Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

If you checked Netuark Saxfawn, the story of a woman with really red hair and eyes comes out.

Earlier, the story of the destruction of Grandor and two criminal organizations across the country, which had been interrupted but was to be awarded the title of "Mindfulness", also sees Netuark Saxophone as a cautionary figure.

In addition to that, there's actually another piece of information that makes you think it's better not to get your hands on Netuark poorly.

Though Maple is temporary, there are rumors that Dagger Sunflower, the Crown Prince, has become the "Queen's Candidate" for those who have become young kings during the time of the truce by setting up an invasion war.

There was a sobering view that the rumors of the Lady's candidacy were probably kept under the influence of Gloriosa and Trenia, the former king and his wife, one way or another.

It's just a dark topic, albeit during the ceasefire, so there's no country called Selisanceum or particularly tight to control, just no boiling rumors out of the civilian population.

Even if shallow and irresponsible aristocrats are not queens to just "take aim" at the civilian population, when they start to spread the word about how to turn it into a side room.

Intelligence agents from Henruda and Subnock, who had infiltrated, would be stunned to witness the incident, which ended up not on the table of Netsurk's attempt to assassinate the king.

The notion is rooted in the notion that Subnock is a military state and Henruda is a gathered country of nomadic people who specialize in martial arts and who, when it comes to the common feeling of the two countries, do not defy the existence that has become "chief" with male superiority.

The history of intimacy is deep and long, even if it is just a "male advantage", although there is only a slight difference in thought, it is also a common part.

In a way, where the idea of saying so was similar, there was no reason why the invasion strategy should have been directed at Celisanceum.

Though there is some expansion of the country, even if there was a slightly inclined evil government of being the "head" of the country, it should not have been allowed to do things such as turn the child against his parents.

That also leads me to not having good feelings for a country called Selisanseum.

And it is hard to accept that there are cultural differences in the fact that those who make the covenant beneath their subordinates are attacked by a female entanglement to the person who is now king.

Intelligence agents who have infiltrated and witnessed that the woman they are in love with is acting too insane to assassinate the king, even though it is a stage of rumors without roots or leaves, compile the report.

And if the report was taken to a meeting with the takeover pedestrian the day after I saw it, there was a young man "waiting" wearing a red and black coat and a medal overlapping with silver pigeons and pigeons.

"Sure, tell him about me," go home "?

Especially when it comes to maple, if you've got your hands on it, I'm confident you'll do more than get this medal. "

That said, I tied up the trembling agent who was infiltrating me on the spot and stuffed him in a daikon.

Further re-reading the report,

"I'll write more expressive, I'm tired of the reader."

and if we haven't finished looking into Celisanceum or ourselves, or corrected any false alarms in the order, and added it, throw the report into the big box and empty the air hole and cover it.

He handed it over to the merchant who would take off his coat and take over.

In the sense that it was combined with intelligence intelligence information back to the country from there, Netuark was also receiving insanity, cautionary treatment from exchangers in the central positions of Subknock and Henruda.

'... before she came here, she has become Maple Iberis Saxophone.

or so, the law does not do anything formal.

It was a simple meal (a whole thing) ceremony among the four heroes.

Nobody had a bad feeling about anything.

But I don't know if it's a good idea to keep it now. '

It's just a sad memory for Grandor now.

That's how the tiny, iterative Grandor shoulder is tapped, lightly, and the black-haired exotic hero is comforting and encouraging, staring at the one with Celisanceum's hero turning his back.

'Well, I'd normally be your daughter-in-law in the corner. Then I'll have to take you home and give you some rest at home rather than at the tomb of Iberis Saxophone.

So, maybe Maple Iberis is still left behind in the direction you guys fled?

If he asked the big brown man, he nodded deeply certain.

We knew that one of the two Maple and Grandor would have "fiercely upset best friends" with each other if one of them fell down.

So, at that time, we put our own things aside from each other, and forgave those who were intensely upset, best friends who remained, and promised to protect them at all costs and bring them back.

However, I haven't made any decisions since then.

"Oh, sleeping on a white flower garden."

So, no matter what she looked like, I have to pick up Maple as my best friend, send her to an old friend who became my partner, and let Netuark mourn her so that she can definitely sleep safely.

And one more thing, I haven't even taught Alsen, my promise to Maple.

"If you told Netuark, he would definitely be angry and hurt, but I need another favor.

This is the flow of the phase, so just in case there was, so I'm dead.

At first, Netuark can't help but cry.

But then, Grandor made good on his promise to help those who stayed, and time runs out.

So if you accept that I'm not here, I'd like someone new to stand by Netuark.

And, I mean, if that kind of person still had me, I'd be relieved. "

That's what they told me.

"Don't worry about your death now, Netuk, or Arsen."

And I replied, but I was thinking that Grandor might not be bad either, to be honest.

Necessary, I also thought it was a promise in preparation.

I don't want to keep it if I can. I promised.

Think that far and look back.

"By the way, Grandor McGaffin. Is the blackness that spreads right in front of you a good thing to keep going? 'Henruda's hero looked in the direction in which the heroes of Celisanceum had fled, and he continued to feel even more.

"The look, the atmosphere, my instincts, they say," Stop it, if you want to move on, that black guy, take it off, then go. "

'Oh, you're right.

So, do you mind if I ask you for a little help with your overflow and caution to get rid of it?

There's only one way Grandor knows how to get rid of a black one.

Ask an exotic hero who is still looking ahead and making observations, refuting what he found out in his earlier experience.

"Mm-hmm. Can we think about what we're gonna do after we hear about it?"

If I'm going to delude you, I'll go out with you.

If I should have known, I wouldn't have asked.

So why don't you explain that "mastery" to me?

The cautious attitude of responding with caution so as not to exceed my allowable stress (capacity) was similar to that of an old friend who would now be safely retreating.

(If time runs out, will you accept that your partner has disappeared and return to the floating Netuark Saxophone again?)

But as Maple Iberis' best friend, Grandor begins his explanation with a (absurd) feeling around him that he doesn't want him to accept death.

"Skilled, or touching the law across the country."

If so, Grandor began to explain the Spirit of Thunder by summing it up briefly, including earlier, as a way of paying for it.

While explaining it, heroes in two countries were always cautious about "black", but there was no such thing as "big".

More than that.

"Little by little, haven't you pulled off the black one, Grandor McGaffin?

"Yes, it is."

Slow as speed, but surely the "black" was starting to pull.

"But you'd better hurry up and collect Maple Iberis' body, and it's a waste of time waiting.

As Grandor McGaffin says, let's take it away with the Spirit of Thunder and pick it up '

"Okay... by the way, why are you calling me by my full name from earlier?

"Hmm? Simply because I like the overall sound of the name."

With that said, Henruda's hero began to jerk off his outfits with a fusion of weapons and protective gear.

"Does it sound like it?

Since he has never been told about his name like that before, Grandor puts his hand on the great sword he is laying on his sheath to summon the Spirit of Thunder again, slightly bewildered.

'If that's what you say, the hero hall of Henruda. What's your name again?

I didn't think that deep because I didn't have any particular problems with the lack of a name in the situation so far.

However, Grandor doesn't know his details except that he is a "Henruda hero forged into a dark-haired nettour".

If you think about it, on the battlefield in the invasion strategy, Celisanceum's individual heroes were too powerful, and most of the time they were dealing with a group by themselves.

Even if we compete one-on-one (sashimi), we have largely won, and there are only about Netuark and Arsen, such as the opponents we fought until we learned their names.

