Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

'There are no details, Ariel.

Well, I think there was a lot to be surprised about, but the content, honestly, is memorable. '

That's what Ars said.

In a way, Arsen remembered the aftermath of the "grabbing" incident that prompted him to visit the territory, when his godson, Ars Trad, fell into a situation that looked like he was dying by his side.

I took the "just" of the case and tried to indulge in the words that my disciple had remembered, painfully while he was unconscious, but to grasp the situation, there is little judgment material.

In many ways, with a really small sigh, no one can find him, Alsen arms up in the figure of a child.

(Now, I don't know the details, but if you follow the words of Ars, the experience, I won't have much memory of this figure, even if I get back safely after this.

But so far, there's nothing else impressive about burning in my memory.

Precisely so that the part of my water attribute is evaporating too much with the flame of the Garuda Luotian, which caused me to wake up in Grandor, is dying)

Think about it with utmost calm.

If you were a senior-in-law and your best friend heard,

"That's what I said. What do you care about your life? It's Arsene's belly black spot..."

And shuddered, complacent that it was something I couldn't help but be cautious, those who are currently adorable smile with a crunch.

(When I was in Ars, I was anxious...

Honestly, you can't do anything on your own if you're in this state, right?

Well, whatever it is, no bitterness or pain, thank goodness, but how can I go back?

In the meantime, will I have to wait for you to replenish the water part with magic from the eastern country)

By Grandor's hand, he gazed upon a silver ring, placed on his chest.

(If you think there's a ring from your lover, then the only gift from me and Grandor is really "wild weather" where Netuark says it is.

But I'm glad you're just happy with the words.

After that, I don't have to worry about Eliphas like "then," if only she'd let me know back in consciousness)

"What's wrong with Eliphas living for Eliphas?

Even if I knew, if I could reassure my best friend by giving him another word, I'd like to take as many times as time permits.

Grandor has started exotic sorcery for Arsen, but I don't even know if he'll make it.

(Thinking about it, I feel a little rushed)

As a student at military school, Arsen began to think again, appreciating his "insensitivity" to be able to sleep even in the confines of two of his best friends' snoring, but slightly angry at the way he was now sleeping on Eliphas' knees.

- Arsen himself realized he was "in a state of children that no one could find" when he stepped down with six wings stretched out on his back at height and held by Grandor.

I wondered, and even considering how things have been going so far, there are no cases where the reason I am in this situation connects me at the moment.

(However, I have been unable to do so before)

Sending Grandor out for the stripping ritual, when Eliphas visited with her "companion".

Words exchanged with her, who had become a goddess, wrapped around a white and black dress, and soon found out something big was moving.

Originally brought by Arsen from the King's Capital, he also suspected that the picture book had some origin, but was also told by the "conductor" that it was out of battle.

However, if I am lost, I truly irrevocably regret joining this flow because I have found that it will take in many beings.

First, as an emergency measure, the dirt accumulated in her stiffened, and Arsene took in the part of the gun that had been loosened by firing just as much magic as she could take into the nature of her water.

However, the aftermath is bigger than I thought and the guest room gets smudged.

Then at the same time, some force worked in the Lords' Mansion, which was inherently mud-influenced, and even prepared to throw up, but such discomfort would not occur at all.

"… it seems that the sage, the man who was the lord of this vessel, left it for such a time, the trick has moved.

In advance, he risked his suffering, cutting his life span and making sure he didn't suffer in this mansion.

But thanks to the formation of this place, Arsen Padrick here without labor - no, I can get Gabriel's pawn. Do you mind?

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

That's what my best friend's partner tells me, and I acknowledge that I will be placed on the other side.

'Nevertheless, with a weapon called a gun, even if my wife shot it with consideration so that Lord Gabriel would not be fatally injured... Now, I wanted you to show me a little bit of movement about whether you're upset or not.'

A presence that looked like a good monk in Eliphas' companion's position, only to be named "Chancellor of Hell" - as a vessel, this lord's butler Rock of the Vinegar family named Robrow told Alsen "dressing up" with a bitter laugh.

'I'm sorry, it's just that in my life, it often brings together feelings of' anger 'and gives me something I have a best friend.

Of course, "Eliphas shot me with a gun" was quite a surprise.

However, in a "stand-alone product," it didn't come down to the kind of shock that my best friend would give me in anger and all at once. "

"Well, it's really interesting how to give both anger and surprise at once. What is it like?

Looking "nostalgic" at Arsene's white skin and body, equipped with an even-handed muscle of nobility exposed for "dressing", Ong asks, poking his staff into the muddy lounge.

'It's an overly nasty prank.

"It's delicious because it's the tenderloin of my shrimp buddies," he said, feeding his innocent juniors.

