Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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.

This is what you call a "decision opener"?

To Henruda's hero, he understood its meaning, which was made around the space of the young king Selisanceum.

"Well, I don't understand reason.

Until you used my power to do what the wise men of my country said you pulled up earlier. Sure, all I can say is that I've made up my mind. '

That said, I stare at the heroes of other countries without looking at the heroes of my own country.

Both the king of Celisanceum and the hero of Henruda have black eyes on each other's short dark hair.

However, only the young king's left eye under his characteristic crisp brow had a purple color that gave him a soft impression.

(Also, the mind was read. Oh, and did the General of a retired country say that back in the day)

At the time of his retirement, the person in the position of general was once an officer of Henruda's army.

I remember taking part in the performance of the previous god Gloriosa when he became king, and bragging that he met all four heroes of peace and "witches who see through the hearts of men" there.

And the "witch who sees through the hearts of men" continued to boast that in later years it was Trenia Sunflower, who did not stop at the welfare activities of her own country, Cerisanseum, but also influenced other countries and later was now worshipped as the Mother of the Nation.

What was conveyed as the hallmark of that witch were really rare, purple-colored eyes in this world.

And with a single blow, the skill of a whip that crushes a sturdy long table desk for supper, which was being supported for the new king's showdown.

"Well, I'm kind of glad that you know even the skill of your mother's whip is still alive.

You're right, my left eye is the one that picks up and reads the heart of my mother, Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower. "

I remember, one mind after another picked up and read what came to my mind, and I was slightly upset, but the pain in my right eye suppressed it.

Naturally, the word comes to my head along with the word "pain" with pain.

"The hero hall of Henruda, is that right eye okay?

With a crisp brow, he carves a wrinkle between his brows and asks how the heroes of other countries line up.

"As you can see, I can't say I'm satisfied with the five bodies, but it doesn't seem to be enough to die, Your Majesty."

Using all the polite words you can on your own, clasp your shoulders and remove the clasp that made you wear it ahead of Vajra.

'Honestly, that helped. If you used the Spirit of Thunder, you might have hurt her. "

And if you've seen it before - the black one, it was brilliantly clear.

Ahead of following the flower garden, where Henruda's hero was dragged from Grandor, he clearly saw a distant but lying maple.

(I didn't know it was too sudden, but it was a strange force in silver)

I honestly put my doubts to my chest, but the words that came to my mind were not picked up by His Majesty the King of Celisanceum.

Keep going a few steps and stand next to Henruda's hero, staring at Maple with black and purple eyes.

"So, what are we going to do, Your Majesty, Dagger Sunflower, King of Celisanceum?"

'Oh, apparently, my heroes are useless. Instead, I came directly. "

With that said, if I moved my black and purple eyes towards my country's heroes and turned my gaze, it would have dripped.

"Really, Grandor McGaffin and the rest of the Great Sword, you look unusual."

"Sir, I don't have one."

A foreign hero does not pinch the receiving word when the word spoken by his lord, the king, sounds harshly, but is the reversal of so much trust.

But as Grandor McGaffin looked at what he was trying to do, the words of reprimand seem a little harsh to me.

I just wanted to "feel" for the exotic king that I could pick up my heart and read, and take care of the big boy with the brown body.

You don't have to worry about that, Henruda's hero. I mean, it's as tough as I say.

Even if you don't pick up the questions earlier, these feelings will pick up and read. The king raises the eyebrows of those with purple eyes and continues laughing nicely.

The Encouragement Guy Comes Soon

If I told you so telepathically, now the black and purple eyes will be pointed in the direction that Dagger came at the same time.

(Anybody coming this way yet?)

Henruda's hero looks back so he can be caught.

'- I'm afraid, Your Majesty, the word is too much!, I wasn't ready to investigate at this stage!

Beautiful boy! Didn't I pull you up?!

Dagger shows up, coming out of the "open spot," in the form of Arsene jumping out correctly wrapped in scarlet clothes.

But if you look closely, all of his white skin shows signs of treatment when ointment is applied or bandaged.

When Henruda's hero visited the place, he wore white gloves on his bare hands.

However, apparently it did not fit the size and was in a large state of relaxation.

"Your Majesty, in a series of truly unexpected events"

Without answering any of Henruda's heroic words, Arsen was kneeling (kneeling first) before his own master and had begun to give his opinion.

(Apparently, you feel strongly following the king of Celisanceum...)

I can see my mind being read, so if I carefully replace just the end of the words that come to mind, I get a quick reply.

Correct. I'm desperate to avoid being held accountable for my role as guardian. "

After such an exchange, there were new signs again, and the hero who became a ship's eye turned to you.

"Here, son of a horse! You just finished healing your legs.

A voice of an unknown woman with a sound such as "chasing" Arsene enters her ear and turns to her moving left eye to see what it looks like.

There, an elderly woman with silver hair, dressed in the clothes of a magician in the army of Celisanceum, appeared from the "open place".

"Mage Citron Label, just fine. I need first aid for this Henruda hero.

I am truly sorry that you have helped our country's heroes, but apparently, blindness in the right eye is inevitable '

Dagger came after Arsen, calling him to the "rare sorcerer".

Gradually with the word "blind," the gaze of a beautiful boy turns to an exotic hero.

In the right eye, he opens his lips wide with beautiful green eyes in the figure of an exotic hero wrapped around a bloody seeping cloth.

