Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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.

- But if you didn't give up, there might be something left.

The dug object rises as a recorded record in the prime minister of hell with the voice of a goddess who is abominable and adorable and bells young.

Neither is God the Father required of man, but the goddess born at the completion of the creation of the world entrusted to him by the angel of the stars.

The phrase "if you didn't give up, there might be something left" was directed at the box, found in the woods in that corner of the world when the angel of the stars made the world splendid.

When I first found the box alone, the angel of the star, although several locks had been set, curious and brave, thought to open it himself first.

At this time, I suppose I should have reported to God the Father, but I don't say anything when I ask him about the goddess that recently appeared, or about the creation of the world - even though he was distrustful within himself and without realizing that he wouldn't respond.

Because he was also solid and intelligent, he unlocked the lock and still carefully pulled the lid of the box and opened it.

At that moment, from its slight opening, objects that become the "catastrophe" of the world created by the angels of the various stars will pop up in the form of black jaws.

If he put the lid back on immediately, he waved a sword that was a symbol of strength and waved a black sword in order to return the lapse he had made.

And even though he was determined to apologize to God, the Father, who has not responded recently, for doing something inadvertent, he also thought that the angel of the stars must do something about a "box full of catastrophes" that doesn't know who he is.

The black beast that came out earlier found out that it was in the hands of the sword that symbolizes power that he would surely despise from the presence of "powerless" - the star angel told me about the box "after it was all over" in the tall hall.

- The goddess opened the box that "I" had in front of my father.

- No matter how much, I didn't try to close the lid of that box when I told you to close it because there was a catastrophe in it.

But if you didn't give up, there might be something left.

With that innocently said, I didn't mind opening the lid and the catastrophe spreading to the world made by the angel of the stars, and I kept opening the lid of that box and letting it come out black.

The goddess continues to pour the gaze of the red eyes into the box in its contents, not knowingly via the black jaws overflowing from the lid of the box, etc., which were offered before the throne of the Father God.

The angel of the stars uttered a wolfish voice, and the black oxen did not stop the goddess from opening the lid of the box, even if she injected it into the garden that God the Father was commanding her to make.

Eventually, from a box that looked small, he said, he saw a small glow after many black ones had been put out.

♪ Look, there was something so nice ♪

That said, the goddess puts her hand in the box, takes it out, and delivers it to her little palm.

God, give me this.

The angel of the stars said he was confused because he would say such a thing without any concern about the catastrophe he wielded because he had emptied the box.

But not caring about such a star angel, the young goddess, with her hair and eyes red, was smiling as she stared at the brilliance in her little palms.

The Father God - forgave it.

As he walked away, he told beings who were belsembles at the time that he could see them in the eyes of the sky, even as he was smiling when he saw the young goddess delighted with brilliance.

Then he told only the angel of the stars not to hold him, and stroked the head of the goddess, who looked adorable young, to the calamity that had come out of the box black.

Then I smiled innocently and beautifully at the angel of the stars.

"God loves me."

With that word like a bell, the angel of the stars lost sight of his caring brother and the voice of the angel of beautiful water.

I don't care anymore about the box that I picked up that was empty and was packed with black twigs.

My brother walked away with the same face as himself, and the angel of the earth silently comforted me to be depressed that the angel of the water would not be consulted - I saw the angel of the wind reach out to its empty box at the edge of my gaze.

Unfortunately, I entrusted the occasion to the angels of the four elements, and the angels of the stars came to the heights, feathering twelve feathers with deep and dark feelings, smoking "not to think" into themselves.

He accepted the gentle and clever appearance of his grandfather as he rushed in and complained about the thoughts he was enjoying.

The star angel blames himself for "saying sinful things," but keeps spitting dark, heavy muddy feelings out of his mouth.

'By analogy, how much pain you tasted, if there was one last great thing left, does that mean it's all good?. Even if it harms and denies what we worked so hard to build, if the last thing left - "the winner" - was good.