A delightful laugh sounds loosely in the lounge, which became muddy as soon as I heard it.

"It was quite a disaster for Lord Gabriel's vessel.

But it's interesting that you're so angry.

Your vessel father has different skin colors, different bodies, different faces, different ways of thinking about things, different emotional ups and downs. "

"Do you know my father?

"But I'm also talking about the young age of this butler's rock."

When we had that much conversation, Eliphas was coming back with Alsen's fine sword in his hand, which was placed in a resting place.

'... sir, my best friend is certainly Gabriel, but I don't have any wings right now, so could you please call me "Arsen" in this day and age?

So, your sword, Arsen.

But it's gonna take a little longer to get dressed. "

Under the scarlet costume, there is also an easy outfit, so Arsen rode thankfully on the suggestion of his best friend, who knows it takes a lot of work to wear.

'Thank you, Eliphas. Well, I'm almost done, so could you have it?'

Thank you as you stop the hardware with Patchouli.

Looking at the familiar type, Eliphas understands to keep it, recalls looking at the scarlet clothes, and asks questions.

"Think of that war-tailored outfit, a piece handled by Master Shakyak Steiner?

I only met Shakyak once, but I spoke to him immediately.

Once but for all, he was a strong being of a very intense personality, so he remains glossy and colorful, even in the memory of Eliphas, the one who eventually reaches a tragic end in various times.

'- No, this is what my father used, a tailor who became Shakyak's successor, to re-tailor me.

Master Shakyak set me up because I'm getting smaller. '

'Well, when I said goodbye to Alsen, I thought it gradually overtook my back.

But weird, even in the form of looking up like this, it just seems like my friend Arsene from military school.

So... after all, Master Shakyak is dead, isn't he?

'Yeah, on boulders. You've been on the front line for more than 50 years, from before the beginning of the peace to the end of the Great War.

The year after you received your own medal for your efforts as the country's highest tailor for a long time. At present, Kings Steiner, who succeeded him, is a fine successor to his spirit and skill. "

After saying that, sure enough, Arsen finished wearing his costume.

Eliphas, who sees it, hands over a fine sword and re-fits it into gloves tailored to combat specifications, and takes it as a thank you.

When you said, "I inherited your skill," Stu, you and Ato both wore kindness, caring for each other with certainty, not just about the gun Eliphas taught you.

'If you're kind enough to say so, that means you'll pass. You took over safely, above all else. "

As Eliphas gazed at its side, smiling happily, Arsen turned his gaze to the deacon's lock that he knew Ong-- Anglecomb.

'- You'll be just wondering after the talk of taking over or connecting'

To Ong's words, Arsen nodded small.

Arsen still has the heart to shame himself for knowing his father.

I love and respect it, and even if I try to find out for myself, in the history of the country, the calendar has only carved me out as the prime minister of the devil or as one of the heroes who led the tilted country to peace.

Listening to the story from my mother, who recovered from the pity of mourning her father, seems to plunge into sorrow again, and she hesitates.

Even if I asked the king of the kingdom of Celisanceum that he was older than himself, his mother's cousin,

"I only know the kind Chancellor who took cousin Balsam as his daughter-in-law and welcomed a lovely son named Arsene, sorry."

Only, he responded. In addition, they pay attention to the opposite.

"Alsen, I don't deny your desire to know about your father, and it would be a natural desire as a son.

But let's just pay attention to one thing.

If you want to know your real father, you should just leave him alone from someone who was directly involved with Anglecomb Padrick.

Especially in your case.

Lord Angletham had a good appearance and was extremely ruthless when it came to his duties.

Sometimes people's minds spin out of their mouths knowing unconsciously that they "can't see what's really going on."

Sometimes "I wish this were the case" includes jealousy toward a man named Angletham who looked good and was smart.

And maybe some people will let you (wear it), the son of a child, who looks just like you, except for the color of his skin, and dare to mouth you so you can get hurt "

"Brother Dagger, no, Your Majesty, what has suddenly happened?"

From the middle of my attention, I could see that the king, who would be my mother's cousin, was worried about Alsen, but "the other" someone.

And the gentle, smart and beautiful boy felt that the worry was something that was really staining him, and that it was actually happening.

"- I'm sorry, but if this is what you think you can prevent by being cautious, it's best to do so.

... As you guessed, I've seen children who are under accusation because they look alike.

So, I was a kid, too, and I couldn't help a kid with that irrational trick.

This is also my "shame," so don't brag too much, Alsen. "

In his father's concession, both his brother Lotz lowered the edge of his equally riddled brow, rarely laughed and laughed and told Alsen about someone who knew his father straight away, as far as Dagger knew.