Pull it up first, it shouldn't be that long gone, but the words don't go on in its tragic appearance.

Citron narrowed his eyes slightly, answering that he had figured it out, and proceeded before Henruda's hero.

When the sorcerer says he wants you to remove the cloth that suppresses the wound, the "patient" follows it.

Everyone on the spot stared without distracting themselves from the scars that would reveal themselves after removing the cloth.

"Has this wound sheltered our country's hero, Grandor McGaffin?

If the sorcerer asks, the exotic hero closes his left eyelid and shakes his neck to the side to deny it.

'No, this is a personal "hema," Lord Mage. It's just that if you tried to move the remains of Maple Iberis, maybe it's a wound Grandor McGaffin might have suffered'

In response, the rare magician exhaled his little breath out of his nose, staring at a girl who was far from home, knowledgeable more than once.

'... well, let's treat it then. Don't move.'

I'm extremely sorry to say those words, then point the gaze at the patient who was pointing at Maple.

Then the magician put his palm with the power of healing in his right hand, to the crushed right eye of an exotic hero.

'... listen to me because I'm going to bullshit you now.

The way you say it around the exotic hero hall is similar to our country's Netuk.

So, if you forced me to regain that Netuk consciousness earlier,

♪ I killed Maple myself ♪

"The wind began to rage."

What I didn't know about it was that I was trying to bring home the remains of the maple that was left in this place, the heroes of the two countries, looking at each other.

If you tried to make it two people who were also going to the test, it was only Netsurk's weapon, a knife, that was used to kill Maple.

However, the opinion that there was no way Netsuruk would kill his beloved companion was not on the table with each other, but he was aware of it.

If Grandor turned his gaze to Arsen kneeling before the king, the beautiful junior closed his eyes that had been open until then and nodded sadly deeply.

Two heroes confirm they recognize their bullshit, and then the rare sorcerer continues the story.

"In the end, speaking. That" confession "made me judge it as something of a state of confusion.

Even if you lay your hands on your people, none of that is credible unless you look at the status quo. However, there are a few who have heard the slightly confused confession of Netuk. "

That was the event I most wanted to avoid if I could, and the people in the role of heroes who were concerned about it bit their lips simultaneously.

"I couldn't adjust my magic power, so I was forced to lose consciousness again with the help of the seal that was coming with me and the heroic candidate of Subknock."

"Teacher Azami can contain the nets arc."

'There's that, too, and the drooping eyed boy of the subknock fought well inside.

The clam is an unusual weapon, but I used it, and even if it was insane, I sealed that Netourc move with chains. "

When Grandor reacts powerlessly to Citron's bullshit, he completes the first aid to an exotic hero, the sorcerer tells him without even swinging back.

As soon as I heard the name of the country "Subknock," Grandor shuddered, though small, to constrict his big brown body.

Everyone realizes, including the sorcerer who is turning his back on it.

(King of Selisanceum, I may take extra care of you from another country, but listen to me.

Grandor McGaffin would like to give him a break if he had time to settle down after this investigation)

Heroes who disliked telepathy did not use it only, but put their words to heart by trusting a king with the ability (from my side) to pick up and read their minds.

"Oh, if you've done your part, I'll give you some rest, and I'll give you some thought.

But when I stand as king, I can't use simple words. "

The content sounded a little sad, followed by the voice of the "king".

'Well, shall I tell you some bullshit, too? That's how I found the thunderous spirits making noise while I was treating Netsuruk, so I picked them up straight away. "

After Dagger had finished his explanation, at the end of the first aid, the right hand of the magician, who had been accompanied by Henruda's hero, left.

"Even in my view, my eyes probably won't go back to normal, and I'll have scars on my face"

"It's good, that's how you treat your honor injuries, and it's going to be a good scar."

No more, an exotic hero who does not like the vicious atmosphere continues to laugh frankly as he becomes a stare.

'If you're back in the country, say you've even been hit by a great and ferocious cat, and make it a joke - in this setting, let's keep silence as long as we can keep quiet in the heroic position of

Apparently, it's going to lead to a case of "I wish I hadn't known," and if we decided to talk about it, it's going to be an event in a particular category where we have to be candidates.

However, I can reward His Holiness the Sage and those who will head our country, please note. "

"If you can do that, it'll help."

As Dagger bows his head as king, he laughs bitterly as he wraps the cloth around his eyes again at the end of the first aid.

'I'm bullshitting you, too. Finally, let me tell you something, though I guess I shouldn't be talking about it.

If here, the most stable country, Cerisanseum, leans again, the rest of the world will be restless again.

That's a nasty thing to be waiting for in your new family if you're home.

So this is the opinion of the generals of other countries, but I propose that we cut all investigations here and withdraw temporarily. '

'Oh no, you mean leaving Maple in this place?!

Arsene interrupted to bite the suggestion of an exotic hero who could proceed pale.

"Alsen Padrick, refrain. Henruda's hero's suggestion, most of all.

And as you said confidently, "I wasn't ready to investigate at this stage."

For this reason, it caused a life-long wound to the heroic hall, which became a precious human resource deposited with the aid of a country called Henruda.

Until we are a little ready to grasp the details now, it seems more plausible to stay away from this catastrophe in the world, either as king of Cerisanseum, who made us serve as representatives of the nations'

"Then at least get the maple, and now the black one disappears -"

Citron went in between as Arsen tried to eat down.