Although the catastrophe that was trapped in the box had spread to the world that she had built, the goddess had the glow of clearing her eyes at the end.

Continue to complain to Belzebule about how it happened by instilling tears in the untouched words.

Never answer the question, Father God, so the angel of the stars asked the exotic God who thinks with us.

When I heard the story, God, who looked like a gentle, wise old man, seemed purely "cunning".

And after more than 2,000 years, I couldn't help but feel the same flow of words whispering in my mouth and "my vessel" by a sage of colour.

"Whatever the dead, Pean Vinegar cherished his" fringe "with those who were alive and connected.

What did your Lord want until the end?

"Mr. Locke," you said yourself, "Sir, if you wish, I will do exactly that."

"I am"

I found that the existence that became my vessel, along with its plugged in key, held "hope".

How cunning is it to show that there is salvation after scattering and disparaging?

He waves to mourn the shadow of his vessel, captured by Netsuruk, before the power to bury him in a single blow can be accumulated in the scepter.

- Lord Apricot, can you stop sleeping with the raccoon?

Netuark calls to the granddaughter of the Lord of his vessel, who is also his present appearance, that he has made a blood covenant, slapping something lightly, but listening.

"Time's up."

I tried to pierce him with a cane, but he pushes me back with magic, and when I realize it, a knife is stabbed with power.

Immediately, the sound of the stabbing continued, simultaneously entering the face of the lord and the wise man.

(Does "here" mean that distortions created by people are beginning to return)

And that seems to be also unsavory for the "people side".

Netuark and Apricot, at the same time tongue-beating sounds, still slipped into their ears slightly behind the fact that the sound and phenomenon were close in width.

(Does "order" mean we're starting to get back to this place?)

"-" After "was left to me." I'll be waiting for you, Lord Apricot. "

From the look on the face of the Prime Minister of Hell, a sage of colour, the conductor of the person's side of this "battle in formation", read during the transformation period of the current currents that cannot be worded, makes a statement that makes a difference once in a while to this situation.

(Are you going to move out of here?)

Without being able to tolerate a glimmer of hope in the shadow of existence that has become my vessel, what is also known as "remnants", I wave up my wand to attack again.

With the magic that was twisting itself intact and accumulating the vibrant dagger of the colored Variety, for this body - for Pean Vinegar, it was transformed into the shape of his best hand.

- I'm not holding you!

With that in his mouth, Apricot is lightly slashed again in the meantime by Belzebub, who has turned his wand into a dagger his grandfather loved to use.

Between the appearance of his grandfather and the exchange of his granddaughter, Netsurk holds up on his broad shoulders a deacon who, while in critical condition, looked like a boy who had his last hope.

(Do you mean to abandon Opportunity and get rid of it without hesitation at a time when it seems advantageous for two people?)

I also thought that if I could, I would return the shadow, but in this situation, I would perceive it as impossible, while dealing with someone coming at me.

Trapped in a magical picture book, the memory is poured into the vessel and perfectly restored from the ancient (if any) memory. From "before", I realized that the course of time in this place, which is very similar to the heights that the King of God at this height is paying for, has changed.

(In addition to concentrated heavy rainfall like nature's sudden "Little War" guerrillas, the sun's light is blocked by cloudy weather, and the flow of time and space is strange to the average person, but I guess I haven't been able to grasp it because of my anxiety.

Most people who are good at witchcraft think that this situation and "the ancient supposedly forbidden existence have come out of this world, which distorts time")

I saw the back of a wise man wrapped around a green coat with a butler boy, kicking the edge of the stage "snare" set in the street and gently jumping over the pile and rope creating a border with the gradient that leads to the gorge.

They cleverly go down a path with a gradient of smoke and sand to the octagonal stage created by stripping the gorge.

Are you taking advantage of that opportunity to deceive the world calendar?

The courtyard of the old lord's residence, for the deacon's lock and for the true lord, above an important place.

Sitting in the abyss of the fountain above the "secret base", repeatedly questioning Netsuruk and the question, a great distortion had occurred, which I had also wondered since I arrived at the vessel and woke up.

