Grandor's words, too, try to follow them as they are. The sequins begin to proceed silently.

Alsen follows that, too, but he was really comparing his best friend in spanking and angry shapes.

(This means that Grandor got really angry with Lord Spankorn until now, right?)

In a country where sequins are probably subknocks, the position of "nobility", as in Arsene, was found in the stories we did when we met them.

And I also hear that Grandor was murdered by an exotic nobleman, the only remaining family member, during a disaster that happened back in the day.

But...

'... Will Lord Alsen also remain?. I can carry you alone, Lord Netuk. "

You found out you cared, that's what they say.

Alsen is just confused that his best friend's sister's avenging aristocracy doesn't make him a younger and more heroic candidate boy than he is.

The younger hero candidate doesn't have the same vibe as he did when he was "sold a fight" earlier.

If I took an ethnic costume that only gave me dripping eyes, I also feel that I have an even more expressive look at the atmosphere of pity that began to seep from the moment Grandor glanced at me.

There, Arsene had the feeling that her thoughts resonated (synchronized) only slightly with herself when she had just met Grandor.

Now, although I will not detain you because it is a thing of the past, I was foreseen with the eyes that will reject me just because I am a nobleman.

(Can't you manage?)

At a time like this, the person who "plays" the best word is still unconscious and is responsible for the shoulders of a tall heroic candidate boy.

"Hey! Sequins! Don't take it personally. That would make your escort gone, wouldn't it?

Henruda's hero speaks out loud and continues in the correct "between" form.

"I was actually supposed to come alone, but since Henruda's hero would be my escort, I guess I was forced to follow a subknock to a dangerous place.

I'll do my research over here, so you can escort the pretty boy and definitely take him back.

Otherwise, my wife will be mad at me for forgetting my position as a hero and being irresponsible when I get back to Henruda!

Some (isa) or self-centered claims came from Henruda's hero, and Arsen rounded out his beautiful green eyes.

(Exquisitely, I thought you were only slightly older than the Grandors, but you were married.)

And apparently, "laid on the ass" is also a rhetoric that comes through.

It's just too unbalanced for what's in your mouth at this place, smashing the air that's flowing.

And that was apparently also valid between the sinister Selisanceum hero and the subknock hero candidate.

Not least for Alsen, the malice poured out of Grandor and the sorrow seeping out of the sequins seemed faded.

Know it or not, the brunette hero keeps his hands on the pattern of the sword that can be delivered to the sheath that is fused with the shield.

"When it comes to the preamble, don't even see the birth of your first baby, be mine!.

Although our country is considered to be a culture of women who stand up for men, that's only because they appreciate it properly from this side and act as husbands!.

Unless I'm a doctor, I have to go back and do something for my wife who sent me out.

This is how I was able to be an escort and sell my luck to Subknock's hero candidate!.

So this time, I want to help Celisanceum's hero with a handful, so just do what I just said!

The two heroes and the heroic candidate were overwhelmed by their appearance, which spoke at once as good as a speech.

But that overwhelming was now perfectly wiping out the brown big man and the blue dripping eye slaughtered air of certainty

- Alsen knows that this "period" must not be missed.

"Okay, Lord Spankorn, can I have that" way home "please?

It seemed to me that he was talking about something self-centered, and it was felt that he was taking into account the physical distance between Grandor and the sequins.

Earlier, Grandor couldn't even suppress his anger enough to actually throw a knife at a blue drooping eye hero candidate.

(I guess the very idea of discussing it here means it's impossible.)

"… haha, sickles (Kaijus), please"

A sequin calls out to three spirits, suppressing strange ringtones, which I follow like a habit.

Until then, the sickle, hidden in the shadow of a scarf (clean) that would be a subknock's national costume, comes out again in order of size, in an obscure atmosphere flowing between the summoner and those with large brown bodies who are in a remote place.

Apparently, if we can also embody the presence of the Spirit of the Wind where Arsene feels, which mimics the appearance of this weasel, we want to leave this place quickly.