However, it is also cautioned not to ask only Barrota, a former hero priest who did not know the cause, but who has slowed down in his age, who was admitted to have fallen into the calendar, and who "bakery grandfather" himself from the pope of this country.

Even if they didn't say why, Arsen guessed.

Even though my own mother says I've brought it back, if I even touched the words on a matter that has a slight edge on "father," I cry in my beautiful eyes.

With the hard work of his son Arsen becoming a hero, he managed to cross the threshold of his loneliness.

But Barrota, in the midst of her activity of peace, has mourned her family for being the only one.

And at the same time, the three heroes who led the country to peace lost their childhood.

Some of them include my father Angletham.

It is also briefly summed up in the history of a king named Gloriosa, summed up by the country.

If you asked Barrota, she would remember the sister of the late priest.

Furthermore, I'm sure I won't even put fine dust on the surface, but I thought that must have broken my heart.

So Arsen had never heard of Anglecomb Padrick as satisfied as he could have been.

However, only once in my memory, for the duties of Prime Minister, I usually only have the time to say hello in the morning to my father, who has been able to do something completely sweet.

However, Arsen himself is too young to remember why he had "such a time".

"You are more of a boy than Gloriosa when you were young, and evil wisdom seems to turn around.

But thanks to wisdom, there seems to be a preaching tendency to understand the meaning of words and stain them far away. "

And I just remember holding Alsen and smiling gently but scared that I've never even seen.

But he also had a very pleasant face.

I wanted to know the face of such a father.

"Good, forceful, but to that stingy sage's credit, the" father "of Lord Gabriel's vessel.

As far as the deacon's locks are concerned, I'll tell you. '

With words in his mouth, which accumulated a strictly white beard, his best friend's companion pokes "tongues" lightly with a cane holding a carpet of mud-painted VIP rooms.

From that spot I poked, the black dots became circles, followed by enough rings to surround the three beings present on this spot.

'It's just that even as we're talking here, there's a glitch in getting into and doing things.

I have someone I want to talk to by stuffing my roots too, so let's go to the "both" slot. "

"Yeah, okay. - Oh, yeah."

I finished dressing earlier and stare at the closet that has closed.

Even if he was shot with Eliphas' gun, he remembers why he put it in safely without using magic in vain and the gift he was giving it to his best friend, who was keeping it from Grandor.

(I have to apologize to Netuark about the case.

So, I'm sorry about Maple, but -)

Alsen himself, who has been notified "out of battle", does not know what the flow ahead will be like.

(But if you compare it to a "battle in formation," you do no harm to this land called Robrow.

Fighting is inevitable, but you won't use a technique big enough to change the terrain.

Mr. Rico will be able to help Gabrielle with the dredging ritual.)

In my heart, I remember the face of a female knight listening to her teachings with the expression of seriousness itself, raising the edge of her mouth only slightly.

Although Eliphas, who is "best friend" for a moment, turns a sharp gaze and does not miss the presence of being his companion.

Even though "Lord Gabriel" and I don't overlap now, you're going to do something really harsh to my wife.

Man defined him as the devil as "Prime Minister of Hell," and Ong, jealous, had a dark grin in his beard.

"Alsen Padrick," who is dull enough to say so, keeps thinking unaware.

(Even if Grandor split the magic from me and I was eating Mr. Margaret's chocolate, my magic isn't enough.

Eliphas also took in dirt and even if he flew it with a gun earlier, he still can't feel safe)

That's why I thought it would be my last chance because if I could give you a gift from Grandor and myself, the two of us.

"Excuse me, just one -"

Put in a no and try to get it in your hand to open the closet again.

"Oh, yes, this may be without other love, Lord Gabriel."

Before I say no and it's all over, Ong pinches the words and Arsen gives me an indefensible look.

Just defenseless and beautiful, Ong poured a little on that face, lowering his eyebrows and looking up at the lonely glance.

"Before the magic picture book came to this place, this information I picked up.

What do you think of as your best friend -? '

When you use the power of a picture book conceded by a traveler to gather magic and pick up memories.

"Memory" sucked casually from the female knight who was beside Arsen while sucking the power of Balsam Padrick.

The fact that the knight learned to the point of stroking into play with only a little interest because she sincerely loved the "goddess of the traitor" and hated the "traveller".

Then, in the face of the gentle monk, the "Prime Minister of the Devil" engages in jealousy and conveys the fact that his best friend went to his apprentice about the "luck test of aiming for life".

It was not difficult to instigate the vessel Alsen Padrick, which was taking the mud into its body, to lean toward fallen heaven.

"... did Grandor try to kill Ars just to see if I deserved it?"