"So you weren't listening, son of a horse?. This is what happened to Henruda's hero if he had disappeared and tried to touch the remains of Maple."

"But with no such certainty -"

At the next moment, the sorcerer flattens Arsen, who also tried to devour him.

"What if, to you, a lifetime wound like this hero's remains on the beautiful face of the horse's concession?!.

If he stays, can't you imagine Baltham Padrick crying again when his son becomes a hero and is on his way to corner comfort?!.

Think about your significance as a hero, even though Arsen Padrick's efforts bear the fruit of a corner and his mother's heart returns to a corner!

In the rough tone of "scolding fly" correctly, Citron Label unleashed a bang on the beautiful boy.

'Citron, be modest... rather than "suppress," in this case.

And before we have a man, there's a scratch left, but if there's something you should think about just a little bit about, let's just say one more word for the Lord. "

Hardly retaining his majesty as a "king," he embarrasses the sorcerer, who is also an important human resource in his country.

Working on her own research on a daily basis, she said that she hated politics too much. As a representative of the label family, she would serve in this investigation as a Kingsguard.

Citron, who can use aggressive witchcraft and healing techniques, would be grateful to participate as a Kingsguard, so he would welcome and allow it.

However, Dagger now sees why a magician who is gaining the art of building a wall in his heart would take part in this investigation with any thoughts in his chest.

Even though I am grateful to know that he cared about Balsam, who is my cousin to Dagger, I will continue my role as king.

I don't know the details, but the old sorceress found herself reprimanding the hero of a beautiful boy whose candidate's letter had just been taken. The hero plugged in the obsession.

'What, Your Majesty, king of Celisanceum, do not mind.

Strong - "Strong woman" as long as preferred.

Even if they are of type in sequence (then), they feel gaze and shut their mouth when they try to keep joking as a party.

(from "Maple")

If he picked up the voice of the heart of the man who became his hero, and Dagger stared at you all together, beside his lying body, a little darkness is round like a shadow of white flowers.

(That's like the cat that just smashed my eye...)

The words that come to mind also become natural and polite when the king of Celisanceum finds himself listening.

He's not a regular kitten because he wounded Henruda's hero, and he's interested in "the rare sorcerer."

As Dagger tells it telepathically, the kitten-like presence that the two noticed was paying attention to a sorcerer who looked at it harshly in a way that would face Arsene.

Truth be told, when I was trying to open this place up, I didn't know how "distance" was, but there was only a little "hypothesis" that Henruda's hero had in mind, but it didn't sound to me.

(hypothesis I've been thinking about? Oh, is that it)

As I said earlier, I want to pull it out of this place as soon as I can.

From where Maple is, there's a black jaw.

It's like she's got a black lid.

"Bringing Maple home is impossible because life is in danger"

I know it's an honor to have you admit what you think, but I also had the feeling that it would be okay to accept too many exotic thoughts.

Knowing that feeling is also flawed, I turn my thoughts to Dagger.

"... as a king, I'd like to have that kind of prophecy from a hero in my own country, but now I don't think I can.

Whatever, the guy who's going to say it first is confused, and the guy who's going to say it second is dead.

The third guy apparently has an extra thought in his heart, and the fourth guy is rarely preached "

To that "reply," among the countries that embrace the heroic mechanism devised by Anglekham Padrick, the oldest Henruda hero sighed in his chest.

(I don't know what else to do. Because they were strong and "defeating" would never have meant "losing". Besides, isn't this the first time you've faced bereavement of close associates and friends, even if you have relatives?)

Purple and black eyes are directed at the hero with one eye.

"... well, one way or the other, there are many things that have rewarded my efforts..."

As Dagger and Henruda's hero were in conversation without appearing on the table, the cat that was beside Maple's wreckage had disappeared little by little to dissolve in the shadow of a white flower garden.

(… I guess it turns out that people don't get their hands on Maple Iberis anymore)

I think about it, but I don't know the details.

If I thought to myself, "I don't know," the king of Celisanceum nodded as well.

"I really don't know what caused this.

But those who mourned one of the country's heroes and stayed close to the limit. And if I can, as king, I want to bring them back as soon as possible from a place where I could mourn them as friends. "

Even though Henruda's hero seems to have vanished into existence to blind him with a single blow, he is still unconscious and insecure.

Although it is a dignified behavior, it does not overwhelm the feeling of subordinate compassion in it.

(Now let's stop Lord Citron Label, who is preaching to a beautiful boy to pull up)

I plugged the word in once, but the sermon of a rare magician to Alsen continues.

Words are all tough, but all I could feel was compassion on the edge.

The exotic hero decides that it will be okay to stop because it is just beginning to incorporate the story of a beautiful boy's real mother as a student in its content.

"Until it's stopped, it looks like Henruda's hero won't have to be distracted.

Later, if our hero ate a cute junior flat, he'd regain some sanity. "

Before the exotic hero moved out, Grandor moved gradually as Dagger sent telepathy.

"It's time for you to give me a break, Lord Citron Label.

Alsen thinks of Maple so much that she forgets about her mother. It doesn't mean I scorned you. '

"... well, ask your mother's grandma when you get home the rest of what I told you.

