Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Grandor, you can't be "cunning" like Netuk.

"In the meantime, I'm gonna cheat on nobody."

In a sense, use that as a cliché, and the person who put it in your mouth really does.

But people, though cunning no one bothers them, do not escape from the unfaithfulness that was born of it, and they do it all themselves.

What lies ahead at the end of it is if we apply it to his values, followed by a judgment that he "does not deserve to exist" in the light of the laws of the world, then it disappears without hesitation.

Its existence, erased, presupposes that it "won't bother anyone" even if it disappears, so there is no forgiveness.

I once knew Arsene because I "dated" him to protect his niece.

And if such cunning can be done by a man named Grandor, I also don't want him to do it.

We've been doing a lot of things to protect each other, but I think there's something "unsuitable" about it.

(You may be wearing a mask called Ho-Han, but the face under that mask is still a kind person.

As bad as you think you are, you can't be a bad person.

Netuark just being indifferent to beings other than me seems to think, but that's not all, is it)

Every time I had a nightmare about my true sister being killed, I had seen my big body round my sleeping table many times, in a dark night like I am now.

And every time I reached out to pull back out of that darkness, I was also thanked.

I can also see that the gratitude and penance for what I did in military school lead to "over-protection".

(However, were you so anxious about Ars that you had to try it until you put your life on the line)

At the same time I ask in my heart, an interpretation comes to mind that is only a little more convenient for me.

"If the presence Arsene thinks of as his brother is such that he dies easily from being caught up in something, you will grieve when he mourns.

That too, the longer we spent together, I'm sure the sweeter you will be deeply saddened.

Well, if his brother doesn't have the power to deal with a sudden incident, then I thought about it early. "

Though I think it's a really propitious convenient interpretation, I can't even make a denial.

(Then can Ars assume that Grandor no longer needs to aim because he stayed?)

Because if you can, I don't want you to disappear, except in the way that the people you think are important are going to complete their life expectancy.

I am proud to have made an effort to help those people if they were in danger.

(So let me protest with all my might that you tried to erase Ars to protect me)

Eliphas and Belzebub talk about the "cunning rabbit," so I ask Gabriel what he's assimilating, just because it's good.

- Uriel is unusually overprotective of me, and they think he's tough on me, but the toughness of it is caring for the other guy.

But there really weren't many people who understood it. "

Until then, the words of an angel of water, who barely spoke in small numbers, spread in a slow and calm atmosphere within Alsen.

"Lucifer was the first to notice Uriel's kindness, and I was the one who reached out.

The fact that you reached out where Uriel's vessel is trembling in the nightmare of losing her true sister may be on the brink. "

(Really?)

In terms of character, he also thought he was separated from "Grandor of the Good Guy" and "Strict Uriel".

Regardless of its appearance or its role as an angel, the face and attitude found on the strong side (wolf toe), except for the six wings stretched from the back.

Besides, the angel, who presides over the large brown body soil, first tells me that he was afraid of his surroundings.

"Nor does Uriel ever hate or neglect Lucifer, but he is afraid of his surroundings because of the role given to" God the Father ".

If I was around, Lucifer's rating would drop, so I tried not to be around.

However, since I am also an angel in my role as master of kindness and mercy, there was also a tide of people trying not to make an effort to do so.

I think that there are places where hard work and patience can be directed, but there are places where I think there is over-protection because it means subduing people's thoughts on kindness.

Eliphas didn't like the idea of sweetening my kindness or mercy without trying, and in the sense that I said it, it seemed to agree that Uriel was on my side. "

(Really?)

After hearing quite a long explanation, I think again about angels that would also deal with lava-like flames, which my best friend had always unloaded during his training.

Though I will pay my respects as a great power over the spirits of the earth, I have only ever had the realization that I can lend my abilities (from my side) to a good friend named Grandor.

Because I never thought deeply about it, the appearance of brown skin and what passes besides strength, later it is not in Arsene to come up with anything else besides the blood mould.

"From the similarities in shape and appearance, the vessel and Uriel may have led to descent. Anyway, first of all, if we don't have enough endurance to unload our abilities and use them, we can't."

(Yes, the first thing we hear about being powerful is from a wise man who taught us the magic of "descent")

Without the ability to withstand being poured into the vessel of a person, it "breaks" without being able to withstand.

It is forbidden in Cerisanseum today, but if you want to use the power to be a symbol of the four elements, the "adjustment (maintenance)" of efforts to maintain endurance is also indispensable.

However much effort was made and the strength to become a tough "vessel" could be "compatible" with the eventual descent, so it was a troublesome and difficult forbidden technique in that sense.

Conversely, if it is even compatible, even if the vessel is anxious, sometimes the contents are better healed.

If you say it in this ritual of dredging, Louis' lesser name, Guna God, hits it.

But even though it was compatible, it was also a harsh object because Grandor was aided by a great deal of nobility (Oho Munchkin), Apricot was a long time old (Kujibiko), and the rabbit's sage demon crossed many times with a long and triple crossing.

Also because of the low "awareness" of a god named Shaungu Na God, the wise man as conductor spoke when placed as an actor in order to maximize the power of the god of Yan Boy.

(If you say it in descent, I also feel that Grandor is more like a god named Ohime, who has successfully handled the god of the young man, Shawna Kouna.

However, it seems that Grandor was also prepared to descend Uriel on the side of God, who said his life was precious, in anticipation of using earth angels)

"Grandor, you, have you grown up since you've been here for a little while?

During the final ordination of the ritual, in the form of stockpiling (stockpiling) magic, it was immediately known to beautiful military men who excelled in witchcraft who were delivering it separately into their bodies.