When Eliphas tried to thank her as a thick goddess of emotion, her partner looked up so wide that she wobbled her big breasts, realizing her jealousy and turning her attention.

"- Sir! Alsen! Something is forcefully trying to break into this land with sorcery, avoid it!

Eliphas' voice echoes the muddy VIP room.

"Sir" hides himself in the darkness he called out earlier, trying to blend in from his feet.

Arsene stares blindly at the direction in which the voice of her long-time reunited best friend draws attention, moving only her green eyes.

Arsen remembered for the feeling that the magic of forcing him to interrupt was distorting and seeping through space.

- With that beautiful face, I hear you got into Saxophone and McGaffin and broke into a brilliant squad.

Although he was originally the one who saw Netuark as his enemy, the party left him alone, but Arsen pinched his mouth without being able to cope with the rest of the slander.

In the end, the colored and brown seniors cleaned it up for me.

And Arsen's failure was lightly smitten from Nethuak, but he was stroked with great hand from Grandor.

"If I'm going to protect you, I'm going to do something awful.

I won't ask you in depth this time, but this time you can talk to me as soon as you can. '

"- Ha." Talk to me "?!"

And anger and fury rose in Arsen.

Grasp the pattern of the fine sword.

"If I'm gonna protect you, I'm gonna do something terrible."

"Do you have a habit of protecting me from overprotections and easily doing terrible things to things I try to protect from overprotections?

Quickly, even if distorted by anger, he leaks words from his thinly shaped lips, hatefully.

By that time, the mud giant appeared, shaking it to ripple through the space and approaching between the high ceilings of the VIP room.

Mud taken in earlier to help Eliphas, and a mud giant full of different quality filth, finds the presence beside the closet that the Lord has ordained to be his "enemy," and approaches.

The force seems likely from the looks of it, but just proportional to the size of the body, the movement is slow (Kanman), slowly trying to step on the target - Alsen.

Without even looking at the "enemy," Arsen pulled out his fine sword.

Normally, I couldn't afford the care and kindness to call on the spirits to help me.

Don't be ridiculous.

Abandoned briefly and sharply, I just swept the power of the rare and aggressive wind spirits that gathered me in a fine sword, accompanied by my own anger and my own power and magic now.

"Cahahahaha!"

The spirits of the prank with sharp cuts float their giants slightly in the sky, cleaving on the part of the ankle of the mud giant that holds incompatible soil among the four major elements.

Leaking something like a voice that only makes an uncomfortable impression, the mud giant leans his body greatly.

"Please don't be gone, Uriel."

The voice of my anger and the angel's mourning over the water, which does not speak out, spread to my chest even if the country used "descent" that does not unload permission for use only when things happen and during training.

Within a loud voice overflowing his chest and occupying Alsen's head, the mud giant "at least strikes a blow" and falls to the nearest Alsen, but Eliphas fires and stops him.

Then compared to the loose movement until then, increase the speed for a long time and turn yourself away from where you were shot with the mud scattered.

"- Stay away from my best friend, you filthy, weak-spirited guy"

"Eliphas," who continues to flirt with his life as a person, "fires further at the muddy giant, who has a bitter face with no details.

Each time it fires, the mud giant trying to hang on to Arsen leaves and floats further from his ankle, which was earlier turned off by the Spirit of the Wind.

So gradually, Arsen saw a large body of mud "earthy".

Reminds me of my best friend who is trying to protect herself from whatever she does, including the "selfishness" that doesn't look alike, but Eliphas also feels.

'If Ars has disappeared, if you don't know, if you're sad, do you mean you're thinking as much as you're comforted, Grandor'

Whimpering in his mouth in a way that barely speaks while Eliphas continues to fire.

Alsen sheathed the fine sword he used to sweep when the mud giant took the form of a complete deflection of Alsen's body to overwhelm it with the momentum of the shooting.

Lose weight on the core of your body softly and stop it from slipping on a wet carpet with square mud that serves as an axial foot.

"Look, Alsen. The blow works better than the stiff one." Positive fist thrust. "

"You two, always treat me like a brother.

And if I could be like my brother, would you behave like this? "

The more white gloves squeak, the more I grip.

"And I'll tell you this once and for all, but you must never do it to a person.

The compatibility of the spirits you use with your opponents can be fatal. "

The application of noisy martial arts, specially taught by Netuark.

I now do not hesitate to put the Spirit of the Wind on my fist and punch it in again.

Soon after raising what seemed like a voice this time, the mud giant sprayed incompatible wind spirits with full positive fist poking, scattering them as they were, especially in the closet Arsen had earlier attempted to open.

It then becomes impossible to describe the form of a "person" entirely, becoming a mass and scattered around one side.