"The margins are too narrow to write about the charm of Angletham," because the classes are too brilliant and boring. "

Citron himself finds himself "inspiring Alsen" in a considerable further distance, out of time to cut up when he is called up.

I said the last word like a blindfold, and said something about Balsam saying he was on his way to comfort, and I just turned my back on Alsen.

"Our rare magician is also the best lighter in the country."

At the same time he turned his back on his cousin's son, the magician was reddening his white skin, engraved with shallow wrinkles that were old but not dull.

(The king, whose heart can pick up and read, can hear confusion between clarity and illumination. I wonder if there are any good analogies for these conditions.)

With that in mind, if I suppressed the blocked eye area of the slightly itchy wound because I had just been treated, my voice accidentally sounded in my ear.

- Nyan!

"Uh, cat voice?

"I'm sorry, Hero of Henruda, but could you pull me up first with our Arsene and the Mage?"

The exotic hero reacted to the cat's voice echoed in his head and Dagger Sunflower overlapped with the "requesting voice".

At the same time, I realized that I had apparently not heard the "cat chirping" echoing in my head at the "king who could pick up the voice of my heart".

Respond with a mind so that you can pick up and read the message.

'Okay, let's pull it up too. There's nothing more I can do. "

(Apparently, you should still go home once, and now, for once, discuss beyond the hedge of the country, Your Majesty the King of Celisanceum)

That's the only conclusion I can draw now.

"Your Majesty, what will Your Majesty and Grandor do?"

I don't understand the order to pull it up again, but it doesn't include the names of your loved ones in it.

Ask in such a way as to outrun the sorcerer who just turned his back on Alsen.

"Grandor, after final confirmation with me, pulls up.

Don't worry, Alsen.

'Cause I have the power to open this place up, and I'm sure I'll take Grandor home.'

If I had said that, if I had waved my right arm, I would have had a dagger in my hand that I had never seen even in Arsen, where I had a relative at once.

The buttocks of the dagger pattern had strings that were more "rings" and were connected to the right wrist of the dagger by a bracelet that was felt all decorative and hardware.

"I definitely remember how to open a decision, so you take turns with the subknock hero candidate.

You can't be more thankful to another country.

The mechanism of pacification that your father conceived of is something that the heroes of that country will surely work for if they do their part first. '

Beneath his subordinate, who still has a height difference, he gives himself a slight bow and puts his hands on the shoulders of scarlet clothes made imitating what his father was wearing.

"Grandor is on his way to reexamine the situation, confirmation.

Alsen, you have a broken heart. You have to stand by Netuark.

Each one of you is going to do something I can't do without you. "

Dagger Sunflower does not have the ability to be recognized as a hero.

However, I have seen those who are called that up close since birth, so I distribute fairly, as kings, the role in which their existence can be most active.

"You must come back, Your Majesty."

Asking the king, he finds that it is the brown hero to whom Alsen's voice is directed.

'Oh, I'll definitely be back. Hey, Grandor.'

While Dagger also picks up the core of the anxiety Arsen has, he turns to his subordinate, who gave instructions to stay together, the word of confirmation of form only.

'Yes, Your Majesty. Alsen, don't worry, but I promise I'll be back.'

As usual, he shows his sturdy teeth and laughs.

No falsehood in the analogy of a "good man".

It was filled with a serene atmosphere that was not unlike such a reputation and atmosphere.

Still, the king's cousin's son has a look on his face that worries him more about the big brown man.

(If you think about what's happened so far, I guess Grandor McGaffin's "overbearing" is frigid or fuels anxiety)

Henruda's hero observed the situation with his remaining left eye.

The rare magicians also seemed to have something to feel, but they were comparing the heroes of their country without saying anything.

As Dagger said, I can tell Arsene followed him half-strong because he was worried about Grandor.

Not many, I thought he was feeling down too, but I didn't at all, and I clapped him out - but "no" again.

"Arsen, all kinds of anxiety will occupy your chest, but it's also something you can't help right now.

You know we can't do all this at once.

And even if there was a guy who could clean up at once, he's in a state where he can't use it now. "

Dagger telepathically flies to Arsen, as he dares to sound like a Henruda hero or a rare magician.

The only big, unheard, brown man continued to smile calmly, stroking his blonde head, dirty with dust from how much, but crisp enough, with big hands.

"- What's the matter, is there anything so worrying yet?.

... Even though we have no choice about Maple, His Majesty has already evacuated Netsuruk to a safe place and said that we can't force it any further '

"Yes......, that's right"

I shut my mouth because I knew it was not the right time to say that, although there was a "coming back" to Dagger and a "coming back" to Grandor.

I wanted you to think with Grandor, what it means to go back is that the four of us have built it up, "time to believe that there is a future to open, no matter how much you have to give up".

(But it must be "cruel" to ask you for it now)

The boy who has always been "protected" has now made up his mind that he has to stop and be "normal" here.

(Fortunately, I can't cry when I'm sad)

Being able to look at yourself in cold blood makes you laugh at your beautiful face.

(I have to protect my place as a hero until Grandor or Netuk "comes back," don't I, Father?)

I know it can't be perfect, but if I can, so that the people who live in this country can live on an even earth of "fairness".

Because it's what you do as a hero that keeps you protected.

(It may not be strange to compare travelers to continuing to see no end)

Yao (far) ancient (though), the hero was also known as a "traveler".