However, because all of the quantities are so boring, it also seemed to be getting bigger, so I ask by analogy.

"Well, I don't think he's growing any taller."

I was so deluded on the spot, and I was open to it.

In a conversation I had with my best friend before Eliphas came to "pick me up," I had already noticed that Grandor was "planting" the descent for some reason.

(But I had bought another one, but what kind of descent was that?

At least it's something I've never been to before, but it's similar to Uriel's.

Even while Arsen thinks about it, Gabriel, who is in him, talks more about earthly angels.

"Previously, the vessel that had the gift of unloading Uriel was also a gentle boy with a big brown body.

However, within a very young age, he was crushed because of his talent as a vessel because of human calendar circumstances. "

(Huh? Oh, right. Sure, it's not weird)

I never thought about it again, but when "talent" and "vessel" go hand in hand, it reminds me that no one is great, but I can unload that power on my body and borrow it.

However, in a country called Selisanceum, the presence of four elements of angels in keeping with the faith of the goddess of the earth, as well as the wisdom of the country to conduct research and "descend", was kept as a forbidden technique.

However, mishandling is excessively dangerous, which means that the King's dagger burns books describing some of its techniques - those describing the procedures for hitting the four major elements, arbitrarily after the end of the war and natural disasters.

After that report was incinerated, it was made by Dagger himself at the Round Table of the Royal Palace in Selisanceum, where representatives of various countries were gathered, and it was seen and condemned as "outrageous" to the nations of the world.

There is no other way to be seen as outrageous, except because the only remaining heroes in my country - Selisanceum - have mastered the methods and bones (tricks) of the descent of the angels that hit the "Four Elements", but have incinerated them in other countries within the context of not disclosing how to do so.

No one has gotten that far yet when it comes to heroes from other countries being strong enough to unload the Spirit of the Four Elements.

However, there were a few but not all who were rumored to be possible.

"If you're a hero of Henruda, can you unload some angel power?"

"New heroic candidates from the South are also considered excellent inside"

Especially said are these two, the heroes of Henruda blind their right eyes in the investigation of natural disasters, and the heroes of the South do not reject the faith of the goddess of the earth, but take the country's own culture as their best and are not interested in the power of exotic heavenly use.

Still, if we were to descend the power of the gods that are at the service of each nation, if we were to succeed, we would not be present at that round table.

However, while the power of descending upon other nations their own religions and the power of the native gods is assumed to be great, the power of the Spirit of the four elements is recognized globally, and its power to call it "nature" is immense.

The method was undermined by the "tyranny" of a king of a nation.

Before smoking "dissatisfaction," he exposed the purple left eye of his mother's Trenia concession, reading the hearts of those rarely exposed in public, echoing in the royal palace a shout that shook the air of his father concession.

"The war of aggression is over, as is the natural disaster that stranded the world.

Why do you think you're so cunning that a prohibition comparable to a weapon has been compromised from this world?

Following the overwhelming words, the gaze from the purple eyes is directed and poured on the representatives of the nations gathered to renew the Treaty of Friendship.

Not as good as Gloriosa Sunflower, the father who was called "God of God," whose voice power frightened the other person enough not to create a gap that made him feel extra thoughts in his heart, but picked up and read without blurring his feelings of "dissatisfaction."

"… Indeed, it seems most unfair that only the heroes of Celisanceum can unload and use the power of the three spiritual heads: water, earth and wind.

But there, while retaining its power in the defense of the invasion strategy, "I was not using it," I want you to appreciate our country.

Once you point your purple eyes at the words "I didn't use them," Dagger continues after you've been able to pick up a few words that will make you think "Sure."

"In the first place, that magic book, which described the way of descent, was in the fold that our country used to lean towards, punished by a place that the pre-peace prime minister had set up to hide, something that we stumbled upon after the peace.

That was publicly made public by the Predecessor, Gloriosa, on the dawn of the stabilization of the country, to the countries that endorsed the mechanism of the four heroes of the country presented by Chancellor Angletham Padrick, because they were not indispensable.

But as you know, then the wise Prime Minister, who excelled in witchcraft, died, and the forbidden book describing the descent of the four elements involved "politics," so you, as you know, can no longer show the wisdom of the country. "

When it comes to politics, the insanity that should not be directly involved is made up of "wise men's sides".

It is a decision that is made in any country in this world, and if a wise man broke its indiscipline and engaged in politics, the country, in whatever form, is famous for its inclination to "perish".

Where is the story of a country that perished and disappeared in the vicinity, in the calendar of Selisanceum, which holds the history of the kingdom of 2000, and also in the calendars of foreign nations?

And the manual descending the angel who will be the head of the four elements, if there is no one who can "decipher" it, is rightly in a state of treasure spoilage.

But more than just letting politics get involved, perhaps showing a string-readable sage can also inspire the country to lean.

But, luckily, there was a man in my country who was capable of being wise, but not wise.

The words that reach the purple eyes that push together into the word and pick up and read the mind are "awkward" if they are to be said in a nutshell.

But despite that, Dagger goes on.

"The form in which the person unloads the head of the Spirit of the Four Elements to match the vessel of a man named Angel, decrypting the Prohibition Book, so that once again three heroes of the country, including himself, may be used, but..."

"One who is capable of being wise, but not wise", all the people in this place know the current state of the person.

"The man was originally famous for his clever figure -.

I wonder if the Horsemen are now more known by the name "hero killer".