Still, the amount of mud that was making the giant was tremendous, and the VIP room had been painted on the mud more than ever.

"I wonder what it was. Just this big, half-way magic product is'

Eliphas was coming right next to Arsen and stomping on the mud wreckage like it was jammed with shoes.

From the shadow of Alsen, nestled without words with Eliphas, who spoke of dissatisfaction, he appeared again in darkness or with the sceptre of the Ong.

"" Mockle Karl Vi ".

It's an ancient giant with a big figure.

But when a man makes this by magic and tries to send it to this land, it's inside. "

In a way, Arsen narrows his eyes to what the "prime minister of hell" calls his efforts.

(Based on the resentment, if it took shape, would you acknowledge it as an effort?

Yeah, but accepting the consequences of things with such tolerance must mean that nostalgia is broad and deep)

Along with such an admirable feeling, Alsen's voice inadvertently spreads within his chest as his anger still smokes over his "selfish compassion" for his old friends.

"Gabriel, listen to me. Zeble is amazing.

I didn't put it into words, even my feelings, and by looking at me and thinking about what I've been talking about, you've even given me the strength to talk about what I want to talk about. "

I can see that it belongs to Arsen's godson, but it's also something he can't possibly speak of.

There was nothing to give Lucifer but the word "God the Father" loved.

And she couldn't even speak for anything else.

Because if you change the way you look at it, it's the same as being disrespectful to your father. "

(I guess this means Gabrielle's voice)

Is it because "Eliphas the Goddess" is beside her that she had an edge?

Until now, an angel of water, who had not emitted an object of will toward Arsen, the vessel, is calling on him to complain.

(Grandor said he could speak frequently from Uriel, who helps him during his descent and during his usual time waiting for his power…)

I don't know why, at this time, Gabrielle would sue me with her goddaughter's voice.

(Maybe Grandor and Netuark know why)

Also, I can't wait to see the situation, like being left over feelings of compassion from the people I care about.

During a natural disaster involving the world, there was also a tragedy of bereavement of my best friend, but I thought I could return the thanks for my care until then.

But the colored and brown man lay on the ground once, but rose up immediately, and overtook himself.

(For both of us, am I ever going to be able to keep you company?)

And the presence that was likely to harm Alsen and secretly try to crush it, was being acted upon.

("Lord Ong" sucks magic and memory, too)

"A magical picture book to prove the existence of the old gods, taking away memories and magic."

That was what my real mother, Baltham Padrick, consumed so much magic that she looked into it for me.

In the past, Eliphas was outraged that she had "hurt her best friend" even though she had been consulting with her.

Once again, if I were told of the event by my companion, Ong, I would strike my tongue so well that I was likely to mistake it for Grandor without the appearance of a busty goddess.

- The guy who sent this dirt giant is the one who annoyed your heart by saying that nasty thing?

Then I should have sent it back in a miserable way '

The fact that Grandor was sadly and admired and that he had been placed in a team of caregivers was also true, so he could not be consulted further.

I only told her why, because I thought I could talk to her.

'Cause that's my best friend and sweet Eliphas.'

To the question that arose in his chest, the voice of an angel of water, who looked just like himself, expanded like a drop falling on the surface of the water.

(Did you (Gabriel) ever miss Eliphas?)

So far, Arsen realized that his body was able to grow to the point where he was able to deliver the power of Gabriel, the Spirit of the Water.

But after more than a decade of acquiring that power, and this kind of overlap, I don't know if I really just act as a "vessel".

(And, Ars. Are you also talented enough to act as a vessel?)

I have the pride of being the one who advanced Ars Trad to the rabbit sage Netourk.

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(By the time you sent me such a joke, did you mean that Netsuerk was already looking to keep Ars within his reach)

What Arsen "picked up" two years ago is nothing in particular to hide.

And Arsen himself didn't feel so much dramatic about the encounter or anything called destiny to the public at all.

It's just the day I met Ars.

It's been a long holiday so I had a drink with Grandor last night and at his boarding house, but my best friend was out early the next morning because he had work to do.

So it's just that I haven't been alone in a really long time and can't afford to spare time and pretend not to look at it calmly, usually.

However, at this time, Netsuerk himself received reports that he was hung up looking like a rabbit in the care of his re-cousin, who had closed his heart, and had not even contacted each other (Roku).

It has also been told by Rodley Mind, the same aristocrat and soldier who sees Alsen as a favorite, and it is also a sure story.

He is, in a sense, the deputy secretary of Netsuruk, captain of the guard role and captain (who has been forced to do so by the king) of Eunmori.

It also means watching, and in a way it becomes one of the few who knows who the "rabbit sage" is.