(If the time has come, the remnants of the existence that served as vessels will disappear -)

Along with the Apricot dagger, I give up once on the existence that I could not give back, and think about Eliphas and the vessel of the water angel that went to the place where it became the height first.

(Even if you are corrupt, if the distance between Lord Gabriel and Lord Uriel is physically this open "up and down," you can buy some time -?!)

The corner of my sight where I am apricot the sword trident for several times during the bundle that made me think that way.

I felt signs of something.

The sign is that the "sound" is behind this place.

So I only saw him first.

And Grandor McGaffin, the "vessel of earthly angels" of this world, enters the eye and correctly experiences the "surprise from the bottom of his heart" of the vessel.

(Hey, what do you mean? He said he just got off -)

Keeping a stunning mind, he follows the big brown man in sight with his gaze.

The big brown man wearing an exotic outfit, if he traced the memory of a "deacon's lock" on his shoulder, puts it on his shoulder with St Zaheto wearing a red and black coat wrapped around his shoulder in a kind that can only be seen rambling.

And on the other side, the deacon's locks and gaze, the "remnants" of his vessel, which had been taken away by a stingy sage earlier, who had been supported by an unusual and carefully turned arm from his shoulder.

"- Sir."

Even though it was a short time that could only be likened to a moment, it was strange and clearly heard that the presence, which was also remnants, was groaned by a boy held by an angel vessel of earth.

And I felt like I was looking down on Pean Vinegar.

(How far the hell did you use the key to get into the heart of the vessel when you said you didn't even have hope?)

Lord Apricot, move!

In the meantime, the ringing voice of the vessels of earthly angels, who were gazing toward Apricot, echoes the streets.

(Oh man, I was going to open the distance, but what are you going to do with Uriel at once flying his vessel existence and, conversely, shrinking the distance)

I turned my surprise into a shock and shook another bright dagger that approached me.

'So would you like an escort down to the main hall?.

"King of the gods of the heights." No, now the prime minister of hell would be better suited?

While tapping lightly again somehow, I grab the wrist of a woman who looks very much like my wife's atmosphere except for her chest somehow.

"It's been a long time since I've guided an unmarried lady, so forgive me if there's been any trouble," I wonder if Rock would say.

"Seeing ruled" remnants, or unconsciously giving the butler's name and throwing away that body I grabbed.

The little body was landing on a pile that would be a partition from the street, having made a move that he was unlikely to do with someone who looked exactly like him in the memory of the vessel he was delivering, and Netuark had jumped over earlier.

If it's "Mrs. Karin," it's a move you'll never make.

When you think about it and get slashed, you won't be busy, and the vessel whines in the same tone of voice as the woman who admired her sister.

(No, I'm not the same woman the vessel (rock) wanted to take care of)

Using the magic left over from accumulating while still in the "wand" state, grind the piles installed in the stacked position.

Like crushing it, he slashes it again, feeling the dark joy boiling in the body of the vessel "breaking the lobe".

"For once, you seem to be cautious of the attack earlier," Granddaughter. "

If you look up at someone making a small tongue-in-cheek noise, they'll roll out a counterattack.

'Please, with your face and body, could you stop destroying this territory!

'Why not?. I think this is one of the things Pean Vinegar wanted, I can assure you...'

Well, it's a lie about this.

Locke, the vessel, knew that the Lord had always bound himself to "meet a loved one because he was born in this place as a child of his lord".

(But let me use what's available)

Put a smile on your face like you deserve the darkness, if you want to compare it in color, you have to feel black, and this vessel whispers to Apricot's heart using the dark spiritual technique you specialize in.

"Without this territory, even a lord, my husband, would not be so bound.

Your wife didn't have to worry about her succession.

The tongue pounded again.

After checking its sound, crushing the pile into an extension of play with a sphere of wild wind, if you stopped the fine movement that was in your small body and landed your back in a wide area, there is an apricot with a retrospective dagger.