However, technically, we are still "under investigation" without knowing the veracity, but we are certain that one person is dead, so let us go as is. "

To the voice of the king of Selisanceum, the round table continues to be silent, with no voice of heart or anyone to raise up.

"And besides not being a" useless "hero for the moment, the angel of the wind he is dealing with will probably never be used again.

The Spiritual Art of the Wind sometimes presides over information and knowledge, but the most "preferred" is the one who falls in love.

If anyone can get to the spiritual arts marginally, you know this too.

And the hero who killed the hero was also his "lover."

At that point, Dagger talks about what was still in the category of "rumors" at a round table that brings together representatives of various foreign countries.

"For the Spirit of the Wind, it will no longer be possible to unload the angel who presides over the Spirit of the Wind on that hero-killing hero-killing killing who has made the greatest betrayal.

Plus, as I said earlier, I don't know if I killed him while still having "heroic abilities" for useless habits, but I'm confused about losing my lover. "

Dark and purple eyes emit a gaze of pressure and suppression, in an overly cold voice and its face, unlike the king of a country called Selisanceum of moderation and peace.

It was enough to make me dig up the feeling that I shouldn't "defy" like I'm buried in my instincts, even though I don't recognize anyone in that eye.

The king, unable to pick up his objections, goes on even further.

"Alsen Padrick, a hero who can bring down a healing angel of water to contain the hero, is in perfect condition.

So, as things stand, only a man named Grandor McGaffin can use his descent properly in my country in the form of an escort behind me. '

If I said that and looked back, a big brown man with a big sword on his back, wrapped around his clothes as a hero, bowed his head to his knees.

"In addition, in a country called Selisanceum as it is, let me take the form of two heroes who were tables to hide the other two.

Originally, neither hero killer nor murdered hero liked to be on the table.

Above all, I do not want the story to spread and cause anxiety to the people who live in this country at the end of this calm world where heroes have killed heroes.

No, should I say "unforgivable"?

In a way, if you can name him, you want him to be forgotten, except in these necessary places, as king of this country. "

Although everyone on the spot had noticed that the subtle conversation had changed, they could not pinch the words.

However, it was not the case that the young king of this country was hungry for what he had already done on his own.

First of all, "if you want peace in the world," it is certainly only unnecessary, as Dagger put it, to unload the angels of the four elements that will also deal with the forces of nature.

If there were a natural disaster that would require the help of an angel, he would respond to as many requests as he had made to this country called Selisanceum.

At that time, the whole world knows that, despite the invasion, every country embraced it in a disaster that was supposed to gradually calm down across the world.

Most importantly, it was also a place of signature, gathered to "ask no questions" about the simultaneous invasion by foreign countries.

So abruptly, but with a common perception for the place where the goddess faith of the earth is rooted, there was also a self-serving reward to take that great power had been incinerated while only his own country retained it.

But I know very well that from peace to war, and in the course of natural disasters, no country, Cerisanseum, will commit outrage.

Picking up its heart, the king of Cerisanseum drips its head deep into the people who are gathered deep as representatives of the country.

'Thank you very much for your patience and forgiveness.

And that's what he said before he lost his sanity. "

Dagger traces his memory a few months ago in order to raise his head and tell him what his "best friend Netsurk Saxfawn" said before he investigated the natural disaster.

And what I'm doing is my first role as a "sage", complaining and complaining about "being pushed by tyrants!" by my best friend, who is supposed to be entrusting me with pinching reason.

That should have happened.

Originally, incendiary books were proposed and spoken to by Netuark, who succeeded in deciphering the method of descent, to Dagger, who was the master.

Since the place where the Prohibition Book was kept hidden is also the royal palace, which is the residence of the royal family, the king always takes the form of an "escort" when the colored person examines it.

So I was on the 1st side when it came to the ban, and it was also a situation where I was putting the story in my ear.

Regarding the descent of the angels of the four major elements, even though the forbidden book had been almost deciphered, Netsuruk had further loaded "there are concerns".

And when the armistice of the first invasion strategy ends with further loading and the war begins again.

"Yeah, that's why I needed to make him lean, besides crushing the vessel."

I see my best friend calling me a "tyrant" who is very unfortunately on the whining side, reflecting the lamp's lamp in the tiny eyes behind the round glasses.

"This forbidden book should be incinerated for any reason whatsoever, as something that I am prepared to become a wise man."

Tell your friends after you've prefaced your courtesy.

"If it turns out that the power of these four spirits can be unloaded and used in man's vessel, it is man's sexuality that seeks power, even when it is at peace.

And hatred, the existence of this forbidden book is known to the world.

I squeeze the rationale that convinces you even in a way close to being forced.

Besides, there's a hero who's just smart. Because it's more effective for a king to say it, though he's young to look like a godly father year after year than to say he's burned it.

Nice to meet you, Dan. "

So he sandwiched the leaves of the red leaves instead, as usual, and closed the forbidden book.

(It doesn't change what I report, but if it's true, it's what Netuak wanted me to report in a way that would keep him back)

If the investigation into the natural disaster was completed, his best friend was to be registered at home and abroad as a national hero and "wise man".

And if you became a wise man, you could draw a line from the political affairs and say that you wanted to help your accumulated knowledge for the sake of the country - for the sake of the dreams of the woman who would be your partner.

As a "Dagger Sunflower" individual, I also supported my late mother as a friend because she wanted to "make the country a fair and funny place for any child".

He snorted definitively with a soft grin for Netourc at the honest support of the king, who always threw over all the impossible challenges.

"I don't like to associate (communicate) with people when I look like this.