Then you anticipated such a Grandor's heart, the brunette hero still grins and opens his mouth with a niggling smile as he mocks his costume.

"" Grandor McGaffin is basically indifferent except for those close to him ".

It's true what Netsuruk wrote in his report that he sent back with the intelligence agents.

Alsen Padrick is the best he can do to protect you as a beautiful boy, and he was distracted by a potential hero younger than himself, but how about some more Celisanceum heroes outside?

Yeah, and as for the thunder spirits, I'll do it, so don't worry about it. '

Arsene and I are told about the existence that I sincerely hate, and I am just a little muddled, but there is a part of the word that I think is "sure" that I should be careful outside, so I push it.

There seemed to be some reason why I didn't reply even though I asked about the name.

(But right now, I don't mind sticking to it, and I'm not particularly troubled if I only recognize the "hero hall of Henruda". "Grandor McGaffin is basically indifferent to anyone but close people," and has been in great trouble)

With that in mind, the combination of weapons and armor equipped by Henruda's hero made a lot of noise with "Gashan".

The Grandor is also more interested in the word that he doesn't have to use thunder spirituality and the exotic outfits he sees for the first time than the name of Henruda's hero.

And while interested in the statement, "As for the Spirit of Thunder, I'll do it," he let go of the hand he was wearing on the Great Sword.

"What are you so chatty about?

"Hmm, to tell the truth, this weapon and armor merged with Henruda's" Sage "prototype.

If I could, it would be helpful for Grandor McGaffin to set it aside as, "If you're going to be deluded, if you're going to be deluded, if you're going to be glad you didn't know, what you didn't ask."

His name is "Vajra," and as a keepsake feature, he can handle "Thunder."

Vajra, are you talking about the Vajra pestle?

However, it looks a lot different in shape from what Washi had in his book that he had previously held by Netsuruk's master '.

Surprised at each other, they uttered what they thought and remembered, opening between them, albeit for only a short time.

'Oh, my God, I can't believe I've seen two of you in such a short time with someone who knows Vajra.

Is Cerisanseum making our Henruda so much of an eastern country?.

Later, the shape is different and you're right.

He borrowed his name from a weapon that God used because our sage simply said he could "handle thunder" is the selling point for this weapon and armor combined with our country's old stories.

So, a real vajra or Congo sho? It's a far cry from the tools used in religion, and I got caution about it. "

Hearing that explanation, Grandor nods deeply.

'Oh, is that what this is about?

The shape of what I do know is far from what I know.

Besides, Vajra's description of the Vajra pestle, which I saw before, generally said it had a unique shape large enough to hold it in my hand, because it was on it. "

With a successful brown finger, the hero of Henruda nodded looking at the "shape" as he gently drew and showed the shape he remembered in the sky (kuku).

'Oh, right. Sure enough, the wise man with the white coat with your hair explained that to me, who prepared the guide to come here and the sickle.

And then I cut the entrance to this place with a sickle, too.

"You used the magic of the Thunder Spirit from the inside," you knew for sure?

After that, when the lower direction of the part serving as the shield of the equipment was raised and shown, there appeared a sharp and pointy angle.

Sage, whose hair is white, also says, "We can go in if we use our own Spirit of the Wind because the walls have been thinned by handling the Spirit of Thunder from the inside."

This is how me and the sequins came to this place... and what a face they looked like as soon as I gave them my name '

After being given the name of an opponent who didn't care enough to twist it, Grandor's gaze at Henruda's previously relatively friendly hero is rough.

But his gaze was the same as that of his longest dating old friend, and his brunette hero, as he recirculated it, pointed him out of his shield toward the black one so that he could target him.

'I'm telling you, it was that gray-haired sage who allowed me to take that blue-eyed heroic candidate and go.

Well, rather than permission, he said, "I want to give you a hand."

Apparently, even just giving out the name of a sub-knock hero candidate named "Spankorn" would hinder Grandor's eclampsia, so I'll continue the conversation by analogy.

"Though subknocking has managed to be a national hero candidate, I spoke lightly about his treatment in the country earlier, but it's pretty bad.

I would have told you that his family, or his fathers and brothers who hit his belly, were pushing for the idea of taking the lead and attacking him about Celisanceum's invasion?.

But the result is that Celisanceum hero Grandor McGaffin knows it.

Moreover, at the end of the day, on the brink of death and regeneration, the property of the Strasse family, the punctuated aerial fortress, was ironically destroyed by the heroes of the country "beloved by the goddess of the earth", as the wise men of Subnock had foreseen.

The House of Strass, a nobleman and a soldier's house, is in a state of "shame on life, shame on death."

If Grandor had rough eyes, the dark-haired hero had returned a much colder gaze.

"I just managed to" survive "with that drooping kid and his concubine (soft-bellied) child, and how young he was, and the measure of his belly brother, whom he was relatively nostalgic for.

So, although I'm not shallow or deep, I learned martial arts with my belly brother who did the trick. So, I'm a little concerned. "

An exotic hero who just poured a sharp gaze but had a good grasp of his obsession with "The Brown Big Man and the Blue Drop Eye" maintained a fair attitude.

Did Grandor feel it, too, and for now stopped his gaze of hostility toward his exotic hero opponents?

'Well, he deserves it.

I'm a soldier and I don't know about the aristocratic lineage, but on my own, I just fled proudly to death.

Besides, I made my own choices, and they didn't take my life.

If you tried to be the one who was killed regardless of your will, you'd want me to be the one to decide for you with pride or face. '

However, if you remember the moment when a nobleman with blue eyes and hair killed your sister in front of you, it was still difficult for Grandor to contain that hatred and anger.

"Oh, that's just great." I don't feel "rough."

Soon Henruda's hero had begun to gather the Spirit of Thunder in places like Vajra, his own outfit - out ahead of the shield part, in a place called

Besides, I can see how familiar you are.

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

If you recall the words that Arsen advised you earlier, Grandor understands that your emotions are "used in a clever manner".

"Against the Netsurk Saxophone."

However, the form that Henruda's hero tries to embody the Spirit of Thunder is not the kind of bird that Grandor imagined earlier.

Raise your arms horizontally from your shoulders, pointing you toward the earth in the direction where the maple was left behind.

The spirits of thunder are condensed, fastened, and exploded into a longer "arrow" at the tip of the shield that was just a little bit out of the shape of the shield.

"So, Grandor McGaffin, would you mind getting a little rougher if you could?

While Grandor is fully aware of his prospects, exotic heroes demand even more "rough emotions" to strengthen the power of the Spirit of Thunder.

"... there's no choice."

Unfortunately, if I still remember that blue nobleman, I reaffirm that I have a "self" that I am likely to forget my precious existence.

Such an abomination of one's heart.

(But if that leads to the power to take Maple home, let's try to fall.)

I hate and use the blue haired aristocrats to make my feelings completely rough.

"... if you see those blue dripping eyes, the celisanceum eagles may have" taken "my family, but some of them have attacked my country and shut up."

However, if you remember what it's like to think of someone you care about, you can't even scorn them any more.

So I tried to rough up my feelings about remembering my anger as a resident of this country.

'Oh, Grandor McGaffin would be right about the country. It is only natural to eliminate enemies in order to protect your country.

I'm sure the people of the country will thank the heroes who are protecting me.

It's just that the country's heroes and the volunteers who are helping it are on the run to protect the country, but in a safe place. Oh, here's the thing. I wonder what they say. '

Suddenly interrupted, Grandor's mind slows down rapidly when he tries to get rough.