Apparently, the Lordship has made me look like a vessel, just like Pean Vinegar.

Feeling something sprout in the "heart" of the vessel, he receives a dagger wielded with agility that does not seem like a small woman and also intercepts the Prime Minister of Hell.

(Oh, this is-)

If you noticed, you were waving a dagger in the form of martial arts that you found in you at times when you were bewitched by the king of the gods of the ancient heights.

And those confronting him, with faces like "Seeing the Incredible," rolled out a thrust at the moment they were stared at, but scattered a spark and received.

"Well, maybe you" know "

"I've read about it."

With each other's blades competing, if the field glued, Apricot accidentally conceived - a look mixed with caution and fright.

I'm guessing that means you're prepared for that attack you just beat.

"Only when four lives are unreasonably taken is the image of the Prime Minister of Hell who can get them out from beyond the door."

As a magic book from travelers, it was also the power that gave way to "the ability (from my side) to be feared as the prime minister of the devil" in remaining in this world.

(It's just that it's a force that I can't give out just because it's convenient.)

"Four lives taken unreasonably by sinners."

The "decision" set by the traveler can be interpreted in a variety of ways.

Only then, to maximize the deacon's ability to rock, I almost entrusted the decision to act to the thought of his memory, inhaling my actions when I fought Pean Vinegar more than 40 years ago.

I can only successfully think of it as an abstract analogy that he was the prime minister of hell in a way, but not Belzebub.

(Indeed, the wise men who were deliberately reluctant to deal with Kalu Luo Eun were summoned by...)

Like over a thin curtain, the memory that remains is that the Ice Spirit, known as the Ice Empress, was invited.

In the memory of the ancient time when he was called King Xian, one of the underground places that people later call "hell".

Any being, ignoring its power, makes it the queen of ice spirits who rule a world that gets ice pickled, but apparently a different perception in the world of men.

In the knowledge gained by a man named Pean Vinegar, the "Ice Empress Nibble" became commonplace, where the "traveler" who saved the devastated world, after the angel of the stars disappeared from this world, was reigning in the ice world he found on his way.

Not hell, not underground.

It reminds me of how I blew up Apricot Vinegar earlier, feeling like turning the toy of a child from the East.

(Oh, yeah. When he broke up with Alsen Padrick at the precinct, he also entrusted basic thought to Peen Vinegar for the deacon's prone power.

So anyway, you were careful not to compromise Robrow's landscape.)

"Sorry, it seems that all the spirits of my favorite water belong to the Dragon God Naga tribe, and I didn't want to ignore what I had in mind at the corner."

If you dig back into your memory, you do say that with this body.

Even before that, there was some kind of interaction with the butler's boy, who was still only delusional about the same Pean Vinegar, but it doesn't come true for you to remember.

Apparently, when I used my abilities as "prime minister of hell," I burned it in a way that overrides you, making it impossible to trace my memory.

(No choice, for now, the problem is what Pean Vinegar said from there)

"More than that, Lord Nibble, the Ice Empress, you've been accustomed to" people "a long time, haven't you?

(So, this leads to...)

Following the words the wise man uttered in his mouth. Next, he found the statement of the Ice Spirit.

"Solyaane," Lots "Toka, Aate 18 Years Together Two Irundakara!

(- "18" years ago is a time when spirits were restless all over the world, as people say in their calendars)

The memory from it breaks the last time there was a Pean Vinegar mood to be hassled by the control of the Ice Empress, who is also selfish inside.

And when I realized it was accompanied by an aftertaste that demonstrated "The Lord Chancellor of Hell".

Pean Vinegar's consciousness, which had entrusted him with the judgment, had vanished.

In that circumstance, the prime minister of hell was sitting in the street, called "sir" by a deacon boy carrying a disoriented apricot.

'Sir, it seems your strength has settled and above all. So, the ice spirits are frightened.

It will be even harder to control as it is, so make a simple sealed Ethereal Ball (Sapphire) to satisfy. Fortunately, we have the tools. '

Did you use that ability to run out of Pean Vinegar records and magic that you sucked out of magic books?