I'll just say that if there were two superficial heroes, Grandor and Arsene, it would be enough for the country to be "capable of being wise, but not wise."

Because if there was nothing wrong, but there were four heroes who could also be seen in the symbol of force, they would still feel intimidated against other countries.

Yeah, well, if you're a smart little hero at all, you can instigate opinions for the good of this world from the standpoint of a king named Celisanceum to the traders of all countries.

If the invasion strategy is over, we'll have another friendship treaty in our country, right? "

Until we made a treaty of friendship, Netuk.

If it's true, there's only one hero in this country behind a king named Dagger Sunflower.

Grandor McGaffin with brown skin that wraps around a crowd of blue clothes and refrains from acting like a shadow.

I just didn't have anything to worry about if I saw him come to the palace with his gold bracelet on his left wrist and his own escort, hating ornaments.

Apparently, you got over that flower garden.

He continued his words, including for the heroes, who were also kings but who did not even want to come to this place to make a peace treaty, and who were also best friends.

"- The ability of the angels of the four major elements may indeed be wonderful, but they also have ritual support and there are many limitations to what they care about.

If it's convenience, rather than the magnitude of your abilities, it's easier to use and apply extra easily by descending gods and spirits rooted in the land (field).

Above all, it will not have to burden those who become vessels of descent.

I am imprisoned only by the awesomeness of the art of descent, and in its vessels - I see a form that places a great burden on the country's heroes.

It may be the role of the hero to defend the country, but it may be a slight overextension of the boundaries of the role. '

As a friend of a "hero," he speaks of an untouchable part.

Heard from Netsurk, his only true hero.

"We need to see heroes as' tools' to protect our country, and sometimes we can use them well.

But I still want to serve someone who doesn't forget that there's a heart there, even if it looks like a tool.

At least as far as I can tell, the heroes of a country called Selisanceum do, and I haven't forgotten that I have a heart, because I would love to use my abilities to be a king who loves my country.

Even in that sense, roll it on your hands well as an exchanger, Dan.

Yeah, but you can pick up people's minds on your own, so I guess you didn't have to bother to put it in your mouth, Ah-ha-ha. '

And the natural disaster that happened when he stunningly attempted to bring the second invasion strategy to an end with a ceasefire and momentum again as a "tool with a heart".

The heroes of the country agree to investigate the most dangerous places for the purpose of clarifying the natural disaster without saying, "We want you to use us."

"If we can successfully investigate the disaster here, our king-ruled country, Dagger Sunflower, will be known to the world for its name, having returned the invasion."

A very strong woman with red hair, the only one whose father has advanced to being a hero candidate, conveyed her thoughts as a hero's representative.

The other three snorted at me the same way.

So, because I sincerely believed, don't worry about anything, I left the investigation to the heroes of my country.

And this leads to the greatest regret as a dagger sunflower, though it has always been quite a life of regret.

We really weren't worried, anxious or dusty about each other.

And the results left over from a study led by a country called Celisanceum do not lead to a clarification of natural disasters, but "no end" to mourning two best friends at a time.

It was nothing but detrimental to the country.

"- Then this is the position of Gloriosa, the hero of peace, and the son of Trenia, the witch, but also the opinion of two of the heroes who were there, mourned, as foolish young kings"

The representatives of the nations listen to the voice of the freshly grown young king, who is drawing the blood of the man before the name of two heroes who have heard him once.

It is a lie when it comes to its overwhelming strength and not being aware of a father who was also called a god who boasted charisma.

But I was going to work without restraint on my own.

It was spoken to me by a white-haired sage who dived through the bondage of insanity from his father, from his mother, and for himself.

No one else, a man named "Dagger Sunflower", wants the king to reign.

And my friend who stayed close to me believes it was at least the time Dagger relentlessly put in a "cling" if he was under the influence of his father in a bad way.

Even from that friend, there was no such word.

So the tragedy that has happened this way is nothing more than "Dagger Sunflower's Unhandled."

"Heroes are, in a sense, the most necessary and reliable tools for a position like ours to do politics."

From birth until now, I have looked closer by touching the existence of a hero, perhaps more than anyone else in this world.

And I knew that even if I could perform the role of king, I could not be a vessel of heroes.

"But after trying to mourn them, I also realize that they were irreplaceable, just ordinary friends as a position for this trader.

It must be normal to rely on or be powerful as a friend, but it is distorted to force a friend to risk his life.

Even if those who are "heroes", friends and tools, volunteered to use them, they should have stopped them. "

Now for once, I look back slightly at one of my hero friends and go on.

'So, no matter how big a force you can be, or if you say you can rely on a "hero" to be your friend.

If you feel that it is impossible to connect to life, I would say that it is your role as a "hero" friend that makes you refrain from doing so.

I don't know if this is an excuse, but the reason why someone who is also the "people" who I play the role of "hero" burned the forbidden manuscript to avoid impossibility in any country.

Alsen Padrick will not give permission to Grandor McGaffin, who remains in our country, to use it for battle.

For that reason, in the unlikely event that something happens to be used, let me declare that I have also decided to apply to the Pope for permission in the context of this round table of friendship pact - '

Arsen heard from Grandor, who was under guard, the words clearly proclaimed by the king.

(His Majesty banned Celisanceum, but before our own generation, it wasn't strange that someone had done the descent, was it?)

I'm not sure if I've loosened the power to assimilate myself, but the angel of water,

There were others besides Grandor who could carry out Uriel's descent.

Until I told you, I didn't even notice the possibility.

I think I have a narrow mind, but no one in Arsen thinks Grandor is the only one who deserves to descend an angel of earth.