I'm sorry, but I need you to encourage me to help. But thanks.

The "a little more" part is also apparently going to work itself out.

You don't have to let Grandor McGaffin make you feel any rougher.

So, I'm going to rough up my feelings from here on out, or it's a random view, or it's going to be hard to hear, but just miss it. "

"Oh, it would be better for Henruda's hero to use the art of the Spirit of Thunder as his Lord."

If Grandor had replied that way telepathically, he would have lifted only the edge of his mouth and, with those glazed eyes again, gazed at him to set his aim towards the black one, which was now slowly pulling.

(Earlier, I also told you that telepathy matters were noisy.

There may be places where you are "pushing yourself" as long as you use what you think you are.)

It also aroused my anger and interest in what "Henruda's Hero" would do to give all this relatively calm impression.

Maybe what you said about the other country has something to do with it.

An exotic hero who sensed in the heart of a big brown man laughs cously, even though he hasn't made it into words or telepathy.

"As a gentle Henruda hero," like I said, "I'm particularly angry."

"Just now..." In a safe place. "

"It's a hit, Grandor McGaffin."

If this is Netuark, say "bigo".

I hear the continuation, thinking that there are many parts that make me feel similar, and just a little relieved that I can show different sides as well.

"Henruda and sub-knocks, though not so poor, are neither vast nor fertile in agricultural land as Cerisanseum.

Especially to make crops, because the soil is dry and lean, it's hard to make them a little fertile first.

It's not as dry as it used to be in the countryside, but I've never been able to rub it with water.

It still is in the countryside '

A little dark-haired hero recounts his old days.

'So I guess the Selisanceum farmers have had a lot of difficulty making the crops that geologically similar henrudas and subknocks struggle to grow, but it's not interesting to me personally that there's a difference in value for money.

In that case, if crops grown diligently in their own country visit "the land loved by the goddess", they are massive in fertile land, without being frightened by the plague of plants.

Besides, it was tasty and cheap.

He said he would export it cheaply to foreign countries.

It may be a thankful suggestion for those who live their lives without being involved in crops.

But what happens to the position of those who live rooted in the land?.

Sure, it was hard to live and it could be tough, but it was "normal."

There was discipline that was in it, and there was culture and technology that was cultivated because of that.

... If they say "outdated sensibilities," that's what happened.

But don't know that some people's lives have changed because of the excess richness of a stable and stable country, and there are people who live relaxed.

I don't know what else to do, but at least I want you to know that there are people out there who are defending their country.

From me, the heroes of Celisanceum are too popular. "

Quietly many words are spoken, and anger containing voidness and thirst is hidden.

Do you mean trade friction after all?

When it comes to "favorites," I just don't say it, and it's also a source of discontent that was in my people.

So for now, don't touch it there, I dared to put the part of Henruda's heroic roughness in my mouth that seemed to increase.

'Oh, you know the hard word. After all, heroes need to be smart, too.'

If you only picked up the word, it's bright and flat, but the voice that tells it is flat compared to that of an exotic hero before.

"Farmers who were pressed and rubbed by that friction and to the extent that only a daily meal could be managed were likely to stop standing and become a family scatter.

I wonder if such powerless settlers and clans are quite good for the ends of the country.

In order to manage to prevent family separation, we managed to use a technology that had been cultivated for a long time, and the story came together about putting out "water" first.

In the meantime, as long as the water comes out, there will be no rubbing, and I can have time to settle down and think.

Even water extraction is quite a heavy labor.

However, the effort to dig water is difficult even to twist out such a margin and time for farmers who are finally spending every day.

So I searched for a way to dig in a short time.

Then we succeed in working with subknocks, which are also neighboring countries, with similar problems, to create tools to dig up wells without using as much manpower as possible.

However, it needed a great power.

Of course, it was made assuming its power, so it was only a matter of injecting that great force into its tools. '

Therefore, the amount of thunder spirits filled in the part of the garment named "Vajra" increased at once.

"It is forbidden by law to roll out lightning magic even though it is unnecessary because it is highly capable of killing."

"This energy, it's really strong, but so far, nature's" threat "is famous, it's avoided, and it's useless, so it's a waste."

I find myself "overlapping" with the words of Netsuruk, who was inadvertently speaking about the Spirit of Thunder, and the stories told by exotic heroes, staring at exotic heroes who go quietly rough.

'What motivates me was a force that was originally treated as a threat in nature.

But if the mechanism was simple and there was a lot of spiritual talent, it was found at one point that even children could evoke it.

What more do you care if there's a time when a child can do better with the Spirit?.

So, I went ahead and cooperated because I was a child and I was glad that it would help adults to recognize me.

Especially since Henruda had a culture of respect for adults at its root, and if the water came out, we wouldn't have to go to a remote place to get water anymore, it was positive '

Henruda's hero tells the story of his childhood, which I'm sure he will miss.

But what's included in that nostalgia is a regret that makes my heart rough and cold every time I remember it.

If the story he's telling is, "It worked out," he'd be born if he'd gone back to the country. When the baby was about to grow up to be a child.

If it's true, it could have been the kind of story I wanted to brag about as a father's childhood.

But Grandor observed that the story now being told was also a story of "tragedy" that could not be revealed to children without perhaps some major event.

(First, I know how it ends, but it's hard)

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

"The voices of military officials with such ideas and those involved in sorcery have risen in most countries."

"I agreed (because I did) with every letter of reply to be careful with the treatment of thunder spirits."

Before Grandor uses the Spirit of Thunder for the "first time", the anecdotes Arsen tells us are also linked to the stories told by the brunette hero.

One casualty after the other continues out of control.

"The public use of the Spiritual Arts of Thunder became decisive in establishing a law that would prohibit the use of thunderbolt across countries by conducting an experiment and getting involved in the accident..."

(Continuing this story, this Henruda hero has something to do with it, no, maybe one of the "parties")

"because of the tragedy of many young children being sacrificed."

"The power of the Spirit of Thunder was truly awesome, even though it was relatively easy to collect.

So to move the machine, there were nearly 10 children who were good at spirituality, and the first 3 or so were used.

So Henruda and the subknock technicians made the machine work beautifully and successfully dig out the water.

But... '

"Thunder passes through the water."

The Spirit of Thunder was already gathered in the part of the ornament that could be called Vajra, when Grandor had already blown away his armor earlier.

No more, I called out thinking it was good not to talk, but Henruda's hero continues the story.

"Oh, where I rejoiced that water had come out of the machine that began to move, I turned away the control of the power of the great power, the power of the Spirit of Thunder.

But at that time, we were all glad the water came out.

"This will keep my family and family apart."

- That's about it, that black one blows up enough.

Now, clearly no more, Grandor spoke up so that the exotic hero would not hunt himself down.

The heart of Henruda's hero is quietly and harshly rough.

"You've already guessed a lot about that mouthful.

Then you can hang out with me.

I don't have someone I can talk to right now.

I'm pretty much in the military sync where I can call you "friends," but I have someone inside who can tell you this story.

If I did talk about the situation or something, I guess you'd understand.

It's tough to talk about a dozen children being killed while bathing in the water in a well dig and losing control of the thunder spirits beyond joy. "

'... have you taken that responsibility and become a soldier of the country?

I'm sure there's no place for this man in the country where he's already dug that well.

Maybe even being given a name as a contraindication is lying low.

Such places overlapped with the heroes of Henruda to his uncle, who had gone to King's Capital in anticipation of the McGaffins.

(Perhaps if I gave my name, I would know that there are still people who would be hurt)

That's why "Henruda's Hero" doesn't like to talk about his name.

