Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Schlusselbundel"

That was a name Alsen had never heard of, even in 20 years of dating, although he was a good friend of mine who had been given all sorts of "names" for doing his work and feats.

Perhaps my best friend, who is now the face of an angel of the earth, has never even heard of it.

(You've never heard of the analogy "key bundle" being used by Netourc.

Oh, did it start in earnest)

A silver ring was placed on the chest of the scarlet costume of "Adult Alsen" lying on the lap of a goddess whose body was clear and who could see the view ahead, with the brown hand of Grandor.

As young as you are, when the thought comes to a paragraph, the technique of producing water is about to begin when the cold air held by the five rows of "Golden Raw Water" Konji-Jitsu "ideology" Looks like a goggle "metal.

Eliphas gripped the left pharmacopoeia, filled with gold rings, with a clear body but also Eliphas, and when he helped Grandor unfamiliar with the magic of the eastern country, the butler of the boy, whose body was almost as clear as the goddess, held his right hand.

And Grandor, with six wings stretched out on his back, puts on his usual reliable smile and hands on a silver ring.

"The pole separates into the yin and yang, and the shady cold moves north to produce water rows.

Then heat moved south in the yang to create a fire line.

Eventually, cheerfulness moves east and becomes wind, scattering and shifting the tree line.

Situations such as "no" and the shade moved west to create the gold bank.

The excess of the mind gathered in the center from each of the four rows in Su "From the Sube" and the earthly row arose - "

Then, in exotic language, if Grandor began to speak the curse "serious" wording with a "good voice," the white claw spreads rapidly from the big brown palm kneaded by the silver ring.

(This is - "cold air," right?)

A familiar particle of the Ice Spirit, which always gathers when his "anger" emotions dawn upon him, was now gathered in the great palm of his best friend.

The particles of the Ice Spirit were surprised by the head of the "Soil Spirit" who invited them, even though Alsen, who often called them, closed his eyes and wondered "sleeping."

I'm sorry, angel of the water there, but to help the beautiful people who are inviting you so well, put that cold on the silver ring on your chest and let it cool down and produce water for you.

It draws on the will of the Ice Spirit while also marveling at Grandor's use of his "preferred word".

The spirits are starting to move quickly with the call, and they are also actively starting to call upon the spirits around them.

(I also stay asleep, but I still look like Gabrielle.

When Grandor becomes Uriel, that may not help attracting interest)

And if you saw your godson, who the prime minister of hell said was the vessel of the "Angel of the Stars," you're worried about Arsen while he's asleep, and you're worried about your best friend's godson who's on your side to support you.

While I am thankful to be worried, I usually see that the spirits are not gathered together so far by the spirit-favored physique godchildren, and I question them there.

Arsen himself is not in a "normal state" right now, so he also thought that maybe he just didn't feel it, but I'm still convinced that the fact that Grandor or Deacon's lock isn't noticed is that there are no spirits gathered in Ars right now.

(Every time I took a spiritual arts class in a military school, I was "soft" to contain.

This way, but is there also a difference between when we get together this way and when we don't get together...?)

If he was visible, Arsene watches the little boy put his arms around him, who is a cute boy in a state that no one will notice.

Even while I was thinking about it, the silver rings were cooled called by my best friend, and the spirits, who were particles of water, began to appear in the form of water, one after the other on its surface.

"Um, it would be nice to get together because Liquorice became a gibberish first and cleansed the gorge of Robrow"

"Yeah," Mr. Liquorice interrupted Gabrielle's descent. "Whatever I say, this was the right thing to do by getting Gibbrielle down and cleansing Robrow's gorge.

Momentum is going to get better. "

That "disturbed" statement interrupts the boulder from feeling worried, and Ars looks up and stares at Eliphas.

But Eliphas, knowing that it contained accusations and negative meanings, took that gaze, took it gently and smiled.

"Leave me alone. The right answer is a terrible one."

Grandor openly makes accusations in words, but he's not so angry or caged in his voice.

Eliphas should be more careful, but he doesn't buy that much anger.

I'm arguing for it, and I go on.

"Oh," Alsen's favorite best friend, "he said, naturally jealous.

Thanks to this, you were able to descend Gibreel, which is considered more ancient than Gabriel, exotic, and an angel in charge of water, right?

He spoke solemnly of the impression of intelligence, different from the thick and gentle image of love and the glossy dress he is now wearing.

In that narrative, as usual, Grandor laughs bitterly as he continues to produce the Spirit of Water from a silver ring with five lines of sorcery.

"Now I'm Grandor McGaffin." I don't know why that's an angel calendar.

I stopped studying because I was adapted to Netsuruk's taste, and Yunfo asked me to create a textbook. "

I gave it back and started concentrating on "golden raw water" to add water attention to my best friend.

Silver rings continue to produce "water chi" like spring water, sucked into Arsen, who appears but immediately lays down so much that it embodies wavepounding.