However, I recall myself asking Rico to play the role of water angel in the stripping ritual, mocking himself in the chest.

Because I am aware that "it would be strange if it were not for Grandor to descend Uriel", I can still understand the feelings of the Spirit of Water, which earlier took the form of interrupting Rico's descent.

And he was reluctant to unload Gabrielle's power on No. 1 Rico, a big best friend of his chest who stayed behind to support Alsen.

It makes me feel like I know once again that she really thinks of me.

When I was taught the fact that it was possible to descend an angel of earth other than Grandor McGaffin, I thought, "I don't like it" like a conditional reflex.

I strongly thought that the ability of a successful angel like that of the earth was not worthy of anything other than my own best friend.

"In the name of training, Arsene and I can do everything in our power to surrender and fight angel abilities."

Reminds me of my best friend's laughing face as he shows his sturdy teeth.

I thought it was time to remember the feeling of descent at a special training ground built on McGaffin farm, which we can do because we are two.

There, I have myself refusing to even imagine a situation where "different people" would come instead of my best friend because of their abilities.

And thank you, though I am sorry for Rico, that Eliphas has such feelings for herself.

Even though I know it's my best idea, I feel the joy of dark monopolies that I have been chosen by someone who says, "If I don't exist, I can't."

(So I say I'm hungry for Grandor's unsolicited overprotection.

If you get into that situation, you'll have to admit it wasn't Uriel the Grandor came down)

That angry feeling and what you have against Uriel's vessel.

I think you can think of emotions as something else.

Maybe Eliphas is angry with Uriel and his vessel at the same time, but he also has feelings of concern. "

("Worried"?)

If he had continued to mock himself for some time, an angel of slightly more mouthful water offered him words to comfort him.

'- Let's go, Alsen. My husband's going to be busy.'

At that time, Eliphas prompts me.

The water angel within is silent again, and Arsen also turns his feelings to his best friend.

Being prime minister of hell, his best friend's companion refined the figure of a boyhood butler with a medium face from the memory and dark magic of someone who was his "vessel".

And if he touched it softly with a wrinkled hand on its cheek, the boy refined in darkness opens his eyes.

(This is…)

He looked different, but the atmosphere and other things resembled his goddaughter.

Does Eliphas feel the same way, or is he talking to his partner about something similar to Arsene's?

The Prime Minister of Hell has been calling it the vessel of the Lord for some time now, but does he deserve something similar?

Though conceived, he hears with certainty what Eliphas and Hell's prime minister were talking about, and in the meantime, facing the records he finds out, Alsen shakes his heart into darkness.

In that, it was going to be Grandor that Arsen would be dealing with at the end of the story.

(This, Ning Ro, as far as I'm concerned, is a wish or fulfillment)

A shaken heart heals for irony and anger.

If you think about what's happened before, including Ars, if you don't seriously slash it, you can't help but think that your true feelings - anger and sadness - don't seem to pass on to your esteemed best friend.

And the prime minister and his wife in hell don't even bother their heads, but they see it as a problem - a rabbit sage, Netsuark Saxfawn, who can be likened as a cunning (thus).

(Whether you're an enemy or an ally, the sexual roots that flirt around you still don't seem to have changed...)

Now that it's on the "prime minister's side of hell," if there was any information that might be beneficial to this side, I think it's okay to give it away, but anyway, outside of the force, so no information other than the stripping ritual is available to Alsen.

(No way, I don't want to think about "what I expected so far."

No, there was a part of me that was prospecting, not anticipating it, and I guess that hit me)

He has long enjoyed the dangers (risks) that he is going to know from the length of about 20 years of dating.

(Even though I know that Eliphas and his companion are going to fight the existence, my being drawn in some way was predictable, so if I didn't give him the information, it would be a "win" for Netsurk)

It's something I've been feeling for a long time, but the edge between Netuark and Eliphas is thin.

Still a "friend of a friend" in the corner, so I thought Arsen, who was a boy at the time, would introduce him if there was any trigger, and set up a place.

However, there was never an opportunity for some business with each other to come in at the perfect time and eventually meet each other.

"Well, you're not related to each other."

"I don't know what else to do. Maybe you didn't get along."

And since those who could not meet each other didn't feel sorry for each other, and said so, Arsen himself didn't particularly care, and I thought there was no choice.

"If I ever get another chance, but thank you for taking the time to care of me."

If they say something similar like that to thank you, it's as if you're keeping your mouth shut.

In the end, it continued via my common friend, Grandor, in a relationship with someone who listened well to his name and topic.

But if you recall the fact that Eliphas is also in contact with "Maple Iberis," the actions taken by his best friend are predictable.

(I forgot the obsession of my loved one in Netuark)

Perhaps at the time I heard the name from Maple, some kind of investigation had been carried out.

(However, there was no indication that Netsuerk was grasping the details of Eliphas.

Or I didn't even care.

Because of him, you may know about the person who took over the gun, but it still didn't seem like anything more.)

In retrospect, it was not surprising that the tragedy of mourning Maple had taken place, that Netuark's heart had broken and Eliphas had disappeared, and that the edge had been turned down perfectly.

(I don't know, even though this interruption doesn't seem convenient on the edge, it feels "tangled" -)

Alsen also argues that a man named Netsuark Saxfawn is using the word tool to "play" a thread called the edge.

However, I also felt that there was more to this than words he was carrying out.

"That's right, you..." Mr. Rock. "Mr. Ars.

If you had two positions like "brother," I'd look forward to hearing from you. "

Once again, in the voice of my best friend, and when I am given the name of a godson who actually thinks like my brother, I feel back, followed by the voice of the Prime Minister of Hell that I am her companion.