He is, ostensibly, in a position to educate the same new soldier as Arsen, and to move relatively freely for what he moves.

However, in Dagger Sunflower's peace generations, he is pursued daily by the task of producing a military school curriculum.

I do a medium and difficult job if I actually work on it: rubbing together the realistic opinions of the field with the ideal opinions of the exchangers and working out a curriculum so they don't get complaints from the two.

Besides, he also admits to being an excellent person because he works as a deputy to Netuark Saxfawn, which even his "crooks" and best friends admit.

However, when somehow "Padrick" was involved, the impression that he would get mucky or dig a grave, commonly referred to as "the third sheet," was strong, even a strange figure for Alsen, whose age was also a classmate.

(If I was involved, it would overflow the status quo of Netuark, which I don't need, with complaints, but there was absolutely no such thing. Then I figured, "Kill Als Trad.")

"Also, one day when I met Eliphas, I prepared to give it to him when I was with Arsen.

I was hoping Eliphas would take this too. '

Keeping your face so calm and reliable, you don't even make me feel fine dust for trying to kill a boy like my dear brother.

'Oh, let's swear I'll always come back to Alsen Padrick.

Then I'll bring back all my best friends, your precious godchildren, the fucking kids who will be my son, the bustling women at work, the lords and the people of this territory. '

And while I don't know what policy changes were in my best friend's successful chest after he tried to kill me, he said he would help me this time.

(Do you think that if I don't know, that's fine, until then?)

Its face, with a smile peeking at its reliable sturdy teeth, is going to be dark and shadowed and invisible.

… "I do not want to involve important beings, that is why I do not teach".

You once said that to that silver-haired lady, who is responsible for Gabrielle's part in this dredging ritual.

Yet when you are done with it, do you get angry?, "Alsen Padrick" "

I've been calling about Gabrielle and Arsene, and this is the only place they've sent me telepathy.

While I was surprised that I was called without voicing my name in the shape of a voice, I clearly saw the face of my best friend, who was about to be overshadowed by wonders and thus shadows, even in the shadows.

The expression floating in its shadow looked cut, but the teeth were laughing up the edge of his mouth, even without showing it.

Even though Eliphas cautioned, he called me by the name of the water angel.

Although I am also concerned about the unexpected smile of my best friend, I have great doubts about the fact that I have been changed in the way my name is called.

But I dare you, if you still don't sound like Eliphas worrying about you, Alsen will.

Are you picking up and reading memories to that point?

"Thank you for your cooperation."

First he was thanked for his telepathic response.

Now, even if this is how Eliphas was becoming a "goddess," he's not even aware of his partner's telepathy.

As much as that, I try not to put it on the table even though it is inherently weak.

And to my best friend "Alsen Padrick," who is depressed even in that state, the emotional goddess is concerned.

"… I touched the heart of a lady named Liquorice Label on the way to this lobby."

The Prime Minister of Hell, husband of the goddess of vengeance, smiles at his healthy wife, trying to revitalize his best friend, turning to Alsen Padrick, to continue his telepathy.

"Based on the calendar of this country called Selisanceum, it is rare and old-fashioned in recent years, but she is a diligent and honest young lady.

I don't go that far, even though I have a "wife".

So, it looks like the words you said in the near past remain strong.

Arsen Padrick and Dendrobium phalenosipus, in this case Mr Dinfare because it is long?

On the way to this lobby, I had a good bite and thought of the words you told me, comparing the two respected men.

Yeah, well, since you're a valued employee, what you haven't been informed about to stay out of it is that you can't really experience it without benefiting your boss. "

(… this is)

Brilliantly, it was like coming back to me and poking at me.

"If I'm gonna protect you, I'm gonna do something terrible."

Earlier words sounded different even though they were the same, and it struck my mind to pierce me anew.

The appearance of his best friend, smiling in the shadows, was stained with blood.

"As for the devastation of the captive Azit, which was near the previous Wang capital, it was not the power of one of Ms Deinferre.

Grandor McGaffin was part of the devastation. "

He was also touching Dinfare, and sending Arsene telepathically the memories of her glimpses to the Chancellor of Hell to go on.

If I tried to be Alsen, I would just like to protect my re-cousin, but I accepted the sister of my deceased best friend as an action close to the runoff of a female knight who was intoxicated.

But for some reason in that shadow, my best friend was cleaning up as if nothing had happened to me to get ahead of him.

"But you must miss your men, as Lai said." "

Should I say that the prime minister of hell deserves it, Alsen is relentlessly pursued by his own words of the past.

It is embarrassing and painful for me to be returned with my own voice as it is.

If I just gave that to my expression, I would put more strain on Eliphas, who is even healthy now.