But the butler's boy treats him the same way, so for now, he imitated the behavior of a devious sage and did as the butler suggested.

(From there, he reunited with the vessel of the LORD with that stingy wise man -)

'- Sure, I may have a "serious" role, but I have no sense of that in the person at all, nor am I labeled a person's "calendar welcome".

Besides, if you were here, it wouldn't be easy to hold a key with your frozen hands, would it?, "Schlusselbundel" Nettuark? '

I put up a stone that sealed the Ice Spirit and tried to "kama" it, but the sage in colour did not divulge information.

He's a loathsome stinker everywhere.

I found a "gap" in the lower right corner of the apricot and didn't hesitate to punch it in, but suddenly, I was flushed with a "ha" look on my face.

(Do you have any advice on motionless habits? -)

'We can use magic around the corners. Don't you enjoy using it?

There seems to be a limited amount of one-on-one time. Enjoy the two of us. '

I narrowed my eyes and made such a suggestion, and within not listening to the reply, I let several spheres of wind, again and crazy, float with the sound of letting the air wave.

(Now, stingy sage, what advice would you give me if I didn't have a "black kitten"?)

At that time, Apricot's gaze turned to the sphere of the wind.

(Also neutralized)

Lack of fun.

"Hmm, do the same thing as a clever sage -"

No, I was going to humble my anger beyond my wit to the Chancellor of Hell.

A flame in the shape of a mouth demonized the eyes of a lady far from the colour, like a green melted into the black.

Once again, the Sangamiye-shaped (samanyagi) symbol of the fulfilment of the "covenant" to call upon the eastern gods, which echoed in the valley when he was giving up consciousness to Pean Vinegar.

"-?! Together, are you going to be a fire grinder!

"On Hakisha Sowaka -"

Without answering the query, he continues to utter the language of exotic sorcery, calling the flames of the Garuda Luotian, and the appearance of a mouth shaped like that which was floating in Apricot's eyes.

"Come on, I'll take the power of the wind to burn and purify the filth."

After such a declaration is made, a magic formation, drawn in white light from the foot, rises and protects the apricot.

Attempt to capture a sphere of wild wind to increase the momentum of the Garuda Luotian.

You think I'm gonna burn the hell out of the prime minister?

When doing fallen heaven, the angel of the stars begged me to "prevent a man from being judged by God", and I promised him a wing of original sin.

[Sorry, Zeble. But if I don't, the world I've built with the help of all sorts of people will go back to shaking it out]

Though there was some certainty with the young goddess, above all, the angel of the stars wanted to prevent it.

You don't know the merciful deeds you've done to stop it, you do that to someone who's lived the world you've been built for.

But I stopped thinking there once.

At the very least, the existence that I have spoken of as "purifying" the flame of my mouth, which now confronts me, has lived diligently, even if it has been denied its existence many times in this world.

It is remembered, even if the body, which is a vessel, has broken its heart by mourning the Lord.

No one can admit it, I came here to defend the blood-soaked effort "where I keep it from the king of this country".

Therefore, I was able to reach a point where I could enter into a "blood contract" without a reciprocal relationship with a wise man called the "hero killing hero".

(- But still, I can't)

I know more than anyone that you have worked so hard as a "shadow of a lord".

Still, because I just don't think I can.

"-" Fucking jizzy "is not what ladies say."

He uttered those words in a deceptive manner and did not "cut" out on the surface, but the hesitation he gave birth to causes the sphere of the wind to take in.

And the momentum increases, and the tornado of Luotian the Garuda rises to the streets.

(- But again, there's not enough "firepower," Apricot Vinegar. How can you accept a person's sins in the first place?)

Even a flame-wrapped sword symbolizing the power the angels of the stars had in their hands could not be perfected.

(Even Lucifer couldn't have had enough time for support)

At that time, inside Belzebub, a condensed mass of mourning falls from "heights" like droplets, creating waves in the chest and rocking on the surface of the water.