The voice is harshly called upon by his own newly created presence on this side of the spectrum.

"Your" top priority husband and precious wife ".

I tied the "Lords and Ladies of Robrow" to misfortune and drove them, this land.

Do you mind if the Dukes of Hell defeat the present Lords, the Land God, and their proxy, the Wise Men? '

(… is clearly different from the quality of the voice so far. So, you've changed your appearance)

Until then, although it was probably the proper outpouring to describe it as a tender-looking favorite based (based) on the vessel, the "old butler's lock," it has grown taller now at some point, and that is beyond Alsen.

Most importantly, wearing armor would make the biggest difference, but I still feel clearly "not fit" in the back.

I immediately assumed that the item I was wearing was incompatible, not unsuitable.

Though only in the rear with armor on it, the atmosphere reminded me of my best friend who was still thinking about it.

(Does the presence of the Chancellor of Hell who has changed his appearance also mean that he is like Netsuruk)

If you're a sage to compare your best friend in a nutshell, there are only two people with the crown "sage" that Alsen has followed and seen in his magical picture books.

And looking up at the person wearing that armor, I immediately gained an idea of who the sage was if I saw the butler's rock face, which made him look somewhat like a boy with a similar atmosphere to his godson.

I moistened my eyes and was delighted that even this form of reunion was overflowing with tears.

Is that Pean Vinegar, the savvy devil?

"Run"

The telepathy of the Prime Minister of Hell reaches Arsen in order to ripen the conversation for just the two of us again.

"From now on, through the darkness, you will act differently, as I said earlier.

The ritual of dredging on the human side has been successfully completed, and the stage with the help of the exotic gods "seems to be ready."

Then the sound that was echoing even in the darkness shook up to the "Dark Narrow" place where it is now.

As the word passes, a gorge view emerges behind Arsen's brain that flows across the proud valley of a territory called Robrow, the westernmost part of the country.

When I went to this place, an octagonal (octogon) earth was formed between the wide rivers that seemed to flow heavily even when viewed from the horses.

Its octagonal earth brings up the dust of sand and smoke that comes to mind by the expression "just born".

Something pops out of that smoke.

(Is that you, Louis?)

Louis, wrapped in exotic outfits, was blown out of the smoke and his figure was dangling over the gorge beyond the octagonal earth.

(What is Netuark doing to Grandor?!)

He scolded his best friends acting as "guardians" in his chest and held his hand with white gloves in place with an extension of worry.

"Grandor, get me a grapenil!

"I get it!

At the same time that Arsen fists his hand, the voices of his best friends, which he feels for a long time, sound together, even though not many hours have passed.

Especially the "good voice" and the famous big brown man's voice were heard from among the dust still remaining in the heart of the octagonal earth made between the gorges.

Even in the scenario of the image that comes to mind, I can see that the shadow that floats in its dust is the Grandor that wraps around exotic outfits just like Louis.

As the sand smoke gradually cleared, a good friend appeared with the red string of the Grapenil of the divine club whose shadow held the Great Sword and gave him his magic.

And a red string stretched out by his best friend wrapped around Louis that he was descending the blown Shaw-named Ancient God ahead of him, like a whip.

(- Good)

Confirm the sight, it is in the back of the brain, but for relief, once again it leaks only in the chest.

"Apparently," lightning strikes "and my ability to accommodate vessels in this world are causing time distortions.

So what Lord Gabriel and his vessels showed us today is what happens around the corner from where we left off. "

With the deacon who became the boy's figure, the Prime Minister of Hell tells him that he wore a long robe from above his armor that rose and came out as he rode in the wind in a space of darkness, and became the figure of a desperate sage.

While accepting the telepathy without changing his face, he asks back what he doubts.

"... does that mean" showing the future "?

"That is clearly a" no ". I don't know what to analogize with people's senses......

Yes, I can't actually be there at that time, but I can go to the place where the event happened.

Humph, you shouldn't. I wonder if this has become a "sorcery of sorcery of a kind that should not be spoken".

But if you're in the "Angel of the Water" room, you've witnessed similar events, right?

I've hidden that figure in my long robe, and I can only see the mouth, but its corner of mouth rises with a ghoul, just like Arsene's knowing sage.

And Arsene remembers the figure of a wise man holding a baby, who betrayed the angel of the wind.

Also, does Netuk deceive the "calendar of the world"?

So, sir, as we discussed earlier, Arsen came from the precinct with the help and us, and from there, you can interpret it as something else?

Arsene's telepathy overlapped with the uttered words from her glossy lips as Eliphas took confirmation of her upcoming actions.

"Oh, in case you may remember the face of the lord of this land of old, it will be this outfit.

If you could remember the figure of a butler boy with a nice face inside, it's not good, so let me hide it the same way. "

He tells his "mate" like a prank, turning his gaze toward Arsene, even though he is covered in a robe, and sends him a telepathy of reply.

"I don't know if Lord Gabriel's best friend, the" cunning ", is doing it.

But you must also know that "deception of the calendar" is the first thing you can do with care. "

"... Yes, it is"

Alsen knows that the wise man was asked by his "sister-in-law" to go after really bothering him and finishing his perfect lower prep.

"You can never fail."

I didn't sleep for days, even though I had a bad impression on my eyes, doing it viciously and almost alone.

(But I'm not alone this time -)

The power of Robrow's masked lord, Apricot Vinegar, is roughly equal to that of his best friend, as we know from the covenant of blood between her and him.