"Take responsibility or nothing, I think I've given the country some help and shelter.

When I realized it, I slept in a medical facility in the King's Capital of Henruda with a bandage-wrapped roll.

I found it strange as a child that I wasn't in a position to say "I want to go home".

From then on, I was brought up as a delicacy that seemed to apply only to the "hero" mechanism proposed by the Prime Minister of Cerisanseum, who is healthy.

Whatever cause and effect is forbidden across the country, the magic of Henruda's sage can be used as a stunt. "

Grandor's reckoning that he was accustomed to the treatment of the Spirit of Thunder was a hit.

"So, using this power as the most troublesome heroic conflict of Celisanceum, I was forged.

Without just using it, though the invasion strategy has become a grandfather.

And then again, because of this character, I can't even talk to most people who think that there's nothing dark behind me because they think of me as a "bright good guy."

Just like Grandor, the hero of Celisanceum, who is bright and languid and wears the mask of the ho-human on whom he is relied upon,

An exotic Henruda hero also plays himself, without giving his name, who is being asked for a good man with a bright horn on his raven, required by his country and friends.

"... did I tell you that there is an overlapping part with the exotic hero hall?"

The Spirit of Thunder gathered in the midst of Vajra had exceeded enough when Grandor was gathering.

I was able to blow enough of the black squirrels that spread in front of me already, and it seemed like enough to get to where Maple was sleeping.

"Oh, and Grandor McGaffin, hating is not enough, that sequined strass"

When the name was given, the Spirit of Thunder, which until then was shaped straight like an arrow, bends exactly like a lightning bolt.

If you confronted him without knowing anything, Grandor stares at a dark-haired hero with a temperament face that seems to cry out of fear.

"... like nothing" the last finishing touches, "sometimes we put his name out in front of the eagle to maximize the power of the thunder spirits."

"... I'm sorry, I haven't been able to talk to you in a long time," I'm glad. "I feel relaxed.

If my heart on the string was loose to release the "arrow," you shouldn't.

But it's been a long time since I've seen enough thunder spirits gathering to make arrows bend this far.

From now on, the name of that drooling-eyed boy isn't something a smart guy would do in front of Grandor McGaffin.

So, it's time to block my ears.

- Let's pick up Maple Iberis. '

Attach the "Vajra" with the dominant hand on the left arm to the arm that had been raised horizontally from the shoulder since the beginning of collecting the Spirit of Thunder.

The figure is just the opposite, left and right, but it also resembled a woman who thinks like her sister putting up a weapon.

And he remembers the similarity between the weapon and the "volume" of the thunder.

"... does the hero hall of Henruda not have to wear earplugs?

'I've already planted it in my ear, so don't worry about it.

Nevertheless, the corner became so powerful that there was nothing in the name of the move, so long as you didn't get away with it. "

"How about Indra?"

It was definitely on Vajra's side that my old friend had, I remember it as some kind of name.

If Henruda's hero is used to the handling of thunder spirits this way, it's easier to explain when something happens, with a name that he decides to use as a move "to come".

Purely so, Grandor had the name "Indra" in his mouth that impressed him as an analogy, enough that he wouldn't be an obstacle to the other if he were to give an opinion.

But to the name of the moves he casually suggested, the brunette hero raises both eyebrows.

"Oh, something good, that!

He remains sharply eyed to interrupt his concentration to deal with the thunder spirits, but he feels more than he did in the words spoken by the young man of the big brown man.

"Indra" or something sounds good and looks great!.

Oh, if it's my son who's born home, than the name of the move anyway!.

Thanks! Grandor McGaffin '

"What?! The hero of Henruda, in the name of the child! Will you give me a minute? '

The man who gets laid day after day also panics because he really only put some "noun" word in his mouth as appropriately as he could, which was in the book that Netsuruk had.

"The name is, you know, the parents put on the child's happiness and all kinds of thoughts, right?!

Shaw himself was a good uncle in the family, and his beautiful junior was a hero. His father said he wanted to wear it if he had a family one day.

Grandor, who can't imagine having a child, calls the "noun" that he appropriately speaks of, perhaps as the name of a child who is a hero of another country.

And not long after we met, what the opponent, if poorly, might have fought as an enemy nation, appropriately said.

Above all, if Grandor was given the name he casually uttered, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the child.

"- Grandor McGaffin, earplugs, keep your eyes closed"

But before he utters an objection, the exotic hero releases the "string" that captures the thundering spirits accumulated ahead of the ones planted on Vajra.

The spiritual art of thunder, which Grandor had just performed for the first time, was now refined by a familiar exotic hero with an outfit called Vajra, and released as if it were an arrow.

The arrow of thunder explodes and rushes through at the speed of light, falling towards the black beam in the direction of the side.

"...... eh"

(Shit, I'm fucked)

When you are a leading must-have, don't even think about it, bring the exquisite wave of "momentum" to your own pace and make it the flow you want to keep going.

Even if it is.

"Because Grandor McGaffin cared about the name he had in mind, I'd use it for my own children."

Follow the instructions to the best of your ability from now on, realizing that this exotic hero is really a person who has been set up against Netsuark Saxophone.

(... Fast!)

He blocked his ears and closed his eyes, but the speed of thunder "his eyelids didn't chase him. Again, his vision is snatched white so that he can stick to his eyes by" light ".

The awesome sound penetrates to make no sense at all, even if it blocks the ear hole with brown fingers that can be successfully likened as thick or with the muscles and bones in it.

But hearing sounds and being able to stand on one's own feet means it's still better this time.

When Grandor released the Spirit of Thunder earlier to clear the black cloud, he was struck by the impact, and the part that commanded the sense of equilibrium also came into play, and something unusual happened.

And the beginning and end of two exotic heroes asking their juniors to shelter them, not even realizing that they had come to pick up Celisanceum's hero.

But at least this time, I feel a little far away, but my ears are sure to capture the sound.

Because the vision was delayed in closing the eyes, there was still an overall whitening area, but the "black color" that had covered the scenery of this place until earlier was no longer visible.

The black one means it's clear.

If you slowly removed the fingers that were blocking your ears, there is a form that floats in the white world to the figure of a person.

Eventually I knew that the feeling of color would return in my sight to the shape of a white man as if he were painting it over thinly.

"It's been a long time since I've had a" big deal, "so I can't see my ears anyway.

I can't see anything, it's white.

Grandor McGaffin, you were okay because you'd show signs, right?.

How about you? Is there anywhere I can't go?

The sound of Henruda's hero reached Grandor's ear with certainty, even though it felt heard from afar.

"I have no vision, no ears, but I can use it."

If you've moved your body and walked over to Henruda's hero, there's no particular modulation or glitch.

I'm fine with this.

- I can take Maple home with me.

"Do you want me to pick you up?... Don't laugh if I walk freakishly, Grandor McGaffin.

After lightning, it's always hot. "

In the still whitened vision, perhaps because of the use of great sorcery, while maintaining Vajra, if it is made from the previous heroes of Henruda, it begins to progress in a largely uncomfortable foothold.

Don't worry, I can't tell you about people.

Then she began to turn to where she was sleeping.

If a white flower garden with an exotic hero feels the illusion of being everywhere, but raises his gaze, he immediately sees the white abyss and finds that it is not limitless.

And if you saw it at your feet, the white flowers were still blooming.

The number of blooming flowers doesn't seem to have changed, even though I've run across old friends I've tied up so far and used a big thunder move about twice.