He just kept bringing peace to people, but he kept traveling solo.

(But I, believe me, will come back and continue to be a hero)

In a beautiful grin, strength is added.

Now it's as if to connect with Arsene, by touching it directly. My best friend is slightly tempered by my junior best friend, who smiles beautifully and forcefully.

'... Alsen?

'Excuse me, Grandor. Well, go home first, "I'll be waiting," so come home -'

He grabbed and let go of his large hand, which he was stroking to make sure of his hair as if it were a scratch, with a hand fitted with a glove that was not the right size.

(I am Alsen Padrick, unchanged as time permits)

With green eyes, staring up, there was a warm Grandor McGaffin who always behaved externally.

Don't worry, not immediately, but your best friends will definitely be back.

Now go back and let Arsen Padrick take care of Netuark Saxophone. "

An exotic hero who had said "I hate telepathy" accidentally echoes those words in Arsen's head.

Yes, I will continue to be a hero, alone, until my best friend returns.

'- Well, I'll be back. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, Grandor.'

…… Arsen '

Grandor is bewildered by the way he looks and his own hands let go of him.

Henruda's hero broke in between to try to speak more.

'I tried to make it a laugh, too, but I have to consider quite a few reports about these crushed right eyes.

This wound is like a beast, not a man's, no matter what.

Even if I were caught off guard, not a disaster, there would be an attack that would smash a hero's eye with a single blow.

If the other person is not a person, the response will change, both as our country and jointly by other countries and the military.

Either way, this place is dangerous, so stay away from it, you should spread the word "touch" covenant around the world, or the law that lays down the law - it would be better, Your Majesty the King of Celisanceum '

An unprecedented hero with dark hair and eyes nestles between Grandor and Arsene.

And if he turned his remaining left eye, Dagger nodded quietly to acknowledge the statement.

'Sure, it's swordswallowing to leave it like this even though it happened'

It went on, as Citron Label added.

"Then the shape of the wound, as the hero hall of Henruda said, is the kind of scar that was hit by the" cat "nail.

Since I am also involved in medical care for once, let me also acknowledge that there is no obstacle in using a cat to describe the existence that crushed my eyes.

Otherwise, even if the existence of a hero was used for analogy, it would be difficult for Russia to believe that he was so badly injured by a cat-like existence.

Your Majesty, if you're back, I'll write down some brief findings, and I'll put them out to the United States Congress, which is after this, as soon as possible.

Therefore, I recommend as soon as possible to the people who will be representatives of the country that the law which the hero of Henruda said forbids them from approaching. "

It's like going on "now blocking contact between Grandor and Arsene."

But it can also be taken by Dagger as if he were an exotic hero and a magician of his own country, after he had played his part in this investigation.

"... Arsen Padrick is the most heroic person in Selisanceum right now.

And if you have an atmosphere that seems to disturb it, even if Arsene admires it, you two have the stomach to keep it away. "

When Dagger was unintentionally telepathic and asked so, from three eyes, he was instantly returned the gaze of affirmation.

The hero of Henruda, who spent a short but alone time, and the magician who would have come this way, although he would have had only a few face-to-face experiences in his own country.

Apparently, both of them, in an exchange with Grandor McGaffin in a very short time, anticipate the part he doesn't seem to have held, watching it rigorously.

The king, whose heart could pick up and read, had a small sigh in his chest.

Grandor, it's going to be difficult for these two to get back into contact with Arsene.

I stare at the dagger in my hand when I sympathize with the slightly brown big man in my heart.

(But I'm Grandor McGaffin, so I'm hoping I can get back, so I'm being tough, so notice quickly and go back)

Once, I was pushed away because I was expected by Dagger as well.

I'm sure that exotic heroes and rare magicians will have an impact on Alsen, but it's getting tougher because Grandor can get over it, even if it doesn't work now.

"I don't think I can help but have the regret of having to meet and take and learn in my life"

(Please, let the day come when Grandor McGaffin regrets himself as pitiful as he is now, and what he learns from it will feed him)

Once her mother Trenia lays her words on her heart, Dagger opens her mouth.

- Okay, if you're back, I'll put out a bill so you don't get directly into the land. The three of you, be careful and go back first. Now, I think I can still use the place I decided to go. "

"Yes, Your Grace."

Arsen represents and answers before staring at Grandor again.

A little bit, the "distance" has opened, but I believe you'll catch up.

'If you think about it, you've never seen me "go ahead" before you. Okay, I'll wait.'

Though it sounds like a mystery, Grandor still didn't understand the meaning of the mystery.

Turning his head back again, swelling his scarlet coat, turning his back on the king and his best friend, Arsen slowly now leaves from where he came earlier trying to jump in.

The Citron label follows behind it.

(Oh, that's...)

A mass that slips through the shadows of blooming white flowers without sound appears in the left-hand eye of Henruda's hero.

Although the movement is quick, it really seems like a cat-like movement that can be recognized "normally".

But no one was reacting as one, except myself, and it still seemed like the only hero I could see was the one with the eye of a ship.

(I figured, "I've got my eyes choosen." I guess I'm the only one who can see it, or the one who can't recognize it... Ah)

The black shadow jumped into her "shadow" just as a woman called a rare magician headed out through a white flower garden to the entrance that Dagger Sunflower had decided to open.