However, the beautiful person lying on Eliphas' lap did not make any fine dust or movement.

Eliphas continues to talk to Rock when he sees his "brother" concentrating on saving his best friend.

"... that would be Grandor McGaffin, but an angel of the earth, but it doesn't matter if it's Arsen Padrick in order or an angel of the water.

We need to make an effort to know what it's like to be in love, Mr. Rock. "

I pick up a word from Eliphas, and the butler returns a reply this time.

"You're right.

But it's not the only thing that Eliphas did to Liquorice that made her feel jealous, is it?

Don't deny how Eliphas feels, adds the butler, who looks like a boy but is still old.

"Master Eliphas and that one, Gabriel was known to fit best with Master Arsen.

Ning Lo, if I had forced Gabriel down, I could have also caused an irrevocable tragedy.

Besides, didn't you know that Mr. Liquorice could bring down the spiritual presence of the water named Gabriel, which is equal to or in a different sense superior to the angel of water? "

To the gentle grin of "Mr. Rock the Butler," the goddess turned a smile that now seemed troubled as if her best friend on her knees was floating.

"I'm not even that good a goddess.

And don't face your feelings, I felt like "I'm a good kid" to mislead my true feelings, and I was annoyed, but... "

"It's not bad to be useful to people, but then again, because I prefer to be useful to people I like.

If it helps and the people I like can be "happy," because that's happiness for me "

"I thought Gabriel was a lady who knew true kindness in a different way than Arsene"

Out of the darkness, he looked up at a healing technique with a strong calm impression - someone whose main business was healing - wearing a costume that his best friend would wear when he became "Gabriel".

I wondered what the "failed Liquorice Label" would do while lightly conscious of winning and losing and cuddling to encourage Alsen, who is being chased by a massive record of magical picture books.

”You, the Spirits, are glad Gabriel's true vessel is the true Arsen.

When you became Gabriel, you didn't want to accept it unless you were "Alsen Padrick."

He was stepping on the hand of various rituals, and so descending, and speaking to the Spirit of the Water equal to "betrayed" without coming down.

This sister is a big fan, too.

With that in mind, there was Eliphas trying not to miss out on Rico's words.

On the whispers of the devil, he even spoke his words gently to the spirits who moved jealously and regretted them.

I didn't forgive sin as soon as I committed it, but first I heard why.

Instead of appealing to his feelings as thickly as he did, he made him follow the path and prompted reflection from the beginning.

And the spirits who were proud to have sinned invited them to redeem themselves wholeheartedly.

The redemption is "a being that has been abused", but what Eliphas most wished for and wanted.

(Well, if there was even a sincere apology, I...)

As a goddess of love, even if you were born a man and you were to sacrifice your life to forgive the threat of nature.

(No one may have resented you even if you were in fear until you died)

I really don't want anyone hating or resenting me, I just want to have a quiet, normal day

Fine, wish.

"And if you think about it, Mr. Rico's descent" helped me get in the way, "was there the same place as the water spirits, Mr. Locke?"

"Really? Unfortunately, somehow, there was a part of me that felt like" it might be the same, Eliphas, "as I asked" that person "to craft this body in the dark."

I smile thinly, staring at two angels and a goddess who is about to disappear just like me, as Rock assists Grandor and also gives in the rest of his abilities.

He was listening to the Spirit of the Water's true heart while the "Deacon's Rock" was built in the dark.

"Gabriel no utensils" ga, itsmo together two descent sulu, mo hitori no smile ga great kinano.

Really Er Happy Sessoude, We Mo Xin Kala, Vessel II "Gabriel" Ga Can Come Down Master Shithea Getakunarno "

It overlapped with the feeling of a butler working at the Lordship's residence looking at her husband and wife.

All this time, I want you two to live peacefully and happily in this place called Robrow.

"- If you can tell me from Mr. Rock that it's similar, I don't have time for it anymore, and I think I'll give Mr. Rico a place called" Best Friend I Love Alsen ".

Mr. Rico is going to be able to bring out more Arsene than I do. "

"Then I was" successful "in failing Gabriel's descent.

I didn't have to let the spirits mislead their feelings about their precious vessels. "

Even if you fail, Eliphas doesn't have the kindness to make you feel like you don't care if they're saved.

(I can't be gentle if I have feelings.

But it's up to Rico to be "more than that for Arsene")

"... you're strong, my angel."

Put your strength into your disappearing body and tell Eliphas to provoke his best friend, who still meditates his eyes on his lap.

"Shh, Master," Sesen "?

Eliphas?

The disciple and his best friend, who leaned down with tears and tears, also looked up at this, and Arsen, in the state of the boy, who could not be noticed by anyone who continued to think, also looked at Eliphas.

However, Grandor raised only a few successful eyebrows and the butler still smiled well.

Now Eliphas asks Rock, as he realizes to his surprised disciples that his body is clear.