However, it is certain that there are "many scattered flowers", and among the white and blurry visions, only those that have lost their petals and become yellow and green flower columns (kachu) can be confirmed if they stare well.

(Even if there are too many flowers scattered, they are hidden with flower petals that are blooming)

Even though nothing was wrong, the fact of why was shooting a small shadow in Grandor's heart.

As if, no matter how scattered, there is certainly a mind that is about to be engulfed in indescribable nothingness by the fact that there are immediately substitute flowers blooming.

'Oh, yeah.

As for my name, Grandor McGaffin cared about the proper thing, but I didn't think it was that appropriate. "

"... yes, is it?"

The shadow in his heart can be retreated to Russia by the words called by the full name of an exotic hero suddenly speaking in a bright voice.

I don't know why, but at least I'm surprised to notice that the darkest part has been dispelled with wonder, "even if it's scattered, there are some similar replacements".

I remember hearing about Indra, too.

The story of that exotic hero still resembled that of an old friend of mine who had the longest relationship.

Though it sounds a little unwieldy, it is evidence that I am still talking in my mouth.

I try my best not to make mistakes.

However, if Netsuerk Saxfawn is interested in reading in a book, he remembers everything and can answer immediately.

He seemed unfaithful, and the fundamental thing that could behave that way was the information he worked hard to cultivate and gather during his living time.

Henruda's hero and old friend Netourk seem similar and different, and there is no such thing as which is better and which is worse.

I may have as much power as I can against an old friend, but it's not the same.

That overlapped with the appearance of the white flowers that had been scattered earlier.

There is no substitute for any fellow heroes for Grandor, although there may not be a great deal of difference in what he does not know well.

Either way, this hero or Netuk doesn't seem to be compatible with me.

The dark haired hero continues to speak without even knowing that he had cleared the shadow of such a Grandor.

"- Surely the real" Vajra "was treated with thunder as a weapon too, so I didn't look at him from what I just talked about, a vulgar trauma.

To put it simply, I didn't really remember it because I seriously didn't study around there.

So I remembered thanks to Grandor McGaffin for coming.

Surely Indra was using Vajra as a weapon, God's name. '

When they said that, Grandor also made sure that what was in the corner of his memory was caught up, and remembered the reason for the name he had spoken.

'Oh, yeah! I also had such a sentence next to Vajra because I was just sparing time reading a book that Netsuerk had.

I don't remember, but I remember explaining it like that. '

Being a hero doesn't really take that aspect too seriously, either, because he's a big brown man, although he can argue that he's asked for a lot of "wit," but he's also not going to be a history teacher.

"Vajra or Vajra Pestle, it was more interesting in shape than in name, so I looked at it, and I just covered the letter beside it as the name of the thunderous spiritual art earlier."

So I thought "just fine" and felt it.

'All right, then, what if the hero of Celisanceum inspired me to come up with the name of God, who is close to our country? Besides, I might let you inherit this vajra I use if it was my son who was born.

Yeah, this is a name, it's a great place to stay. For these reasons, Grandor McGaffin wouldn't mind either, would he?

"Can't you really scratch the edge with the eagle to name the son of the hero of Henruda?

When I laughed bitterly, I rode the wind and a smell quite familiar on the battlefield reached Grandor's nostrils.

To the smell, Grandor pulled up all of his laughter from the bitter laughter that was floating, and the exotic hero looked again.

"Oh, still, and the name that comes into being, if it's a girl, she wanted to hear Maple Iberis' opinion."

At the end of the gaze of the two heroes, yet to be seen clearly, a beautiful red colour floats in the midst of interruptions as the flower gardens float.

"She also hangs out with a lot of Netuark, and she knows things.

If it's my daughter, I'll leave it to my daughter-in-law to decide what to name. But when it came to my name, I was wondering if I would be proud to be involved with a hero who struggled to solve it during a catastrophe in the world, even when it was growing up for a child. "

I was ignorant and a child, I just didn't want to leave my family or my buddies, and I thought that would be all I could do with "water," but I did something irrevocable with that extension.

Because I'm sure children would be happier to have involved a fine hero and someone recognized by the rest of the world, although in other countries, than the name given by the father who made such a mistake.

"... I think it would be okay for me to have a name that my father thought so hard about, even if I didn't know the guidelines because of my childhood and I lost my people and friends in an accidental accident.

Or if you're going to be a father with that "obstinate" gut, you're going to be snagged by the woman lying here. "

Once again, Grandor tells him so, reflecting his breathless best friend in front of him in his earth-colored eyes.

"So you will encourage your own companion, who specializes in manipulation, to spin words that may also be poisonous for some of your listeners, to inspire the hero hall of Henruda."

And now that the invasion strategy is over, I can easily imagine celebrating the exotic hero who saved my beautiful junior's predicament on the battlefield without looking around anymore.

"... what, you're at the end of the day, this red-haired sister?"

Henruda's hero noticed that the murder weapon that took Maple's life was the weapon of a man whose eyes and hair had crossed blades several times.

But I can't believe that a man named Netsuerk tried to kill a woman (one) who was going to greet her companion until she tried to assassinate the king of her country. Like the heroes of Celisanceum, I can't believe it.

"In the meantime, from what I've seen, I'll tell you everything. Wow -"

"Oh, it's nice to meet you"

I also share my opinions with Henruda's heroes, including the tests Grandor did earlier with Arsen.

In the course of that explanation, he was also carrying out the almost identical operation carried out between the two heroes of Cerisanseum earlier, as well as the hero with dark hair.

The end of the explanation is tightened by Henruda's hero and the subknock's hero candidate after Grandor blew them with the Spirit of Thunder in order to escape with his best friend because he was being chased by a black one.

- I don't care about Maple's weapon.

"Oh, because it is also the mother's view of His Majesty the King now.

If I could, I'd like to take it home, but I can't find it. '

In this Grandor reply, the exotic hero deliberately looks back from the state in which he is succumbing and quantifying the remains of Maple, waving his arms up from his elbow wide enough to deny the "area of concern".

'No, no, "not there".

Uh, I'm sorry it's been like a hassle twice, but could you tell me about when you noticed "black" again?. Yeah, uh, I was inspired to meet me and the blue dripping eyed kid, the second time he's black for Grandor McGaffin.

How did you even notice that?

I try to scratch up my brunette forehead to contain it, and my gaze turns to the laying maple, while I ask Grandor.

Is this the time to "notice"?. Oh, yeah, well, what I noticed was... '

"What?"

"Grandor, you also heard - Grand!?"

"Gran, stay away from Maple."

If it weren't for that voice, I wouldn't have noticed.

"Arsene noticed when she was searching for Maple's whip, and she called on me."

If I had thought about it now, Grandor would surely have been taken in by that call and not by that black one.

If it hadn't been for Henruda's hero saying it, I probably wouldn't have realized that I wouldn't feel comfortable when I got back.

'That means you have to ask pretty boys around here.

I have no choice. So, all I know is that for the first time, it sounded like an unidentified sound and a thunderous spiritual technique like me and Grandor McGaffin did, but I was helped, right?

The exotic hero asks the hand that was on his forehead, now on his mouth, trying to raise his forehead.

Asked by a dark-haired hero, now that I think back, I still remembered another unidentified voice that was echoing in Grandor so that I could connect.

"I don't know how!"

At least, Arsen, just this girl.

Whose voice was that?

"Yes, it will be the first time."

And after sheltering Alsen, the power that blew me black, so as to break the situation.

"A loud sound like thunder," a move like the shockwave (sonic boom) commonly used by Grandor McGaffin, though unidentified, but as powerful as that.