Alsen himself was surprised to see the two of them dancing in a collection of examples of kamikaze dance dedicated to God.

(And...)

"Alsen. Well, I guess you're guessing, but perhaps this time it won't just end with" rituals ".

I think maybe what people have to face is still happening here in Lobo. "

It was always flamboyant and caught my heart because someone with a strong physical impression, one way or the other, put an extremely intelligent word out of his sturdy mouth.

And if there was nothing left, it would have been the part where I was most concerned if I had waited for everyone to come home.

'Is that guy going to carry something on his own?

I remember once before these things happened, Alsen even asked his best friend that.

"No, I don't think Netsuerk is going to be" alone "on this one.

Probably going to settle some sort of thing with the lord's palace of this land.

"Individuals" are different, but the two of them felt something similar to a situation or cause and effect. "

Next time we see each other, we are trying to kill each other thoroughly as enemies, but our best friend, who can be trusted, even responded to us that way in anticipation.

Is that really what your best friend said?

An angel of water complains from the inside of Arsen with a voice that sounds unceasing.

"... does that mean that the angel of the water, the angel of the earth in the Grandor, was speaking to you?"

"... I don't know. But at the same time that you were able to become my vessel, Uriel arrived at the vessel of a man named your best friend.

There's nothing we can do to get involved in this world without vessels.

In a nutshell, Uriel was never "favorable" when it came to people. No, Ning-Ro... "

Hate me. Come, Lord Uriel.

The Chancellor of Hell delivers the words that the Angel of Water hesitated to, suddenly into Arsen's chest.

The surrounding darkness gradually diminishes, and the cloudy but plunging light from heaven reflects the landscape of the landscape of a territory called Robrow. The four of us stood side by side there.

At the end of your vision, you can also check the location.

Now, let's go to jail to flirt with the defensive side.

An object that was ringing in my head through the ability of a magical picture book reaches Arsen's ear again in the form of a voice.

"Yes, sir."

And the butler of the built boy, crafted with the magic of the Spirit of Shadow and Darkness, responds with the same voice.

Even wearing a robe worn in the depths of his eyes, like covering his entire body, I can see the butler smiling as a boy with his mouth and voice.

I can't see my face hiding in the hood, but a smile passes behind my brain in the voice of a joyful butler boy.

The smile of two young men painted in a pocket watch given to their best friend in colour before the ceremonial meeting began, even though he was upset by the telepathy earlier to the Prime Minister of Hell that "earthly angels hate people".

'Actually, it doesn't work anymore, this watch.

I want you to rest in a different place at the end of the day, though I've been deposited.

But if I lose it in battle, I don't like it.

Arsen, do you mind if I ask you to do this too? '

That's what they said and deposited it.

Now it's in the inner pocket of my uniform with the ring I was supposed to give Eliphas in the closet in the VIP room.

At first, I can tell who I was given the feeling that I had seen somewhere in the butler's smile, which was floating around when I visited the VIP room.

He smiles at the boy's appearance, even though Eliphas seems nice, including the lighting.

"Lord Alsen, I'm sorry, but shall we hope for a deduction rate to the post?

Me and Rock are now only in the form of helpers on the journey '

"Understood."

If Arsene walks out, Eliphas holds hands with the tricks he's used to.

Just with his left hand, he was grinning if he was stroked to tease the drug finger that was fitting the ring.

I need to talk to you about Eliphas.

From behind, the prime minister of hell telepathically delivers a message imitating the figure of Peen Vinegar walking with the butler beside him.

"I have provided you with what you will be given because you are the prime minister of hell.

But it is also true that there are various facts and thoughts. And it's silly to be swayed by information. "

After I told him that, I didn't tell him any more and started to tell the butler beside me some public talk as usual.

Never, ever try to impose more than the actions you instructed Alsen to take.

(Does this mean that my thoughts will never be tied if I do what I am instructed to do)

I call it "Prime Minister of Hell," but I can't even relate to the noisy analogy that much to Alsen, the presence that walks behind me now, and I don't feel bad about the sound of Hell.

(... If you're the Chancellor of Hell, my father used to say, "Chancellor of the Devil")

"Sir - Master Angletham said he was the prime minister of the devil, but if you try to be me (me), he's like a lovely, really cute, kind angel, Mr. Alsen."

If I remembered a mother calling someone really important "sir" saying that, just like a butler who had become a boy, I thought only a little bit about the difference between the devil and hell, but I stopped right away.

(… no, either way, if Angletham Padrick is involved, I won't be able to think worse)

As Arsen continued toward the detention center with his best friend in his hand, a lock lined up beside him that appeared to be a boy in a light foothold.

Apparently, "sir" gave me a message.

'Dear Eliphas, it's a corner, but once with Master Alsen, you might want to let go of your hand.

Master Arsen's face has been discussed in the lobby via the maids.

I was wondering if any of the people in custody knew. "

'Alas, as far as I'm concerned, I'm only a friend, so if it's enough to be seen in a weird breeze, you'd better leave your hands alone. I just don't like it if there's just a few weird rumors about Alsen being a nice gentleman because even he's in a dress.

Thank you, Mr. Rock. '

You're welcome.

Eliphas was starting to talk to the butler boy somehow if he let go of his hand.

Looking at my best friend's "normal exchange," wonder and chest calm - it hurts.

I don't know, it's just that we accept each other's opinions and thank each other.

However, I recently felt that such a landscape was becoming less common in King's Capital, where Alsen Padrick lived his normal days.

Not so much in the military schools Arsen is involved in, but I've seen teachers leave school "dyed" many times since they became instructors to fit the place.