"Don't you call me" sir "anymore?

Now the butler, like his beautiful best friend, closes his eyes firmly and nods, continuing his words.

"Yes, you are truly two melons with your beloved" Dear Pean Vinegar. "

But that man's will is with me asking for my husband, as he asks for the Angel of the Stars.

It's not Pean Vinegar by mistake.

But the fact that I'm attracted to it is also not false.

However, if you have noticed a difference, I honestly am willing to cooperate with someone who looks like my husband.

But if your real husband was here, I can't help you refuse.

That really leads to betraying Master Peen Vinegar. "

Because the Lord did say that even though he felt vain about being bound to this land, he would not have met his loved ones if he had not been born in this place.

It's just that from the day Pean Vinegar traveled through this world, he closed his mind because of the fact that "my husband has disappeared" into his heart.

And the mind, which stopped unlocking, deflects its eyes from the present "depression," and the body ignores the flow of time, stopping from mourning.

But while I closed my mind and stopped my body, I managed to fix it by relying on Acting Apricot Vinegar, who said, "She's a wife and her mind is a husband."

Still, the abominable land of this place, which tormented my husband, and its customs, tries to crush even its surrogate.

I had already been deluded by the colour things, my heart had been unable to keep because of my wishes and thoughts.

Still, I will bring this place down to those who annoyed my husband only by inviting him not to pay me, but by imposing a ban on himself, and by inviting him to be known as King Xian.

But if it was an affront to people's stupidity, it also led to the ritual of unloading the existence of the prime minister of hell.

And the "magic picture book is coming" trigger time also came.

Just before that, a "brother" who can quasi "nada" the memory of his old self and husband comes to this place called Robrow and is reminded of his heart, which he had closed tightly.

Especially my brother, who needed "dependence" in a different way than he did, and the way he apologized to himself or asked for help resembled "sir" in common with his brothers.

I become aware that my heart is unraveled by the innocuousness of gently stroking my hard closed mind.

(Just a little bit more time left to watch this brother)

However, a painting book that the Lord had even used during the most glorious period arrived, and a goddess who had lost the wedge of men, who could no longer enjoy "obscenity", picked them up.

The butler, too, had to give way to the ancient beings he had unloaded on himself and move.

"Mr. Rock, Lili and I have flowers! Get well soon.

Every day, be with Ato '

I regretted not being able to say "Thank you, Ato" to the boy who reminded me of my feelings and made me hold them.

(And I'm sorry, Ato, Stu, and the Vinegars)

I offered myself as a vessel and thought I would have nothing to do with this world anymore.

But what whim, but again, is given the mind and the body refined with the magic of darkness.

If you woke up with that body, just like "sir," in the ancient times when you called in a forbidden art, there was a wise king, and a former prime minister of hell who seemed like a gaga.

However, if you've seen what Peen Vinegar looks like to the Deacon Rock, who was looking for the Lord, there's no way you can resist him, and then he chooses you.

As it were, I thought it would be okay to betray "man" as the vessel of Hell's prime minister and leave a name in this world, but I was stopped by the same wise man as "sir".

But the method was not such as to come through a rationale that the loving goddess had accepted, but rather the feeling that her dear husband was hiding was "roughed up in the grave" and poked at.

Even more casually, the person with colored hair and eyes opens one heart after another with a bunch of keys called words, which have been closed with long fingers very similar to his husband's.

"It's strange, when you mourn the deceased, when you see a similar figure, it's easy to remember."

And show the feelings that you have been deluded into alongside the truth that you have chosen to open with the key of your words.

"But I'm shocked more deeply to remember when I saw that he did exactly the same thing, even though he looked completely different."

Suspiciously abetted, and handed a "key".

"A wise man gives up clean if his fringe with a man is cut off by a blade called death.

However, for giving up, I prefer and respect the edges made of happenings made even though I didn't set anything up.

I can't believe I'm meeting people.

To cuddle from behind, on the butler's thin neck, he turns to tangle a long arm wrapped around a green coat, and the sage leans and whispers his thin lips into the butler's boy's ear.

After that, think for yourself, pick a key, open it, and find out how your husband really feels.

In a telepathically unspoken form, the key Word was further pressed, and a wise man named Netsuark Saxfawn unlocked it as long as time allowed.

With Peen Vinegar alive, we met, and I wonder who the happy edge was with.

The heart of Pean Vinegar, hidden in the "edge" he cherished, was the heart he thought immature, in a way that Rock himself had never had the courage to face.

"If it was for Peen Vinegar, I would have liked to see a deacon who sacrificed himself without hesitation and was too firm to make his emotions pronounced even if Gloriosa was involved."

And even though the Lord thought, "Say no," he kept it secret and enjoyed and merciful, when he was informed that it was his jealous behavior, his heart was shaking with complexity but much joy.

"That would be one of the reasons I like Gloriosa Sunflower as my best friend.