And as nothing had happened, he had been sucked into the shadow of a rare magician, as if he had blended in, and had disappeared.

Without realizing anything either, the sorcerer's lady went "back" across the open abyss as it was.

(I'm in, and I'm taking you... No, you're "with me")

Strangely, there is a presence in a place recognized as "dangerous" that has not noticed anything but the attacked self.

It now dives into the shadow of a magician, a person beneficial to a country called Selisanceum with a pact of agreement, and "leaves".

(Should I reward this? But hey...)

I don't know how else to prove the existence that I can only admit.

But vice versa... I can't prove that I don't exist because I can see it.

If you think about these little things, the only thing that comes to mind is the man who was taught to fight them.

What would you do, Netuark Saxfawn?

To play, replace your thoughts with his and think about it.

"In the meantime... if 'harm' doesn't seem to happen, leave it"

I imagine a colored man in my head laughing nicely at evil people and saying all that.

This is my hope.

I also tried to strike it off as it was, but the status quo seemed to me to have no choice but to do so.

(The king of Celisanceum took what I said, so I won't be touching Maple anymore)

If so, the role of "lid" will be sufficient.

"What's wrong, Henruda's hero?"

Arsen, the first to leave, again appears and calls from the determined abyss.

"No, I'm sorry, let's go right away - ah"

The king of Celisanceum, I think, "can pick up the voice of a man's heart."

I had lost consciousness because there was no one close to me with such abilities (from me), and even when the scene was in place.

Perhaps they have all picked up what they thought about the "cat" that dived into the shadow of the witnessed sorcerer and about them.

But as you have read, from the king of the exotic, there is no response.

(But since it's not about the talent in our country, did you not advise that Henruda's position is unsavory?

But the sorcerer seems to be perfectly fine.)

Move your left eye and look at Dagger Sunflower.

Then the king of Cerisanseum had the expression he could receive in a way that "you don't have to worry" with an unusual form of dagger in his hand.

He moves his jaw even smaller and says, "You should go soon." Also, just the trick, prompts.

I was really trying to keep the flow going with nothing more.

(... if I am seeing, just thinking, and His Majesty the King of Celisanceum is "not seeing" even if he could pick up his voice, would that still be judged by those who are "not there")

Even the hero Grandor of Celisanceum has nowhere to be guaranteed that he is not going crazy, even though he is going crazy.

Mock yourself at the idea that you can't help but be taken backwards, and move on with your legs to the pretty boy who looks worried about this one.

And earlier, I thought to myself somewhat indescribably to the brown young man, who had an attitude that could only be taken by evil because things were not right.

I can't talk about people, either.

"Don't be such a coward."

Henruda's hero gets a telepathy with a bitter laugh on his head.

"... for this ability (from my side), there was also something" I can only feel ".

He just likes these stories.

Tell him when he's back together, Grandor. Then the next time we meet, it's time for the national meeting I was saying earlier. Until then, we'll be good friends. "

If that's all they told him, Dagger was turning to Grandor and beginning to give instructions on something.

"Alsen Padrick, I'm sorry to keep you waiting all of a sudden.

- Now, if you'll excuse me. '

When I apologized to the person who made me wait, my beautiful green eyes were blinking.

The motion made me realize that the beautiful boy looked back at me and Grandor was in sight again.

'... no, me too'

Narrow the words, Arsen so says no, lay down his gaze, and change direction.

Henruda's hero isn't coming, so if I look back, I can really see the best friend I care about.

Even though he knew he should put aside time now, Alsen was still worried.

(I saw it as if I had shaken it off, but if I could see it, would I be concerned? It made me look back, though I guess it was caused by me)

If you've gone through a place you've decided to open, get some golden salad hair.

Aware of just a little brown big man, I stroked him with gassi.

I'll be right back.

'... Yes'

We had a short conversation, and if we passed a decisive place, it was closed.

Dagger sees Grandor, who will eventually take over the role of king's escort after making sure that the place he opens up disappears perfectly.

"- Will Maple just disappear and the heroes of our country get all rattled up like this?

Unless it's pitiful. '

Because it will be my closest escort, I dare speak for real without thorough care, my only opponent, and Grandor defends it too.

And while Grandor is also the only being beyond which Dagger becomes subordinate, even though he is above all the apex of hateful "aristocracy".

'I'm sorry. But I can't help it. Wow, Netuark and Washi are originally like rootless grass.

Because it's like meeting Maple, she brokered it, and then, being plucked by a prince in a bad mood, she became a hero candidate.

What are you going to do now? '

"I don't care, I'm not a hero, Dagger Sunflower can't do anything about it".

However, even if I can't do it now, one day the whip of my mother will want it back. "

I read and fished the hearts of Henruda's heroes using the "ability to read people's minds (from my side)", which is usually contained in the eye bands that Sage made.

If so, I know that the whip of a mother is beside the Maple Iberis Saxophone.

"To me - I don't know, I wonder what it's like to admire the same sex"

Including Maple, I know there are many things I admire about my mother, Trenia Bubaldia, although it would also matter that there are many seals who escort their own brother and other women who are also heroes.

From my son's point of view, I don't know if I can respect him, but I sometimes feel dazzled by the way he admires my mother upright.

And if my mother, Trenia, had survived, I could easily imagine her having trouble returning to admiring herself.