The weasel with the largest body is putting gloves in his short hand, standing in front of the sequin holding the Netourc with Arsen, "stroking" the space with his short hand.

Then the space unnaturally wavered and began to distort.

"... three of you will get through, please be big."

When the sequin said so, the weasel widened the space to sway and distort the waves by stroking the space in a cup so as to scratch the sky further with a small nodding circle.

As the edge of the wave rocking the space crossed the tallest sequin of the boys pulling up, the second largest weasel came forward with a sickle in his hand.

But when you line up next to the first weasel, you look up at the vastly expanded distorted space, and you know, "You're clearly not tall enough to do your part," and you ring in an adorable voice inside.

(Oh, with that "sickle," you slashed the space or the junction, and Lord Spankorn and Lord Henruda's hero entered here, didn't they?)

Earlier, when I was turning my back on Shun, I understood that the spirits who looked like this weasel probably did the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

'... hey, I don't mind, you should step on my body and cut through the space'

If the blue dripping eye peeking from the ethnic costume called out so to the weasel holding the sickle, he makes a small squeal.

Then with a fluffy hairy but long body, he climbs up the body of a sultry and sequin.

"Ah."

"Whoa, you shouldn't."

Near Netuark's body, he slips his forelegs a little bit.

Just now, Arsene was in a condition to assist with the sequin holding the netu-arc, so she was able to support the slippery weasel.

But if you don't have a sickle, your hand gets caught in the costume of your head wearing a sequin, and it snaps.

Then I saw long hair with the same blue color as the color of the dripping eyes from that spot.

If a man's long hair is well thought out, Arsen, who hasn't seen it since his father Angletham, stops moving with a weasel in his arms in surprise.

And he also remembered the story that it was the "blue-haired nobleman" who killed Grandor's sister, Ginia McGaffin.

If I could have lived peacefully and relaxed in the countryside, even in agriculture, I would have thought that would have changed the values of Grandor's life once and for all.

"If I met the enemy who killed my sister again, I would break it with a sword in my hand and a knife. What a commotion I used to talk about when I met her."

long blue hair makes the past a dark part of the Grandor a

"In the meantime, you should know as your best friend"

and it just took a little on the bent body of the person who told me.

For that reason, he also confessed that he had continued to work out using the sword he had inherited without even knowing.

Just after that.

"But after Netuark and Maple and being friends with you, only a few moments have changed my mind about holding the Great Sword."

He could have told me that calmly.

But under the circumstances, it's only a matter of remembering what's so hard about Grandor.

'... I don't want to make you feel bad about Ginia's brother any more. Sickles, hurry up'

Although his mouth was covered in ethnic costumes and his voice was extremely subdued, Arsen was sure to hear the sequins.

That, in a hurry, just seemed like a statement that cared about Grandor.

Most importantly, a blue-eyed boy called "Ginia" and his best friend's sister by name recently listened somewhere.

It's just not the "exact same" thing, but something that makes you feel similar.

Oh, yeah. Voice. What is it?

"Maple, Maple"

Earlier, I found out that my best friend in color was holding his companion in his arms, who had not known why, and felt that he looked just like the "quality" of his voice, which he called his name many times.

(If so, in what sense, Lord Spankorn has become a "vendetta" for Grandor)

When I thought of it that way, a weasel that was so supportive in Arsen's hand kicked its hand and made a sound that rubbed the metal again, drawing a brilliant "circle" and chopping it off, accompanied by the abyss of the waves of space where the first weasel was heavily distorted.

"Come on, I'm coming, Lord Alsen Padrick."

However, mindful of the feelings of his best friend, the boy said he was a heroic candidate for Subknock headed for the circle slashed by the sickle.

The landscape ahead of the sickle's slaughter is strange and dark, and unless we can get through it, we don't know what lies ahead.

But the sequins who were in charge of Netsuark did not hesitate to move on, and the spirits of the wind, who looked like weasels, followed.