Because it pulls out the parts that you can't pull out and shows you "

I couldn't realise that Pean Vinegar was still in this world, enjoying a glimpse of the part of the world that the Lord felt sorry for because he was immature.

"I was going to have quite a bit of life experience, but it's really unexpected that my husband was curious to observe me as a butler.

Until Netuk whispered to me, I couldn't notice. "

In this statement, the two still young boys on the side will also stare at the butler, whose figure has become largely clear, as he rounds his eyes.

Even though he is now a boy, in fact the boys are still too young to view the emotions of various people and to truly understand the words of a butler who was sometimes swept away.

And Rock didn't notice - the feeling of the Lord who took it all the way to the graveyard so he wouldn't notice.

I know that's an emotion that you can't "ask me to show you" even if you're being honest with me.

"- This may all be an" early "story for both Stu and Master Ars yet.

But I'm sure there are a few of you who are going to be involved.

At that time, it would be nice to be able to do that time well or take it.

Just keep up the "embarrassment" thing. "

The butler smiles calmly and continues to speak, opening his mouth as Grandor continues to help with the magic that produces the power of water.

"I just want you guys not to make mistakes like me if you can."

Because at the foot of a bright, legitimate emotion, it feels like a shadow to lurk.

So I felt that the events that I could see there fit into what the wise man said, "I prefer the edge made of happenings made even though I didn't set anything up and respect it”.

Again, because there are places where I feel somewhat less hobby no matter what I think about reassuring the person I care about where I suffer from jealousy of myself.

"The superiority of the feeling of being good at what you can only see.

It's easy for everyone to hold, and it's annoying, so be careful. "

It resembled the feeling that a being who could not relate to this world without entering a vessel called Himself had moved his position from King of God at height to Prime Minister of Hell.

An angel of the stars broke me only to the god of a wise grandfather, who swore to me first to fall with me, who looked like an exotic gentle, original rock.

That's in me, and I'm proud to connect.

♪ I'm the only one who can see ♪

Something that appears to be a very beautiful curve for those who have been broken, although it appears to be slightly distorted.

Having said that, the wise man uses the last key (phrase) in time.

Tie and open the heart of the deacon and his lord that lies ahead, which was entangled in multiple and varied emotions.

I hope Rock and I don't find ourselves miserable.

Rock is gentle and adorable with her husband Pean Vinegar and his companion, I don't care about the world Mrs. Karin can't live in serenity.

But if your husband so desires - if the world you and the Lord could meet "must not be unhappy," the shadow obeys.

Rock gave up betraying people.

"But doing so will also lead to not betraying my presence in this world as a vessel."

"Deacon's Lock" can't help him any more, but it might be a good idea to give him the power of the vessel in a true sense. "

If you say so, Rock strengthens your magic to assist you more than ever.

"... what does that mean?

While continuing to focus on Alsen, Grandor asks the assistant butler as a matter of "not listening."

In that same place and time, Alsen, a boy who had nothing to hide from anyone, was also paying attention to what this butler had to say.

Lord Belzebub, the prime minister of hell, said something similar before he went into another act with Eliphas.

"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."

Since then, the story had been cut off when Muscari, who was gathering "ordinary" inhabitants who did not perform rituals at the prison, had found Arsene.

At that time, I could see the Prime Minister of Hell, who looked like "Pean Vinegar," complaining that the Deacon was delusional - that he was the Lord.

(Perhaps I met Netuark, and was shaken up and made to face the truth by the time I came to the heights.

And...)

Watch Shto squat, wearing a red and black coat that Pean Vinegar, the savvy devious, was wrapped around.

(Stu seems to have been using it sporadically.

It's just too much rough treatment to let him get back to his sanity in the face of the "scene where his brother is dying")

I don't know how far an unfaithful, unfaithful best friend was going, but "Alsen" watched for certainty that Stu would embrace Rock, who sought a "true Lord" and whose heart was in a state of limitation.

On a stage in the streets of Robrow, he joined Ars and managed to keep the "Arsen Padrick" consciousness until he went up to heights with a phantom beast named Griffon.

but as soon as we reached height, Eliphas and Arsen are also in a state where the limits of their magic are coming to each other.

Eliphas returned the phantom beast early, and Arsen even raised his consciousness by fighting Grandor with all his might on the octagonal earth before coming to height.

"Oh, boy, Alsen, I told you not to push it. Eliphas, stop him if he's your best friend.

If I can't do it, I'm gonna die.

That time Grandor uttered those words.

Alsen hits his best friend, who cares about his "overprotections" on a daily basis, and his best friend on the octagonal earth he finishes, as he initially learned about the fact that "the prime minister's side of Hell was the best friend who aimed for the life of his godson".

'Nice, I didn't hesitate to "fight" with you once, Grandor.

Referring to me as my best friend, bluffing me, that attitude of guardianship.

I guess I've never even thought about how much it was breaking my heart - Salamandel!