Some dyed brightly good colors, others I really didn't like, and I was sorry.

I think you fooled Rico about that once.

It was also an extension of the incident in which the "manhunt" began, when I first met Rico.

Even though I thought she was a pitiful cold impressionable beauty, she also looked like a lady of adorable old enough if Arsene had mixed jokes and put foolishness to words.

However, if I told you about my godson, I also analyzed him as a knight with certainty, and there was a certain woman (one) who liked him.

So, in turn, you told me about Ars.

"In the days of battle, Ars' talent may have brought him to the service of the Heroes of the Selissasseum Nation.

That's it, whether he wants it or not.

But in this time of peace, Ars' talent, from my point of view and in danger, has no choice. "

"But I didn't want his talent to be" bred to death "in a big army, either, seemingly crushing the possibilities in Ars.

Because I can't accept it, because I don't need it, I don't pick that talent bud.

I wanted to make sure that anyone stayed with me. "

So I am wrapped up in the feeling of being tied up again with the words I have spoken.

"I wonder, in a way, if I should describe Ars Trad, the secret son of" Arsen Padrick of the Four Heroes of War Sword, "as" letting him get away "with it."

And what sounds like tying yourself up to the "finish" is the sage word of a position you should have had as your best friend, when you didn't care about anything.

(Did I seem to have let Ars escape his commandment to a different enclosure?)

But with a sage who looked like a rabbit and a girl who would be his own re-cousin, a godson like my brother definitely looked like a "good brother".

(but -)

I'm not sure it was a "really good place for Als Trad" or not.

- Now that he's out of venom, it looks like he knows Eliphas for sure as a childhood friend of my granddaughter.

The voice of a best friend in a memory that strangles him is loosened from that suffering by the voice of another wise man.

"And it would be wiser to act differently once Muscari is out of custody than the" masked secret "has also been discovered."

"Right, sir."

He only peered into his mouth from within a robe that covered each other's entire body, and now looked at the presence of a deacon boy being called "sir".

Watch that exchange between your husband and the butler as you free yourself from strangled suffering.

It really only seems that back in time, the young butler and the lord of this land who is "traveling" through this world are talking.

(Perhaps from the records of the magical picture books, the Prime Minister of Hell seems to be an actor for a long time.

But all the Prime Minister is doing is to restore this land called Robrow and the "Angel of the Stars")

The Prime Minister of Hell, who is now the figure of a savvy man in a far-fetched manner, has listened and understood more than once to seek a godson like his own brother as the vessel of the "angel of the stars" of existence called "his Lord".

(But Gabriel also said that even if you "get involved" in this world, it doesn't make sense without a vessel "person" named Alsen Padrick.

If so, where is the "contents" that use Ars Trad as a vessel?

Or is the Prime Minister of Hell the first to prepare Ars as a vessel?)

It can be seen in the current that the presence of the godchild in this world as a vessel, possibly the contents of the "Angel of the Stars", has not yet been found.

(It's also a belly black idea, but what are you going to do if the life of a man named "Ars Trad" ran out of vessels, but you couldn't find the contents of them)

With the feeling that "you can read your mind," even though you think it's mean, if you think so subtly, a tall, hellish prime minister stands wrapped around a robe if you feel signs behind you and look back.

Based on the information I've given you, you should think about it in real contact.

I repeat, as long as you do what I asked you to do earlier, that's fine. "

Raise the bearded mouth angle and telepathically tell Arsen so, while sounding the overlapping sound of armor from inside the robe, fingershooting at the tip of the containment and opening the mouth.

"I'm sorry, Lord Arsen, but I need you to talk to me properly and keep Muscari away from the station.

Then you will turn to the other side of the river.

Eliphas, you know the way around the woods, wait ahead and show him. '

Seeing the tip of his finger shot, his best friend, rich in chest, nodded respectfully.

"Yes, I understand."

I can't see him because he's wrapped around a robe, but I don't call my husband and best friend to a companion who would be "Peen Vinegar".

Reading Arsene's doubts in the atmosphere, not telepathic or mind, Eliphas laughs cously, knowing it as a weakness, but pranky, long-lasting blonde whispers in her ear.

"... because he was Mr. Rock's husband when he looked like that."

And I'm Lord of Mrs. Karin.

If, after a quick whisper, he had accidentally suppressed his ears by the tickle, the butler's boy continued to explain it further.

Its soothing sights and interactions also cause a gentle pain in the chest again.

(Yeah, but this mild pain is probably not just mine)

Lucifer.

To the figure of "Deacon like my brother," the heart of the angel of the water, who is within, sad and shakes at the smile of the emotional goddess whom I have known for a long time.

Deacon escorts Eliphas to the place indicated by the "Lord" and walks away.

"A wise man can pick up and process information from history, but as a golden word, a hundred stories remain at first sight."

"The man who imitated the sage" standing behind him, lined up beside him.

"... you introduced yourself to me as" Prime Minister of Hell, "and now you sound like a wise man."

It's called "entering through the shape". Besides, the contents can be changed in any way depending on the shape of the vessel.

However, its contents are only enemies to the existence of man, the "Chancellor of Hell, Berzebul."

Then he narrows his eyes and takes his best friend's goddess and pours a gentle glance at the butler who is guiding him to a blind spot.

"I am my vessel in this world, and I can calm the heart of this being, and for the first time, give it its original strength."

As if, after he had told himself, he turned to the lockup.

"And I must ask your friend, that cunning, Schlusselbundel (key bundle) Netuark who binds the keys, including about my Lord."