I'm worried that it's not the same time, it's separate. "

(Oh, I forgot to mention the color of silver about the shock wave (Sonic Boom).)

When I told her about it later, I thought that Grandor himself had some questions that arose, so I asked her.

"... does Henruda's hero know the magic of manipulating" the bullet of fire "with its incredible sound?

Grandor has also heard about the search for and retrieval of a weapon called a "gun" that his old friend Netsuark Saxfawn asked for from his master.

'Hmm? With the awesome sound, the magic of the fire that comes out?. What, you're saying that that awesome sound was similar to that?

Seeing this reaction, I suspect that Henruda's hero has apparently never come across a weapon called a "gun".

(This may have speeded up the judgment.

Netuark also didn't have the ambience to look for "guns" in a stand-out manner, and I have to delude him.)

"No, a mercenary of a woman I know uses such magic, but there's no way she's here."

"Well, a" woman "mercenary I know...?

The exotic hero reacts like never before and looks up at Grandor, but the big brown guy is thinking about how to delude himself about the "gun" and hasn't noticed the reaction.

The exotic hero stands up while retaining that unusual reaction, observing Grandor McGaffin, but the big brown man is still unaware.

And without realizing it, continue explaining "mercenary woman".

"It's very special magic, just as dangerous as thunderous spirituality. What is it?

So, aside from that girlfriend, I'm looking for that user for a reason that there should only be one more person in this world.

... Please, did you?

Grandor, regarded as "naturally in good health," also gradually realized that after finishing his explanation for deception, he had a slightly too deep gaze of interest from an exotic hero.

"Something tells me I'm a mercenary to a woman I know. Is it really more of a parent thing?

In the expression of intimacy, I immediately realized that I was suspected of a relationship that was often misunderstood.

"No, I don't know..."

I try to describe it as "someone like my sister," and I think about it.

(This Mitsuhito is close to the subknock and possibly the sequin strass)

Then maybe you know how my sister "Ginia McGaffin" was murdered.

And if you told her that you lay a female mercenary named Eliphas Zaheto on her sister.

I can't help it, but I can't compare it. The feeling of being tough gets into my mind.

"Brother?"

I hear a double voice and I don't know which is which.

(To me, Ginia is undoubtedly my sister. Eliphas, likewise, has feelings for her sister.

Although -)

I don't think I can convince you of that by telling the real "who knows my sister's final death".

Especially that blue-dropping eyed boy, I'm sure, comes to mind as he turns his contempt gaze, even though he thinks "I'm sorry" to himself: Grandor McGaffin.

"Hyah, your brother-in-law will soon find a replacement for Zinnia."

He stares at himself with pitiful blue eyes as someone who once again scorned but truly loved "Ginia McGaffin".

"Even if I had all the blame for your sister Ginia's death, would you immediately find a replacement for your sister and forget?"

If the voice I don't even want to hear is repeated beautifully in my head and I leaned over unexpectedly, I have an earlier conscious "white flower".

Flowers in bloom.

Flowers scattered.

If I saw it now, I did have a mind of my own that would look like a "flower that hasn't changed much in any condition."

No, you're not.

Grandor can't speak to two women (one) who feels confident and like her sister because of the "same and different" thoughts she had with her best friends.

Because my sister is really just Ginia McGaffin.

Because I don't think of the existence of Eliphas Zaheto as a substitute.

Never look at the dignity of two people in a substitute for one another with similar objects.

Grandor spits an irrevocable word out of his mouth, even though he doesn't know what he feared so much.

"Oh, Henruda's hero, as you can see, the mercenary is my" lover. "

That's what I was saying.

Hearing the reply "lover," an exotic hero who would be a "father" if this investigation was completed laughed, not thinking about anything else.

"Well, if you're home, why don't you propose to her?"

I went home alive in the corner, so I thought I'd be a family. "

With that said and a smile shaped, I stare at Maple lying back at Grandor again.

I stared behind an exotic hero in the sudden word "propose".

'Well, I'm losing my best friend in these ways, but I don't feel like doing that.

Plus, it's like replacing a dead maple, and I don't want to lose someone important, so I feel forced to brace myself around the bondage of family. '

While pretending to be flat, I managed to return the lack of commonality.

But it's a big mess in my mind.

That's really what I've already done, the feeling of meeting my shallow behavior of overlapping my sister with others, opposite the exposed.

Without worrying about Grandor's feelings or anything, an exotic hero tells his theory.

As far as I'm concerned, I think, "If there's a lover at a time like this, it's better to keep the edge tied." At least you'll feel safe around you.

Some people are relieved to see their weaknesses, that is, they want to stay connected in a way. Also, if the name is spread to "public" like us, you should be quite careful about such things. This is like my sacrifice, though. "

"I don't even know the opinion of paying public attention, but what about showing weakness?

Besides, Washi and her lover are not that obvious, like Netsuruk and Maple.

'Cause normally, if there was a time together, it would be as much about us spending our days together.'

That's the relationship where you can spend a really cozy time together, like spending time in a boarding house with a real family and eating and talking to the public when the time is right.

"So I don't feel like proposing anymore."

It's never a substitute for my sister, it's a pleasant relationship, and the feeling that it's okay to stay like this is overwhelming.

I remember the lovers who were closest to me, even though I replied unwillingly to the proposal.

In terms of being human, rather than comparing it to weakness, Netsuerk was making a brilliant presentation of being with his lover.

In front of a man named Maple, an old friend never showed anyone before, where he was being honest with his feelings.

While her lover was pulled around by the feeling of being too naked, she scolded her for going too far, but felt grateful for her feelings of liking it.

And Grandor and his beautiful junior were certainly reassured by the quarrel but friendliness between that Netsuark Saxfawn and Maple Iberis.

"... I have the" priors "I mentioned earlier, so I was worried about them.

I wonder if I'll spend my whole life alone trying to redeem the friends I've killed.

A lot of people thanked me for that concern.

So I'm in this incredible position of, "Don't be happy, but don't be unhappy."

"I know how it feels to be the same hero."

"Heroes" is just killing people in battle, even if they're deluded by beautiful words. "

The words once spoken to Yunfo Crocchus, by Anglekham Padrick, four heroes of peace, his deputy.

Yunfo was a military school-age mentor for this Grandor and Netuark, the guardian of Arsen, Anglekham's son, and had told the young people who would be recognized by the country as heroes not to forget this word.

"Admittedly," in a sense, "watchful" is the same thing.

So, usually one behavior that gets flushed becomes a "rumor" that uses itself as a criterion for judgment from the outside.

And if it were to carry the easy word "hero" to 10,000 people, bad rumors would flow and spread faster than good rumors.

Even worse, when good rumors spread too far, they create jealousy and seclusion in some people's worlds.

So, if you're going to be recognized as a "hero" as much as you can, and you're going to do your part, you're going to have to make a big deal out of it, except for the activities that are required of you. As a hero, the country may need you.

But don't forget that people who are close to you are not heroes, but people - don't make it impossible. "

Remembering those words, he asks the hero, "You can't be happy, but you can't be unhappy".

"Will my companions be relieved when I propose to the mercenary woman?

Though the most important premise to think about is "the feelings of the person who is going to propose."

If you know the woman (one) and Grandor McGaffin, don't worry.

If you're a family and you have a relationship that's not weird, it's generally better to do it right. '

"He who knows the relationship between the eagle and him..."

Look forward. If you know, Alsen asked Maple, lying in a flower garden, to take Netuark back first now.