I invited the lizards of fire to confront what had so far been just a verbal fight, with a fine sword pulled out, which was also the shape of my father, with remaining magic and anger emotions, and turned them into demonic swords.

Along the way, Stu, filled with silver rings on his left pinky finger, also joins the battle over the octagonal earth.

And while I was fighting, I noticed Eliphas' malaise.

It may be said that Stu fought well, but once on several occasions, Alsen - and perhaps Grandor - had also noticed that she had helped her mercenary work.

Eventually, his best friend's apprentice finally played Eliphas' used brother's gun.

"- Eliphas!"

It's fine to think "best friend," but if you forget they're the crocodiles, you're in trouble, Alsen!

I was exchanging hostile words then, but the big brown man's eyes...

"I'm going to deceive you. Go quickly."

And I was telling him.

I fought for real and I still have a big pan, but I won't forget to think of my sister and dear best friend among other things.

We can't give in to each other. We can't give in.

But it's not until you scorn your precious existence, which you know will soon disappear.

Even if it disappeared sooner or later, I wanted it to welcome my journey as "Eliphas Zaheto", not as a form of "sacrifice" that would always be a human sacrifice.

And on this octagonal earth, it is not the place for her to travel.

But the goddess, who is thick in love, speaks of Arsen when she travels.

"Hey, brother.

Don't you and that sage, "knew it from the beginning"?

That's why you tried?. Arsene is the saddest thing about Gabrielle. '

What is it about me and Gabrielle that grieves?

An angel of water, that he was assimilating, was about to appear on the table until he pressed Arsen, a vessel at once in the words of Eliphas.

Please, let me see Uriel. If you don't, Eliphas will. "

While just pressing, the water angel was just as worried about his best friend as a vessel.

But for now, even if Arsene suppresses it, we can't let the water angel out until we have a vision to do something about the filth of the year.

If you let it out in front of an angel of dirt like this, the "filthy" part of Arsene that is suppressed will also flow into your emotions.

Ten and eighty-nine, the angel of water was visibly swallowed by filth and fallen into heaven.

(If you put Gabriel in perfect consciousness and turned my will towards obscenity, you can suppress falling into heaven for a while)

But there is no guarantee that whilst you are holding back, you can do something about the filth.

I said, "Me," but I want you to say your name in your own words.

And he entrusts his godson, and as he tries to get to the heights, he ends up worried about the prime minister of hell.

"... Fallen What I tell you, if the angel of water has fallen, it is the role of the angel of the earth to bury it"

After the star angel has fallen into heaven, he is followed by the king of God at height, who begs the "traveller" to turn himself into a magical picture book in search of the Lord who has fallen into the "Chancellor of Hell" and his body, and is still missing.

And in the position of pictorial books, we are involved in the calendar of men, and we see the involvement of men and spirits gradually becoming thinner, triggered by the fallen heavens by the angels of the stars.

If you see it in a person's lifespan, the connection becomes thinner because it's really trivial to not realize it.

In the middle of the year 2000, once a brilliant magician was confined to those who had the ability (from among others) to be almost associated with the Spirit.

It is an abomination both as a religion in the country and if it was made Belzebub, but it is transformed over time into the goddess of the earth and the brother of the twin angels, and the Lord of the travellers.

The record before the "goddess faith of the earth" shifted into the mainstream is seen in the way people's lives are kept in temples and other places that are regarded as the center of religion as secrecy.

Truth be told, until existence settled into this world as a magical picture book, we had no chance to know what happened immediately after the fallen angels of the stars or ourselves.

For the purpose of the magic picture book, it didn't matter whether it was about angels or anything, but that word still snaps back at the moment when I'm just a little concerned.

[Why didn't it consult?!]

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

At the time of the showdown, the lament of a beautiful water angel who can't meet it while being most closely trusted like his "brother".

The hearts that had agreed together to "support the angels of the stars" were also moaning and crying again.

(Though I know a hundred things that cannot be redeemed -)

As a "magical picture book that sucks away memories and magic," the Prime Minister of Hell tries to get into religious houses as much as he can to get involved in it.

And the things I "knew" about there were angels of the four elements that were being treated close to misadventure, even though they scolded their fallen selves.

If the description of an angel of a fallen star is disdainful from a man's point of view, there is no choice.

However, it was inexplicable while the enemy's position that even those in the role of decadent "demons" as angels as heads of the four major elements and "saved", the details of which were enough to overlap the calendar with a rare treatment.

Even if it's just purchasing information, it's limited to the way religious scholars suck away their memories, but it's still only partially about the powers of the four archangels and their roles.

Above all, the secret documents of religion also state in the text that "if an angel appears as a descent into this world, how to bury him" is the only thing that is certain.

What do you want, people in this country?

Being filled in after falling prey to the definition of the enemy of man, yet greatly frightened, and once a wise king in the exotic world, was pitiful.