It also leads to further exposure to the prime minister of hell in front of him, so he can deliver it into his suffering chest and not let it out.

Therefore, I realized that the deception of pretending to be "fine" for my thoughtful and dear best friend would be quite the shackles of my own heart.

I guess it will be different for people, but if you tried it on Alsen, you have to admit the audacity of your best friend, who didn't observe "I tried to kill a godson who thinks like my brother" at all until I was told he was in these shapes.

(I guess Grandor should still say "stronger" a few steps than me in that sense)

If even "fine dust" here has divulged the feeling you are deciding to hide, if it has given Eliphas an extra worry that he is unable to do so, I don't even feel like I have the right to complain to him anymore.

Suddenly, Arsen "had no idea" that his best friends would send their righteous sons and nieces everyday to places where they could feel safe and feel like their younger brothers, and that the days of serenity would continue.

The battle to even and level a country that leaned 40 years ago,

invasion strategies from other countries are also carried out across national borders,

He thought that the investigation into the natural disaster he had examined until he lost his dear best friend would be as important as the "last" one.

Above all, because the people of the land loved by the goddess of the earth had overcome such a thing, I did not want anything to happen in this country any more.

Though there was a sense that it was off the record, it was just because that was how Arsen really felt, too.

(Here, it's more true that I didn't enjoy it, and we betrayed each other)

Confirming that "utterly untouchable merit" remains in Alsen Padrick, the presence of an image of Ong continues to telepathize.

I didn't call you "Gabrielle" earlier.

And even though the angel of water has given his power to the form of "assimilation," it is there that he begins to speak to you. "

Because Alsen Padrick's disharmony as a vessel as Gabriel will no longer be applied by his hands.

"Alsen Padrick, as he stands, became" the prime minister of hell. "I felt a long way from you, Lord Gabriel, confronting me.

Now when confronted with Lord Uriel, I can't stand it before purifying the filth of Eliphas, whom Alsen Padrick has undertaken.

So let's get a little tough. "

It reminds the mouth vibration (telepathy) of the feeling of a frozen spine, as if it had been "revealed" to Alsen, who was lost.

Alsen went on to help by ignoring the common sense of the world and doing so at the hands of his best friend, even as an adult.

If it hadn't been for the "second time" experience, I would have put it on my face.

[Arsene, my deception of the "calendar of the world" is a secret to Grandor.

Otherwise, your re-cousin, Mughe's life, who gave birth to my niece, will be wasted in a true sense.

Now, let's continue with the farce to deceive you even more.]

The wise man, who did the "second betrayal" to the Angel of the Wind, sprinkled six wings that had been stretched from his back and held a baby Lily in his arms.

"Are you..."

If the presence in this vessel called "Deacon's Lock" had the same prospect as a sage of color.

(If so, what role does Ars have to play?)

So the lips of the goddess moved so that she could support me beside herself.

Push the agitation to perfection, gaze at your best friend, and you will receive another telepathy from Ong.

"... be careful, Lord Gabriel."

Time is definitely progressing. And I'm sorry, but I don't have time for a detailed explanation until I understand this situation.

However, I promise to tell you everything I know about Angletham Padrick. "

'It's okay, my best friend, I'll protect you, and your most important and dearest, come to this side.

What do you care? He seems to be familiar with it. Hey, sir. '

"Alsen Padrick" stops taking the words of his healthy best friend by floating around in the middle of the conversation. The goddess kept encouraging me, working hard for my dear best friend.

(No matter how angry I am right now, you know there's still a part of Grandor that I admire, Eliphas.)

And straight away, while "Alsen Padrick," Eliphas believes he can be Gabriel.

Grandor will be a "Uriel" just like he was once a brother or best friend.

And if Alsen has something similar to what his best friend Sage did and what he did in this place called Robrow, there's something I know because I helped him.

If I can be likened to "little girl," Eliphas should be the "age" she deserves to describe as "young lady."

"One arrow pays off" even as I get hit with a lot of bitterness.

In that sense, he keeps interacting, using the butler as a "vessel," Alsen returns telepathy to the beings that are coming out of this world.

"... naturally"

The moment he was admitted to his speculation, Arsen decided to be prepared.

- As long as you're happy.

Perhaps since his visit to this VIP room, he has also acted as "Eliphas' husband," as he now asks of Alsen Padrick, "Prime Minister of Hell."

… "Girl" means her mind grows faster than a boy.

And "the child" has about 2,000 years of records, knowledge stored in magic books, and records as "Eliphas worshipping the goddess."

2000, huh?

I was repeating it with my heart by accident.

- I can't stop being happy with my best friend.

All right, sir, let's pick him up.

There was a vessel. I'm sure you'll be on this side.