"I'm not sure if I'm same-sex, but I think what I admire will be equal to treasure and something that will give me courage, without being trapped in its original value."

Then comes to mind from Maple himself how he was given the whip of Trenia by his predecessor, Gloriosa, once revealed only to Grandor.

Dagger picked it up and read it too and watched from the spot the heroic woman of his country who had decided not to come any closer.

'Right...... So, for Maple Iberis, who had become a hero close to "mercy" in terms of his power of war, my mother's weapon, in that sense, was quite useful. "

If the colored subordinate is sane, he will speak plainly that he is about to be slashed with a knife that now pierces Maple Iberis' chest.

"Then, by all means, we must retrieve Trenia Bubaldia's weapons."

My father, Gloriosa, had also told me with certainty that Trenia had spoken of his longing.

Girls who start dealing with their own whips are given the courage to "get a nice king" when they get lost, and are told one day.

It was always a pleasure for my mother, who was always full of pride and admiration for women, to admire her father and say things like a girl of her age, as a son, to be illuminated.

It was a pleasure for a woman (one) who was forced into her role as a hero or queen and was unable to express her feelings, even if only to her father.

"You inspired courage in a girl you regret all the time, a weapon to fight"

"I want to protect my loved ones, no matter what happens to me, for the sake of a girl who has that feeling more than anyone else, but can't make a good move, the tools the wise man has given me."

"It brings out all sorts of thoughts and hopes when it comes to being just a weapon or thing"

And perhaps from now on, that whip will surely be a weapon for the girl who wants to have such courage, as Trenia said.

(No, nothing is confined to a mother's whip or a girl)

Both the clothes worn by Arsene, whom he sent home earlier, and the thin sword play a full role in his father's appearance.

And although he/she didn't realize it - he/she may just pretend not to, but I felt like there was something that must apply to his/her frightened escort as well.

For Grandor, we don't know what a good "thing" is at the moment.

(In the meantime, it's dangerous to retrieve the whip, so let's not.

Plus, I feel like Grandor is going to make a huge mistake if we don't let him change his mind sooner)

Though this is only an inquiry, it seems that it is probably the same thing that the sorcerer and exotic hero who sent him home earlier also felt.

It was something that made me feel indescribable to keep my distance from involving Arsen, the youngest, who also seemed healthy in its failure.

(After all, I guess I'll have to spare some time)

Grandor, I will order you to retrieve the objects of your mother's vision if Netsuerk returns to sanity and calms down. I just can't do it for you right now.

If so, it will be more than two dances of Henruda's hero hall. "

"Yes, of course it is. Besides, there are things I have to do when I get home first, so I won't be impotent. I want you to feel safe. Wow. '

Dagger Sunflower picks up and reads his thoughts on a slightly distorted family connection that comes to mind in the mind of his own escort who speaks.

He was making wrinkles between his eyebrows with a crisp brow that was said to look just like him in his father Gloriosa concession.

I thought I should say something, but stare at the dagger in my hand - stop.

(This is not a question of being able to read minds or get in)

Dagger Sunflower falsely identified himself as "Dan Lion" and was beaten by a distorted but mutually considerate family connection a few years ago.

Thank you, brother of the traveler.

Still, I can occupy my chest by the little girl voice, thanking "Dan Lion" in my heart many times for praising me.

I can't even help that girl. I don't deserve to say anything to my subordinate.

But I do what I can now because I am also in a position to defend my son as king over the territory in which he lives.

"Grandor, about" this place, "penetrate it with no other word in state secrets.

Even if Netsuerk asks you if you've gone back to sanity and become a wise man.

Again, until the time comes when you need it, never. '

Though I don't have the power to be a hero, I know more about how to treat that nameable being than anyone else in this world.

And losing that hero in vain must always be avoided.

"Your Majesty, does that mean that this is a different place from where we came in to investigate?

The Dagger nodded if the guard asked, who can't show his main command now, but still has the guts to face the role.

'That's the thing. From now on, I will explain the directions only to you, who will be the king's escort -'

Thus, without speaking of a magical spell or relying on the Spirit, Dagger Sunflower waves a short dagger

Yes, a shockwave (sonic boom) depicting an arc of silver was opened to explain the directions.

"The truth is, I don't think people should have the opportunity to visit this place again."

With those words, I was informed how to visit this place after using the Spirit of Thunder.

Then again, when Grandor McGaffin was allowed to visit the place and visited alone to collect Maple's weapons.

The successful left wrist had a golden bracelet glowing even in cloudy weather.

If it turns out, in a few months back from this white flower garden, Grandor makes a huge irrevocable mistake.

And the woman (one) who wanted her to be a precious "family" left her gold bracelet and ring as a gift to align with her best friend and traveled.

Grandor couldn't tell me the details, but noticed his "failure" as he talked to his best friend who was given the gold ring with him.

However, if he made a single report of his failure with Dagger Sunflower shortly afterwards, he was immediately ordered to collect the whip and went in the manner that he was informed.

"Perhaps there is no" trace "left to do with Maple, but if there was anything left to do with her, take it home and do it.

I don't mean to be "shapely," but it'll lead to a little bit of Netuk's recovery. "

The old friend is "incarcerated" in the country's medical facilities.

The fact that he spoke of killing his beloved companion was questioned by the person in charge of the national hubs who were there at the time when he regained his mind for treatment.