Only the pitiful and pitiful burial of the "Angel of the Water" becomes an unforgettable thing, even if you want to forget it with too little mercy.

Once again, I was struck by the course of the history of such a man who forgot the grace of protecting us from the devil from the place that made us ancestors of our country because time had passed.

The prime minister of hell just decided to turn his mind to searching for the "angel of the stars," and when he was about to be greeted and drunk decades later in 2000, he spent his days as a picture book and eventually moved to the house of a religious man in a rural village.

There was Eliphas, who was sacrificed by men, when he was often exited from the magical picture books.

From there, in a relatively short time as a magical picture book, we reunite with nostalgic beings, as angels of water and earth, and as vessels of angels of the stars.

For the most part, in this world, the vessels of the angels of the stars, close to being forgotten, are delivered into the hands of the prime minister of hell.

Now he is on our side, and the Prime Minister of Hell was troubled that the angel of water, who once tried to protect the angels of the stars together, is in the midst of fallen heaven.

I said, "Me," but I want you to say your name in your own words.

So ask for a name.

Think about what happened after the presence in the form of a beautiful man on a phantom beast and wrapped in a scarlet coat, even if the angel Gabriel of the water, the vessel of the angel of the stars uttered the name of his brother and admirer Alsen Padrick, "whichever".

If you have spoken of a man's name, Arsen, you still have little time to fall into heaven.

If you have spoken of the name of an angel of water, you will not be spared the possibility of becoming a fallen angel without time.

(The question is, either way, is there any respite until Lord Gabriel becomes a fallen angel?)

Belzebub himself told them, but if the angel of the water has fallen into heaven, it is the role of the angel of the earth to bury it.

And if Uriel has come out, Gabriel's presence, which is also the use of the heaven of repudiation regardless of his fallen heaven, does not miss the "vessel" of the star angel.

Even if the "present vessel", Ars Trad, is damaged, the immortal time to find the "next" is guaranteed to the Prime Minister of Hell when it becomes a magical picture book.

But if you have even ruled out the lack of "pride" of Ars, which the prime minister of hell is now subduing, then you are also truly a disgraceful being with your Lord.

(It's a vessel, so if the time passes again, we'll see each other.)

It would be a lie to say that I just didn't remember emptiness during the time I spent when the concept of time became different from people's.

I know that brilliance of "Angel of the Stars," so my voidness increased.

Without the four lives that a man has unreasonably crushed, he will not be able to appear on the table of this world, nor will he meet his companion caught in the cause of man (Karma).

The solitude spent alone in the magical book of the traveler's curse was far from when he was "king of the gods of heights" before he knew solitude.

And even if there is nothing in it, Belzebub has already done a good job of mourning a boy who looks just like him.

((What to do))

We only knew that we should not "corrupt Gabriel" each other, whether he be the prime minister of Hell or Alsen, who suppresses fouling.

"Sir!

Both Arsen and the Chancellor of Hell will see you, with a thick goddess of emotion who will be asked for a name and a companion on a phantom beast representing the Lord before the answers can give each other an answer.

Neither the deacon who has become his vessel, nor the goddess, who holds the filth to its limits, leaves no time for either.

(Is it impossible for those who have worked so hard to pass this time without getting hurt any more?)

Next to that goddess, Alsen keeps thinking as he suppresses Gabriel.

But he is also using magic to forgive and suppress Gabriel, who seeks Uriel.

"Oh, I'd be more than welcome to be a" buddy, "but" if that's what you're doing "?

Inserting words in that is a wise man for Arsene and a seemingly descendant of a traveller for Belzebule.

Arsene doesn't seem to care if she vomits provocative language while suppressing Gabrielle.

From there, words rolled out in poor plays by appearance.

Furthermore, while the original body was previously refined by the Hell's Prime Minister with his stored magic, the appearance even hit the boy's butler's neck with a knife, and now he does something to intimidate him.

But I could see that Rock's heart, the boy on his neck, had moved.

- Do you believe what a "cunning opponent" says? My lord.

"Sir."

The words Eliphas told me before I came here, "the voice of my vessel," and again, "if I am doing that?", floated in the prime minister of hell, lost, stopped me from being bound by the state of the water angel.

"If it's just a" vessel, "I even thought I could give it to you, - and break it.

I have time to say to people, close to eternity.

But if there's such a fine vessel, and there's a traveler with a key to retrieving its contents, it's not long enough not to take advantage of that chance. "

With each other facing each other "vessels," I decide to be prepared.

- "A cunning opponent," which is why you believe, my wife.

- Above all, I also play dumb, "Enjoy the time to understand" rather than understanding and ending it by knowing the answer because I'm a cunning opponent.

It's like he was listening to Gabrielle's vessel being pulled in.

Taste the act of being blamed in the past for the words you have spoken, as you did earlier to the vessel of the angel of the water, for having a body that entered this world into the vessel.