Finally, he was coming out of the magic formation of the third pentagram, the weasel with the smallest body and a bump the size of its body, waiting for Arsen to come, in front of a round-cut space.

I guess I'm just waiting, but those tiny, circular eyes also looked as if I was worried.

"Alsen Padrick, don't worry, Grandor, I'll take you home safe and sound."

A dark-haired hero speaks as he pushes Arsene's back.

"So go home while escorting the" subknock hero candidate sequins ".

Otherwise, where there are flower gardens where neither heroes nor hero candidates are on the map, the lines are unknown and the investigation and assistance will not work.

As a political decision around here, take it from me.

It turns out it's better for us as heroes of the country. "

To give a final push, if the Henruda hero spoke, he urged him to move only his jaw and hurry.

'Besides, you'll be tough when you regain consciousness that Netsuerk remains tied up, too.

And Grandor McGaffin.

Sequins could have been lost from this place as you requested, so pull that fierce look in.

With that face, even the youngest of our people, Alsen Padrick, wouldn't be able to safely pull it up. "

Hit me from earlier self-centered remarks and change to say something extremely decent.

Two heroes of Celisanceum set their sights on the matter.

He exhaled heavily as he removed his hand from the pattern of his sword to restrain Grandor, which created a vicious atmosphere.

'... as you can guess, what I just said that I didn't dare to read the air, or what I'm doing now, is imitating what you Netsurks are doing.

But it's also true that my daughter-in-law inflates the baby, gives birth by herself, and waits in the country.

So if you can, I want the living here to act as a top priority.

Let me just say that clearly, as a help to heal the disaster and to communicate the cut-off of the investigation '

It was not the heroes of Celisanceum who were now partitioning this occasion, but the heroes of a country called Henruda.

'... OK, I will obey.

Perhaps if Maple were alive and Netuk was sane, he'd say the same thing you said. "

Alsen believes that even if he doesn't have that much "possession" of his country, the feeling of trusting his best friend is superior to the gathering he describes as a "companion" of any country.

So, on top of the words of our best friend, who always entrusted us with guiding our actions, we believe and follow the words of those who say "know more" about Netuark Saxophone.

Besides...

'I'm sure that if Maple had lived, he would have missed your child, who may have already been born now.

Besides, I'm sure you'll be waiting for your father to come home. "

Arsene's "father" softens considerably the murderous Grandor atmosphere that he's been carrying compared to what he's been carrying.

If he confirmed that, the beautiful boy, equipped with a scarlet costume and a fine sword inherited from his father, smiled as troubled, shaking his golden hair slightly and bowing his head.

And when the Spirit of the Wind enters the "way home" of the circle cut open, and its appearance disappears on the other side, the last sickle sticks its hand into a pot that is no different than the size of its body, but continues.

Thereafter, the space cut in less than a few seconds becomes as if it were tame to the wind and remained intact from the beginning.

"Hmm?, even if my wife waits, the boulder. Does the baby recognize me as her father?

After an exotic hero wrapped his arms around him and twisted his neck, he caught his eye and stared at Grandor in the front for sheltering the sequins from the throwing knife earlier.

"Or does it even mean" father, "which only goes through Alsen Padrick and Grandor McGaffin?"

The word "gusa" is also enough to remind me of my long-time best friend.

Maybe it conveys that this exotic hero is only replacing the role that his best friend should have played now.

"Oh, for a weasel who's been trapped in the old days and has blunted his head and his movements, it's the most clever thing I'd like to see."

That said, I put it in the sheath, trying to calm my heart and brace the sword I had in my hand behind my waist.

"There's a reason I got into it." I felt.

Unfortunately, time was not enough for me to listen to a lot of interest, but I knew I didn't have the skill to listen to the man I knew, so Henruda's hero gave up quickly.

'Well, then, dare not - shall I bring home Maple's body?

Truth be told, as the beautiful boy said earlier, I wanted to see Maple as well.

It's not like Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower, which is called the Mother of the Nation of Celisanceum, but Maple Iberis is also a child lover because I know it by research. '