However, the party's Netsuark is clearly not "normal", including the fact that Celisanceum's heroes took the lead in the most dangerous investigation.

In addition, Henruda's hero, who sent him to the call for a lift, returns in a situation of blindness to his right eye.

Ultimately, he returned with the proclamation of the king of Selisanceum that the remains of the pivotal Maple Iberis could not be brought back.

With regard to Netsuruk's statements, more than anything else to ascertain the authenticity, the people who knew him until then were unanimous in their emotions, rendering him Ariel free and naturally treating him as a secret.

Although it may seem ruthless, all the people living in countries and named places in this world were tired of the invasion strategy and major natural disasters until then.

Various problems are still being put in place and, as the country's exchanger, he has argued that we have to face them by inferring impossibility.

And I find it truly unfortunate that you lost one of your most powerful country heroes.

But gradually the natural disasters that threaten the lives of the people of the country are healed, and I want to use their remaining power for my country's own good.

Never, ever, are you going to scorn the misfortune that has befallen Maple Iberis.

To the far too honest thought of the representatives of that nation, the king, who could pick up his heart and read, nodded with his black and purple eyes down.

He stared at the hero of his country, once again distracted, and grumbled to close this "thing".

"..." I killed Maple, "so if Netuk's heart is going to be the wedge that stays in this world, I'll let it be."

Perhaps the young king, who has some information, told him so.

He had since left the care to Arsen, the hero and the only one left in the army.

And after Grandor makes a huge mistake, perhaps by chance, I get a report from Alsen that Netuark's capacity has settled just a little.

"Just Could Be Good"

Dagger Sunflower was making him head to the flower garden of white flowers again in such a way that he uttered the word and taught Grandor only.

Using the power of the Spirit of Thunder to decide and open the space, there is still a white flower garden spread out there.

As the king had told us, there was nothing left in the white flower garden that might have related to the remains of Maple.

"Normally," the bones that seem to remain, and not even the weapons of an old friend who took her life.

"His Majesty the King knows from where to what... oh, there was a woe"

If Maple steps near where he slept, he immediately touches his toenails.

"The weapons of Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower should be found immediately. Maybe you'll notice soon enough."

"What difference does it make that Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower's remains and Maple Iberis Saxophone's cannot remain in this world?"

I tried to pick it up with my right hand, which is my dominant hand, but the building was supposed to be a plant object, but it was never slightly sluggish.

"Even though it's the same as a weapon,"

Together, as heroes, and even beyond the hedge of the country, we did our best for our well-being.

The person who welcomed him as his partner was likewise a man (one) who was not in love with him as a companion.

"If not, does that mean the personality of the partner... oh?

After picking up the whip, I get some kind of hard feeling on the sole of my shoe.

It felt different from stones and natural objects.

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

Unexpectedly, at that time, Arsen's mouth in this place, the words are dug out of Grandor's buried memory.

She bent herself over and stretched her left arm into the sole of her shoe with a gold bracelet in place.

"Ha ha, Your Majesty, Maple's things, they'll stay."

With that said, what I picked up with my brown hands was definitely a silver hardware inspired by Suzuran, which my old friend built for her.

"At that time (when) or even if it disappears from the place, it doesn't mean there's nothing left"

A gold bracelet from someone who can only think of it as a "sister" and a silver bell orchid hardware from an old friend to his loved one shine.

Removing the bracelet and hiding it in it, if I could see her again one day, I would take out the ring I decided to give to my best friend's girlfriend.

'I might say I don't want him, but I still want to give him to you again'

Now, as my best friend.

On a white flower garden, the figure of the Lord of the Voice, who earlier taught me about the shape of Maple in his head, floats in a white flower garden.

Just like then, wearing scarlet clothes and a fine sword based on his father's appearance, but with a troubled expression on his face, the smile of his true best friend.

From memories buried in that smile in a relatively shallow place again, this time the voice of "sister" comes up.

"By the way, I'm sure" family "is important to Grandor, but have you forgotten about your friends who are more worried about you than your family and who are stronger than you are?"

"Of all the frightened" best friends "I love most, can't" brother "understand the difficulty of just being" unchanged "by yourself?"

"Oh, don't worry, because I know so much about the difficulty of its existence now that it hurts."

Look at the silver ring and talk.

Yeah, do it, 'cause I really didn't notice until you told me.

"My best friends told me what I didn't realize."

I could notice the corners, so don't lose them this time.

"I don't know what the cause is, but Arsene may be wearing similar clothes to what happened back then, and this is how she was reunited with Eliphas."

I look down at my best friend who wore it then, wrapped in scarlet clothes and turned into an angel figure, in an angel figure.

The overall atmosphere has remained roughly unchanged, although it would have grown taller and re-tailored since then.

With each other's weapons that they have collected on their sides, they hold their younger best friends, just as their old friends held their partners at that time.

"At the end of the day, I didn't know anything different from Netsuruk, so I put down" Maple, which was a trip, "and just went home."

Two of my long-time best friends were flushed into a stream that people couldn't help, and he was the only one who worked hard to catch up to me, and he stayed.

"So now let's do our best so we can go back together."

"You don't have to work hard on your own, tell him. My friend, he's my best friend, and I just need to help him."

Hold Arsen, spread six large feathers, and the spirits of the wind gather together, and let themselves float.

"Come on, let's go get Eliphas and Arsene back."