That's the feeling of a heavier stomach if you've tried being prime minister of hell, and the feeling of being so humiliated that you feel bitter and sour nausea coming up from your throat.

"Enjoy the time to understand," rather than end it, I said something foolish.

Twisting up the arms of a boy who is the vessel of his Lord, as never before seen in the figure of the wise man Pean Vinegar;

The figure of the boy who became the vessel of Hell's prime minister, tied with iron wire by the sage Netuark Saxophone and with a knife blade on his throat, faces exactly like a mirror.

The habit of being annoyed over and over by loneliness without so many "star angels" says that the existence you seek is now beside you, now, in a vessel but this way in your arms, even though you are mistaken for a hostile opponent.

- And you can enjoy watching the funny beings scratching their feet because you want to know the answer.

- You don't know the answer yourself, it's a total twist.

(I welcome Master Lucifer back into the world and say, "What was I supposed to do?")

- Then perhaps the thing I fear most in this world is not God the Father, but "love".

(Did my Lord not fear God from the beginning?)

An empty eye remembers and thinks of the words I was complaining 2,000 years ago to myself for saving tears and subordinating me from my friends.

- I'm afraid that love "will lose both top and bottom.

- I can't believe that love takes precedence over all the relationships of those who have been beside me so diligently so far.

At that time, I couldn't get around to being beside the angel of the stars, until the angel of the stars spoke of "love".

I just wanted to keep up with the starlight.

At that time, a boy born into this world as the vessel of the prime minister of hell enters his sight.

He's been pouring a glimpse of admiration on himself still looking like the sage Pean Vinegar, but that's only a tribute to the way he looks.

I can see that the "key" has already been plugged into the existence of my vessel.

You will never see the true Lord in this world, even if you meet someone who looks like Peen Vinegar again.

- Then let's at least look for Lucifer, the Lord somewhere in this world, in a vessel that's beside us now.

Because I think that would be one of the "condolences" to the existence that has made me my vessel.

It's a miserable thing to keep in this world.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Listening to a response that seemed like a sage's dogma, I also decided to "undo" the person who had become my vessel, and sat on my stomach if the angel vessel of the star had become heartless.

(More than anyone else, I hate people who say such words to this situation, knowing both the convenience of people and the circumstances of history)

But you deserve to believe.

We can't lose this battle in formation, but this sage set up measure probably doesn't include the Fallen Heaven of the "Angel of Water".

- Nobody's in trouble for now, I'm gonna cheat you not to bother me, "Washi."

Oh, you did, cunning lord.

Strangeness and wisdom make the rabbit appear more floating, and the hatred is slight, but he is taken away.

Perhaps "no one's troubled or bothered by the cunning" Shuru "is planted.

And that "to everyone" absolutely includes the vessel of the Spirit of Beautiful Water on the enemy if you know the facts.

- I guess the real "stingy" thing is about guys like you, like limiting information, Netuark.

I really want to complain about a word, and spit that word on an unfaithful, unfaithful smile that floats silently.

'Hey, why don't we just "exchange hostages" like a play here anyway?.

I'll trade you for this overly faithful butler, the main head white belzebub grandfather, and that's really some wise man's escort knight, Ars, yeah, I like that!

But the wise man doesn't go through with it, he even makes that suggestion.

"I say no - go to Lord Arsen."

He retreated from the bullshit and called on the names of those who would become vessels of water.

Even if Gabriel could be a fallen angel, the hesitation to stop here only leans toward the worse.

(At least, if Lord Gabriel had brought the vessel of our Lord closer together, I don't know why, but it would have helped to calm the heart for the angel of the earth a little)

An angel vessel of water and a sage of colour exchanges words in an evil way, and if you are in Netuark Saxophone, speak words that provoke you to stir up Ars.

Even after tracing the memory of the "Deacon's Lock" in the vessel, the boy named Ars Trad, who became the star's angel vessel, says a great deal, even though he could see that he was in such a great deal of trouble every day.

Still, I took it to my temperament, but if I saw that tenacious look, it would tell me that it was hurting.

Once, when an event occurred that prompted the angel of the stars to fall into heaven, he was incapable of winging twelve wings and even remembered the Lord when he came.

Belzebub drops by twisting Ars' arm, cleverly kicking the sword of a soldier in this country and sliding it on the stage, leaning under his feet.

'Pick it up and deliver it to the sheath, put it on the back of your fantastic animal, and follow the beloved "Dear Arsen".

Perhaps you'd like to be comforted by Alsen, who admires you like his brother. "

"Netsurk, words are too much"

Those who could assimilate themselves to the head of the Spirit who symbolizes kindness, merely being vessels of water angels, were pointing at words of caution without saying anything too spicy.

However, it was also felt that the will of a man named Alsen Padrick was becoming stronger by being angry at the fact that he felt like his brother in this world could be harmed unimpeded.