The Lord of the Mourning Voice found it to be Eliphas, his wife whose existence had become the limit.

"My" husband, "Belzebub. No, Master Belsemble will be among them.

And my beautiful, beautiful angel who wanted to be like your brother and support you together if it's true. "

Via his wife's eyes, he managed to see a boy with empty eyes who was significantly short of something called "pride".

"- An angel?"

Even if he complained diligently, the boy, who should only be a vessel, seemed sorry for not understanding the meaning, and said the words, worried about the friend Eliphas attacked.

(- Are you saying that neither the earthly angel nor the fallen angel Gabriel had more of Eliphas' mind and body before he went out into this world?)

The space is distorted and Arsen, an angel vessel of rapidly taken in water, is not able to pick up and read the feelings of Eliphas, who has been at a distance to date.

However, it conveys that she is appealing to her Lord, even though it is a vessel, with a crazy feeling equal to "dying".

[et habemus firmiorem propheticum sermonem cui bene facitis adtendentes quasi lucernae lucenti in caliginoso loco donec dies inlucescat et "lucifer" oriatur in cordibus vestris.

You may also keep an eye on the words of this traveler as a candle shining in the darkness until the night breaks and the star Lucifer shines in your heart]

Let the ancient word be a goddess of affection, so that the vessel of the angel of the stars may be connected to something at all.

"Please, remember.

Belzebub, my husband - because both Belzebub and my favorite beautiful angel know the heart you have kindly poured out.

Dear Lucifer! "

But the star angel's name is erased by a weapon called a gun.

Even Eliphas' lip movement, which elects his name, was in the way.

"Master! I wonder if you wouldn't take a friend who's going to be my best friend!

The voice of "brother" echoes through the senses of Eliphas, who has used his magic to complain against the vessels of the stars, to the head of the prime minister of hell as he attacks the Garuda Luoyin of Apricot.

He squeezes the slight remaining force, and if Eliphas raises his face, there he seeps blood crossing saliva from the edge of his mouth, stretching his arms straight out of his red and black coat.

And supporting "brother" was the deacon's lock who earlier ruled "Peen Vinegar".

"Ars, come here."

Eliphas' words are blocked, and the voice of his brother calling his friends reaches the vessel of the angels of the stars.

With a body with little sensation left, the goddess tries to put up a slingshot.

(In this state, even sending Eliphas telepathy can distort the space and even receive shards)

The "filth" that does not serve as the tip of the iceberg that the Prime Minister of Hell is in charge of, whilst teething that he will not receive any advice, is sharpened by a dagger wrapped around the Garuda Luo flame.

When I felt itchy (itchy) pain, Eliphas' "mourning and wishing" came down again.

(… please, "sir," don't "take up" the angel of the stars, "Lucifer")

I found myself moving my senseless fingertips just by looking at them.

Eliphas, don't push me anymore.

Though I knew I hadn't heard it, I thought so while playing the apricot dagger, but my partner's heart was corroded and chattered, and I never broke my feelings for an important being.

(My husband hasn't even told Lucifer his real name yet)

In the falling words of mourning and desire, the scenery overlaps with the ancient scenery of the "height" where she is now with her partner.

(- Eliphas)

In a hazy consciousness where existence is about to run out and is likely to be eroded by obscenity, the goddess thick in affection clouds the present and the past, making the story of when she hears "her husband's real name" the support of her heart.

- The real name, the role, if anyone you want me to remember remembered, that's fine.

- Let me tell you this only to you who will be my partner.

- If this is how you can stay peacefully in this place with your loved ones, I don't mind.

(If it's true, as "Elinus, the goddess of vengeance," you gave me the role of "Eumenis, the pitiful goddess," which was only described in the calendar as abhorrent)

(... sorry)

Even though I know I'm not hearing you, with gratitude and apology, I cross the blade with the Lord of this land, who has a very similar face to his companion.

And in the words that I have spoken in the past, this time tying the goddess who became my partner became more painful than itching to fight and scrape away the dirt.