But first, we have to keep pace with where we're gonna pick you up. '

I guess that means "Ars".

The voice that responds makes him feel somewhere young, and Ong smiles, but Arsen has a slight anxiety about the expression, including the rabbit.

"- I wonder if that" cunning "would give way easily. Mm-hmm. - Oh, what?

The goddess asks about the atmosphere of anxiety held by her best friend, so she leans her lips in her ear and whispers about the "rabbit".

If you noticed, you had Alsen's right palm and arm firmly connected so as to tangle with Eliphas' left palm and arm.

"Truth be told, there might be one."

If that's what you said, stroke Arsen's cheek, and Eliphas smiled like trouble.

"What have you done?"

'- I'm really going to do something to upset my feelings on this side. And you're worried about me.'

If you think about the personality of your best friend, who has been dating for more than 20 years.

Because he chose the path to help his niece until he deceived the world, it was easy to imagine his best friend, who had become this goddess, relentlessly ostracizing him if he wanted to do harm.

(However, to compare Netsuerk to a cunning means that Eliphas made contact somewhere as a "rabbit" sage... but there shouldn't be one.

That, because it is "magic and not magic," I do not know how much magic is great, but it cannot be said from Netsuerk's own mouth.

Besides, since the butler fell, Eliphas hasn't had contact with Mr. Lily.

And...)

That "rabbit" figure is also to protect Netsuruk's own body because he was Arsen, who gave him a hug after losing Maple.

(Does that mean that a rabbit appeared to be in contact with Eliphas once, just like the Spirit leader I'm descending from?)

Within thinking, Ong used his wand to walk more than walking, Ong stood in the front, with wrinkled hands on his white neat cheeks, trembling slightly.

- Come on, my dear friend.

"Perhaps I cannot stand the" end of this Eliphas ". But it's something I can't do."

Telepathy and verbal duet, the message from Ong can be continued.

"This is the memory of Angletham Padrick left in the magical picture book.

I don't know if this will be enough to pay for Eliphas' end, but I'm guessing it'll be part of Alsen Padrick's father he wanted to see. "

From the palm of Ong's touch, the memories that he sucked into Alsen's head expand.

I have as many fathers as Arsene today, smiling with a jade town in the shape of a puppy on my palm.

[May Angletham pick you up with a gold ring when Balsam grows up]

I was reading my mother's letter with a gentle smile on my face, where childhood and direct thoughts seeped out.

"Don't pick me up, but I love it, Balsam"

In his promise to Anglecam "to keep not weeping sadly," for the loving exchange between his father and mother before his birth "and the nostalgia and joy of his voice, Arsen weeps only a little.

However, Arsen thinks about the presence in front of him, who kept this memory for me while I shed tears.

The presence of this monk is better known as the Prime Minister of Hell, and is considered to be the "King of God at height," so it still has to do with the words my mother used to speak to me with so much magic.

"This picture book is the" King of God at Heights. "It is a testament and a" shadow "when a God was in this world.

God accepted to stop God, but he didn't just allow "to be forgotten that he was God."

So people, to write down the evidence, made a picture book.

Any young child dropped the "shadow" of his existence in a picture book that he could accept.

That's the picture book I'm holding up right now. "

And Baltham held the picture book tighter, than Alsen is now, even in tears.

This is a tear for the same person who is in the same predicament now and now.

When I realized that he was the son I had seen beside him, just as I had once mourned my father Angletham Padrick, a tear that made me think of him insanely, I went on to tell him why.

I keep waiting for this "King of God at Heights" to meet again, tears for men.

I kept waiting for distracting years, as a picture book.

And once a few decades ago, the "King of God at Heights", who tasted and was God, was summoned to this world, as he did when he accepted the traveller's proposal.

As promised, "four unreasonably trampled lives on top of sacrifice."

So Balsam's magic ran out, and that was it when it came to picture books.

(According to the story my mother told me, this "before" - maybe four lives were sacrificed when Barrota's sister died.

I don't know what the traveler suggested or did... Oh, but wait -)

Beautiful people think even more while even rebuttal to themselves is done in polite terms.

(Does the phrase "this time", Robrow's execution of four nobles, apply to "unreasonably trampled"?)

And the guilty shall be judged according to the law.

Think about whether that's unreasonable.

On that Alsen's thoughtful, leaning beautiful face, Ong looked at his old history.

[Why didn't it consult?!]

(Why didn't you talk to me about anything?!)

She was just as worried about the angel of the stars as she was about herself, asked by a beautiful gentle angel, even though it was also a place of battle.

I didn't answer anything then, I just fought.

Excuse me, Lord Gabriel. And he was my best friend and my wife, Eliphas. "