(… at least this will keep Gabriel's filth of becoming a fallen angel under the will of the vessel for a while)

The mouthfeel, it seems, was an object that also provided relief to the boy who would be the vessel of the Lord, and the slight but loose strong tension that was visible to the eye is visible and transmitted to the eye.

And I laugh with my heart when I realize that I am at ease.

Though I knew I was merely present to serve as the Lord's "vessel," I realized that my heart would be so shaken by the look that Ars Trad would have on his face.

"Pick up the sword and hand it over."

If he spoke calmly from behind, the vessel boy, still far from normal calm, but also a new soldier, took the sword and laid it on his sheath.

"Please wait at height."

I still can't afford to make an expression and speak on the back of a boy trying to make his way toward the vessel of water angels.

(Be sure to find the inside of Lucifer. Now it's time for you to deliver it in this vessel.

If the boy in this vessel - Als Trad wanted it, let's give it a different shape to this world like the one that made it my vessel)

The boy, who should be just a vessel, suddenly stops his legs in the voice of Belseble, including all sorts of thoughts.

And if I looked back as it was, I put my thoughts of the earlier battle into my mouth to the Prime Minister of Hell, who exchanged swords with me and contained them easily.

"You really seem better suited to treat a wand as a weapon than a dagger."

- "Zeble" is more of a "gentle, clever, wandered grandfather" than a "wise king" in me.

My body was unwittingly stiff when I was told that in the same voice I remember.

"I don't know what's going on right now, but if you ever get a chance to fight again, use your cane, I-- fight yourself."

The pain made me realize that I was fisting my palms and feeding them in.

This being is different, I can't help but think of an angel with that star-like glow, even though I tell you it's just a vessel.

- Ars, hurry up.

Called to the vessel of the angel of water, the man with the same shape as the Lord immediately went on the back of the griffon.

"Oh man, if you stopped talking a little with words, you've given words all over the other side and a hell of a" monster "a stir and a motivation. Besides, the person - the quality is poor because the person himself is unconscious'

The wise man's words were right.

I can see that my appearance began to return to "something I miss a lot" and that it was because of the words I was given earlier.

He was weaving a fine fur gown with both hands of long fingers on his cane.

It's just a tall, majestic figure that reminds me of "Pean Vinegar," not a small old man.

I'm just hoarding my mustache in my gray hair, it doesn't change.

(Excuse me, Master Lucifer. Looks like I'm gonna have to lurk "kind clever, caned grandpa" to pick you up)

"-" Beloved by heaven "," My Lord "was so praised by you," Traveler ".

And what a joy it is to say, even though it is a vessel.

This is not true, but I have to pick you up, even if I have to take the keys from the Traveler. "

Turning to the cutting edge of the wand, he laughed and turned his thoughts to "Where are the keys?"

And if you found the key and welcomed the Lord, the first word comes to mind that you have to teach.

"Dear Lucifer, you don't have to be afraid, you don't have to be afraid to fall in love."

It's very volatile, but it's one of our abilities to live in this world.

It's like the angel of the brightest star in the darkest darkness.

I regretted that I should have told the angel of the stars, the Lord, as "wise king" and as my subordinate, during the Fallen Heaven.

- Should I have no hard memories?

- Or "If I'm going to get over it, should I get over it even if it's a little hard," I still don't know.

Again, I am ashamed of myself for savoring the pain of being tightened to my own voice but not telling you about it.

"As for" the Lord, "you're really good because you bring the power of your subordination to the limit."

With that said, the sage had begun to spin words like plugging keys into the ears of an equal "butler's lock" with no more time.

The instigation was reminiscent of the Hell's prime minister, who sought an endorser of turning his sword toward God, who ordered him to create that world, taking the angel of the stars as his head.

"You don't know which one is the" devil ".

I don't know what you're going to do, but it doesn't matter how much you suggest that shadow. '

Because there is no more Lord of the Shadows in this world.

In order to "give it back" immediately, he begins to accumulate his strength on the weapon cane.

In the meantime, "Netuark of Schlusselbundel" used various keys as his vessel, plugging various words into the existence that had continued to make an unrelenting effort in this world.

- Already, "stop him".

He gathered his strength in the wand, which was a weapon, and he sincerely hoped so.

I didn't want you to do anything to make me hope any more in a world like myself, where there is no such thing as a thick goddess companion to the love of exchanging words even if I don't meet her, and where there can never be a guarantee that I will be somewhere in this world.

- Give him a break.

"I'm sorry, sir. After all, Rock doesn't want to be in a world where he doesn't have a husband.

I had heard that lament many times already since the presence of the vessel stopped accepting the flow of time into my body.

At last, I hope you won't interrupt my acceptance of "giving up" and my current admission that there is no "husband".

Because even a god at height and a wise king thought that judgment was diligent.

When I strongly desire to give up, I dig back into the abominable memory of the "red" part contained in the hair color of a fluffy, colorful sage who keeps whispering to the boy who became his vessel like a demon.