"What, did this red sister know?.

Then it would be unfortunate - because this sister is the one who accepted to be the companion of that Netsurk. '

If you grumbled as if talking to a living maple in a public tale, give in again and check the condition of the two knives piercing her chest.

- If I did, I'd start thinking about how I could take Maple Iberis home "unharmed" any more.

If it's true, I guess I'll have to take him home "as is", but the two heroes have been tested, so if I can, I'm piercing my chest, I want to take my lover's weapon and leave him.

Besides, if you took him home in this state, it wouldn't be strange to give the impression that even the slightest glimpse "the hero killed the hero".

That's all I want to avoid as a "knowledgeable" Henruda hero and Netuark Saxfawn.

"Oh, yeah, I hope I stopped and hardened the area near the wound in the form of a knife."

Then I noticed a celisanceum hero with no movement, and if I looked back, I lay low, staring at the maple lying down.

Apparently, I raised a small brow, guessing that the words I casually uttered bothered the big brown man more than I expected.

Then he speaks to a hero slightly younger than himself, careful not to touch the "lady" body.

"Whatever it is, Maple Iberis will support Grandor McGaffin if he chooses to marry, even if he thinks he's lost."

With that said, he puts his hands on the area where the knife is pierced, particulates the ice spirits, and begins to freeze the wound.

'So, if you've made a mistake, if you want to start over, do it the way you did Grandor McGaffin. I don't know how they feel about looking for a hero, but why don't you just think about what it's like to be the guy who sees you as his buddy and best friend?

"... companion or best friend"

One of my dearest best friends has died for no reason, and my longest dating old friend has seen what that best friend looks like and my heart is probably going broke.

And the one remaining was diligently trying to protect that fellow, including Grandor.

If you try Grandor, your old friend mourns me by mourning his partner, as if he had lost two best friends at the same time.

"Is it still best to propose to me to not lose any more..."

No more, my sister, my best friend, I don't want to mourn.

(Even if you don't have feelings of love, if you create a bondage called family, if you don't have to mourn this relationship, I will)

Nothing, without tying the shape, with a best friend who thinks like just a sister in his family.

I used to do terrible things, so now I want to protect anything. In connection with staying my best friend,

If something happens, if you're going to have a relationship that you're going to break right away, you might want to forcefully create a bond with your family in advance. If you start to think that, you won't be able to stop that idea.

(You can still tie it to a family relationship)

That feeling, dark and heavy, slipped softly into the gap between the dry, ground-breaking hearts of the big brown man.

'Oh, I'll tell you what, I just moved on, and it's not about "hurry."

Besides, even if you're in a relationship, it's not always okay to reply, so don't get ahead of yourself, Grandor McGaffin. '

"Oh, that's okay, wow."

I remember the words of a woman (one) when she met her "who thinks like her sister" with a calm expression in her brown face, deserving of being called a good man.

"Okay, Grandor of the Great Sword, then." I'll help you. "

She said she could help me.

Grandor, are you okay?

Henruda's hero was talking when he stopped calling Grandor by his full name, "because it sounds good" until now.

Something's wrong.

I'm convinced of that feeling now that I've had less than an hour since I came to this place.

(Can't fit, better collect the remains of Maple Iberis and get out of this place quickly)

I recall the advice I received from the gray-haired sage of Celisanceum, wrapped in a red and black coat before coming to this place.

"I can't compare it well, but if Henruda's hero is in a situation where he feels" no ", then try to get him out of the place where he's headed as quickly as possible.

However, it will probably behave differently before Subknock's drooping eyed boy.

Perhaps we will return a few of our country's heroes with a sickle. "

It was spinning words as if I had foreseen the present situation.

'At that time, you should use the Spirit of Thunder before you return. Then we'll set up a plan to open up our choices from this side, and then we'll pick you up immediately. "

Though the Spirit of Thunder is in a different way than planned, we used it earlier, so we should be taking action (action) to pick it up on the other side as well.

It is also deduced from the phrase "opens the door" that it takes time.

(Perhaps being in "this place" longer than sequins and me means there's a limit to Grandor McGaffin in many ways...)

The big brown man hero of Celisanceum looking back and staring looked unchanged on the surface.

"… what is wrong with the hero hall of Henruda?

(Ningro, calm down)

But I'm also curious that it returns.

However, I don't think I have time to ask any more questions about such matters on this occasion.

(I guess "these things" belong to the category that Netuark Saxfawn originally follows or is in charge of...)

I'm right beside myself, staring at Maple with his chest pierced and lying with a knife.

And if I remember the drooping eyes and the figure of the colored man that the beautiful boy took home, I can also think of a situation that is not very much possible.

I don't think I can do that for the time being.

'No, it's nothing. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna pull a Netuk knife out of Maple's body.'

(If I can get some time, I'll talk to you.)

Though I am sorry for the exchanger who became my wife and regret that I will be late to meet my child who has been born, I complain that I should do something here.

"Do you have anything to twist the knife out of? Why are you taking a boulder full of blood?"

I was just going to pick you up, so I have plans to fight, but I didn't bring any gear or anything like that when I was on an expedition.

'Really? Then give me something appropriate...

Oh, well, then the rope was used by the Netsurk guy earlier.

I'm sorry, but would you use your stuff to stabilize Maple's body? "

A low good voice, calm and calm, even in front of the remains of my best friend.

However, I can't even feel the calm I'm wearing based on the experience that the voice I'm making right now has cultivated.

(The only thing I can think of is "quiet before the storm")

"Do you mind if I do this?"

"Oh, thank you"

Perhaps I will be given and received a cloth folded in a triangle used for rescue.

I don't see any place that would jeopardize the Grandor's style.

(In the meantime, let's pull the knife out of the maple. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble when you get home)

I want to pick at least a few things that are likely to be a source of anxiety to reduce.

'Okay, then, let's pull it out!

The wound's blood and shape were perfectly cooled and hardened by magic earlier.

Even if you pull out the knife, there will be no more blood coming from her body.

(I want to know, if Netuk didn't kill him with his "lover's weapon," he doesn't have a taste, he's too bad. - Hmm?)

Kneel over the soil in the flower garden in an attempt to finally pull out the Netsurk knife.

But the feeling conveyed to the knee felt over the clothes was not earthy.

(This is… something, something "stringy" …?. Oh, if you say so)

I remember Grandor explaining the story that "Maple Iberis' weapon" was gone and I was looking for it.

(I think Grandor McGaffin may have changed his mind because, hey, I let him breeze and talk extra about his girlfriend)

From what I've seen, I feel like I've caused a lot of trouble.

Reflecting on the extra things I did, I reach under my knees, possibly "Maple's Whip."

(I was searching for her weapon, and the extension turned out to be a terrific "sound story," and...)

On my hand, the moment I felt I touched the whip, I touched some signs - "killing".

With your knees in the same position, turn your torso back.

Then, repeatedly, the "zung" thrust shock behind the right eye and the burning pain that spreads from it snaps inside the head.

The scene that I had seen so far slightly shifted to the "left" side, and I felt pain and surprise when my right eye stopped functioning.

(... WHAT?!)

Even in pain, calmly grasp your situation.

It's like lurking your breath and hiding, and you can see there's something black - "dark" - from under the remains of a maple.

(... cat?)

With that hand slightly touching the whip of the jaw, he let the white petal dance, keeping the eyes where the blood erupted, and fell straight behind him.

"Henruda's!?

Grandor, who doesn't know his name, calls him by his country name, and at the next moment the pain hits back.