Still, the feeling of the goddess falls from height to the bosom of the prime minister of hell.

(I'll be gone soon.

At least give me a name for being in this world in the bowl of a certain star angel.)

"My master said it's a slingshot of memories, but it's good to break them."

The kind and cruel godson lightly inhibits Eliphas from trying so hard to put up a slingshot as he thinks of himself by pulling the trigger.

If he hadn't even had a gun with a nitrous smoke up his hand, the only look he could see was a gentle look, and his brother, supported by his brother, was pulling the trigger without hesitation.

However, Belzebub, who was crossing swords with Apricot, also relieves himself from the bottom of his heart.

Unlimited proximity to Eliphas, two bullets in the Soda situation, and "dirty", which was also the "limit", were shredded with their firepower and force, which also prevented decimation on the brink.

My master must take the end of my beloved disciple.

And a gentle, familiar voice came down to lean against the confused mind of Eliphas, who had his slingshot destroyed.

(... that's odd)

- Wait! Let Eliphas go!

I tried it as a magic picture book, less than "one night's sleep" decades ago.

Four irrational lives were crushed, and Eliphas of man was included in it, becoming the state of the prime minister of the most hell, and appearing in this world in the form of what man calls a forbidden art, "doors" open.

It was definitely the voice of the "Traveler's Edge" in the picture book I came across at that time.

- Oh, don't lick it!!. I don't know, it's "better" than Gloriosa singing!!.

Even before the overwhelming power, at the time, he became the key to the coming out of the prime minister of hell, and died - trying to "fight" alone to recover Eliphas, the companion he killed.

[... well, the traveler's edge is still strong]

My voice in the past, which I don't know for several times now, grows again.

[On the brink of the "traveler" -, even at the beginning of the tentative, I loved you, I will not put any hands on you.

How interesting it is for a man like you to spin the edges, even though they are going to feed into this world.]

Even then, there was only about one recognition of the kind among men, who would appear in the fate of Eliphas as a man to sacrifice.

(Not for the first time, I thought of Eliphas until "here," even to that appearance, chased after him, traveler's edge)

- You're jealous, "Floyline."

- If you admitted to being my lover, the last thing I'm gonna hold you to is me, Floyline.

- Oh, my God, my chest is empty more than an old picture book!

(Thought people would say things that were always disturbing)

In this world, while something superior or inferior, something called magic, is completely unusable, a weapon called a gun is used to take the bullet that took her life from Eliphas' remains.

- Heh, you didn't think it was coming in a row. So, you don't even know what I'm doing, do you?

He also set such odd moves against himself, the prime minister of hell.

Even though it was "that far" in the power of one person, he was also impressed with "doing so well".

- Damn, I can't believe I pulled him away from the corner book, but I can't hold him.

On the brink of that time, I thought my wife had met someone who was medium good for people.

After finishing his role as prime minister of hell, he understood with his head around him, confused to grasp the situation of "villagers without memory" for the power of "magical picture books".

I just understood, but I couldn't keep up with my emotions, and I cried the moment I touched the picture book and the silver bullet without blinking a human eye.

- Even if no one remembered, you were in my world.

(―――)

Before Eliphas came back conscious of the "magic picture book," he wore tears and dashed away, feeling like he had overlapped his feelings thinking of the Lord only a little bit as he was embracing a silver bullet.

(That said, you could read it.)

I don't know what kind of correspondence "traveler" planted in "magical picture books" to exist for close to eternity.

It's just that in nearly 2,000 years, the only person who could read "Magic Picture Books" was Eliphas, the one born of a sacrificial destiny - the only being present when she died.

It was also about "not just people".

People were even surprised that they could read the picture books because they cried and calmed down.

With a head that turned around for someone who couldn't even use magic, he was turning his thoughts around on a magical picture book that had become readable, which was a "temporary residence".

Ultimately, he decided to deliver it to Eliphas' brother.

Eventually, a person pulls the "page where the goddess is drawn (page)" and cuts it a thousand times.