(Oh, pity)

I try to wake up my body immediately, but my body doesn't move well to see if the damage to my eyes is deeper than I think it is.

I can see the cloudy sky, falling on my back, with scattered white petals entering everywhere.

Whatever it is, it's totally, totally been decided.

When my right eye doesn't function anymore, I can see that even if I suppress it with my palm in the right eye area, I don't feel movement inside it, and my vision doesn't flutter.

The gloves are stained with blood, and the heat is transmitted through them, making the thought spin with the pain.

(In the meantime, it's good to have the sequins and the beautiful boy back first.

Later, as long as you take the surviving Grandor McGaffin home, you can keep your face as Henruda)

"Why," again?! "

With Grandor's upset voice, the exotic hero masters that "black" is once again out.

'Come on, I'll pull it!

During the next time I tried to get up, I was grabbed by the back collar neck, along with the declaration of Grandor's pull.

As it is, it is dragged, and the white petals dance with great vigour again.

'Oh, hey, Gran!

I almost bit my tongue and, calling my name as I endured the pain, I also thought I would be pulled outside the flower garden, but stopped without being dragged a great distance.

Just as the upper body is also awake, the wound is suppressed with the palm and remains intact.

Slightly, she was pulled, and the collar ate into her throat, and the exotic hero repeatedly coughed, but the damaged area also hurt.

Can't you even cough properly?

Where it is bitter, yet again a voice containing confusion comes like a covering from above the pain.

"What do you mean," black "is out of Maple after all?!

With his right eye suppressed by the word, Henruda's hero lifted his face, and indeed a black ox arose around the maple lying, as if to blow out, and began to drift over it.

Stops Grandor from attempting to pull out the great sword on his hips by raising his left hand with Vajra on it that has not suppressed his crushed right eye.

"You shouldn't force me to do this any more"

"But if we don't do this, we have to do something about the maple and the black..."

Monitor the maple with the remaining eyes even while making an opinion so that the brown Celisanceum hero can roar. And...

(... where did the "cat" go earlier?)

I don't see it.

Are you hiding in a flower garden?

I can't find it with my gaze low.

(…… stand up)

Thanks to daily workouts, or just a little, I manage to get up while keeping the right eye area where the bleeding has healed.

'Hey, you can't do it either!

I feel the loss of my right eye in my palm while listening to such words, and my heart is in great haste for a situation where I have come out again.

But the dark cat that was lurking beside the red-haired remains that I glimpsed earlier - and possibly what a cat-like presence is - was also of concern to Henruda's hero once again.

But if you opened your distance, stood up, and looked at it again, you wouldn't be able to find it at all.

You mean you don't have to be hostile to me anymore?

Even if I stared at the left eye, I could not find the presence that appeared to the cat earlier, although it was sometimes thin and drifting.

And perhaps it's that "cat-like presence" that determined my right eye.

(It's just that I was willing to kill him, but he didn't have the purpose to kill me)

However, he had an obvious hostility to the existence of an attempt to touch the maple that became a wreck.

(No, maybe)

"Hey, Grandor McGaffin. Isn't he more likely to think it's happening from where she is than from the analogy that Maple personally gives?

Having said that, he removed his right hand, which had suppressed his eyes, and quickly spread the cloth folded in the triangle, which was meant to wrap the Netuark knife that had become the murder weapon.

"So, Ning Lo, she's like a black lid, so I thought,"

By the time I finished saying that, I tried to keep the spread cloth under control in my right eye area, wrapped it around, and tied the cloth end firmly behind my ear to secure it.

Now some can move.

'I hope it's time for you to pick me up... Or call the Spirit of Thunder again...'

With that said, I stare at the leather gloves where my blood is tender and smack my tongue in a small way in an attempt to plant them in Vajra.

'If you want to call, I'll do it. The hero of Henruda is at rest. "

I'm not saying anything bad, you stop doing it, Grandor McGaffin.

Just say that briefly and stop Grandor from putting his hand on his weapon.

"" Now, "Grandor McGaffin. Then no decent thundering spirits will gather."

……

To wonder and the instructions of this Henruda hero, Grandor makes no objection.

(For once, you know that there is a part of you that is "chigu")

Although it seems to help me with my injured self and make quite a few judgments, I am still in a state of unconstrained (rough) people like Grandor.

"First, gathering the Spirit of Thunder with its great sword would not be conducive to fine tuning.

Mine, fortunately, can finely adjust its power with this little twist. "

Besides, if that cat-like presence is "watching" for anything that tries to touch Maple, now he might come after someone who uses the Spirit of Thunder.

I didn't mean to be hit, but I couldn't say I was surprised by the attack earlier.

(In case Grandor McGaffin gets hurt, a woman would pity her lover...)

But when I came up with the word "pity" in my head, I liked it as a beautiful boy for some reason, a hero of Celisanceum.

With the left eye of the remaining one, he blinks violently at the wonder and surprise, even if the determined right eye area hurts.

(Why? Well, if Grandor McGaffin did get hurt, there's nothing wrong with Alsen Padrick worrying. In the meantime, just the black ones out around the maple...)

Again, set up a trap in Vajra.

(If this clears up just the black one, and we try to bring home just Maple Iberis again, and someone like that cat comes out, that means that my hypothesis isn't wrong.)

Grandor in the back spoke to me earlier.

It's coming from where she is.

It's like a black lid.

probably keep it in my memory.

The idea also came to mind that being like that cat might be a "warning" role, perhaps not to move the maple.

(If I try to clear the black jaws again and touch the maple, I get really killed by that cat-like presence.

Then we can also assume that it was "impossible to take Maple home" to Grandor McGaffin because his life is in danger)

I don't know what the "consequences" are going to be, but I think I can derive that idea.

I don't think it's a bad idea for me to die here.

Even if I'm ready to be a country hero, I honestly haven't been able to have the courage to be a father until I'm guilty of what I've done in the past.

Its rough rubbing feelings quickly begin to summon and gather the Spirit of Thunder.

A little thundering spirit took the form of a particle on the beam and blew it up quickly.

"But when they do that, my Selisanceum's position becomes worse globally. I beg your pardon, but let me interrupt for sure!

"Become!?

Telepathy, which I don't really like about Henruda's hero, echoed in my head, which turned into a sea eye (sesame cancer).

At once, with that surprise, the concentration was interrupted, and the spirits gathered in the

Besides, I immediately understood that it was a "voice" that I had never heard, and that it was "reading my mind".

A boulder, an exotic hero. That's right. I read your mind.

When such a reply echoed again in my head, I noticed a particle of silver drifting around me that I had never seen before.

(Isn't this a spirit?)

"Keep it up, I'll open it right away."

The telepathic sender of hearing the voice of the heart does not answer the question of Henruda's hero.

(From "behind," I heard)

I said I couldn't see it with my right eye, but I looked back in that direction.

At the same time, a shockwave (sonic boom) depicting an arc of silver passes with a strong wind of momentum, so much so that Henruda's hero's brunette habit of turning upside down.

Even the remaining left eye narrowed its eyes unintentionally due to the wind pressure.

"- If I thought Netsurk was out of use, Grandor, were you out of use, too?"

A "voice" of the same quality that is telepathic and echoing in my head, but this time it is transmitted through my ears.

"Dan, no, Your Majesty?!

Grandor, who seemed to be feeling strange, also spoke out as if he had been sane to the sudden emergence of a king of his own country.

Heroes from two countries stand looking back at the king of Cerisanseum as he wears practical gear as well.

The "abyss" of the surrounding air where he stood was white and cracked.