- Father, I'm sorry. I know it will be a shadow, but only this one page, to remember redemption.

Such action was also the first event in my life in 2000.

But I felt no pain or anything, and faithful to the "torn page," I was separated from my consciousness with Eliphas.

Originally, when it became a magical picture book and bore the "fate of sacrifice to relieve people's anxiety," Eliphas is "absent," so I don't feel that much has changed.

Ning Ro, if this is how my partner is sacrificed and cannot be born in this world, I thought that would be a good thing.

And just as "Eliphas" woke up, he returned to the other side of the "door" as prime minister of hell.

As always, every time I repeatedly replace a goddess with a person, the memories she has are forcibly re-placed in a brand new way.

Perhaps that's where the "dirty" tolerance limits come from, too.

The vessel of the angels of the stars arrived as they slipped into their brothers - Stu and Rock.

(As it stands, will this be the safest place for Lucifer's vessel?)

The filth shredded by the bullet was beginning to erode the goddess squatting at height.

(I wonder what's going on with those two)

Even if you want to see how things are going, the vision of "Eliphas's Eye" narrows every second, and you can only peek at the front.

I can't even concentrate because I'm crossing my sword with Apricot.

In that, the narrowed front view moves.

Somehow, although the vessel and the brothers were discussing it, the boy in the butler's clothes was headed this way - towards Eliphas, and he was starting to run.

What do you mean, now?

However, when you find yourself holding something in your hand, even the "street" one has movement.

- A prominent boy with hairs and octagonal teeth appeared on the street, wearing the sleeves of the ceremonial outfit, with the (hiccups) on his head.

Then he leaps down the street road to make it a stepping stone and "passes" and flies "up".

(That's for sure -)

Think about the boy who was passing earlier as he handled the vessel memories.

He exchanged swords with Apricot and felt the boy's gaze, through his sight with Eliphas, but instantaneously but unfocused but wrapped in exotic outfits, pointed strongly at him.

The boy only came as a disciple of a big brown man who would be an angel vessel of earth called Grandor McGaffin, not a man of this land called Robrow.

Including that, several people came to this lobby from Wang Capital, ostensibly "for agricultural training".

Because people are grabbing again frequently, the deacon's lock is happy to welcome the children, although this was unprecedented in the form of following them in agricultural training.

Family caring for each other is warm in the chest, including the brothers as "caution sticks" that Eliphas invited earlier.

In fact, from the time the guests were contacted about the execution of the four nobles and the execution carried out by Apricot Vinegar, which was carried out in accordance with the recently promulgated re-tightening of the law in the seizure of persons, the Lords had both suspected that they had visited.

Furthermore, for the locks of the butler, who is a vessel, even though they have been cut off, there are still four people who are not enough to hate, and that is what makes the "Prime Minister of Hell" a "key" event that can also go to this world.

However, even if it was a "key" event, I also noticed the change in existence that I had unloaded because the "magic picture book" that serves as the door was not beside me, but I left it alone.

Whatever the case, though the old body has stopped at the time of the bereavement of Peen Vinegar, I believe that if we have a few more years, we must secretly leave this land.

Eliphas came back once, and if she was kind enough to take care of herself, even though she knew that she was okay and "she was born by the prohibition", she mourned the Lord for the role she accumulated in tarnishing her, and at the same time discredited herself at the bottom of her memory.

However, if you remain old as you are, the Deacon's Lock says that if the Lord's family is annoyed, you become a "monster".

Eliphas also cooperated. Since the cutting itself was carried out in compliance with the laws of this country, he also received the acting lord and the butler of the vessel in the attitude that he would not care about the investigation from the Wang Du, and he normally kept up the correspondence welcoming the guests.

Although there would have been facets visited as agricultural training and an "investigation into the cutting of nobles", there were definite reasons for doing so.

But the boy that Grandor has followed as his disciple, another problem from that table and the purpose behind it, causes me to think too much of my precious girl.

So far the limit has come to the "heart of the vessel" in the event of mud being painted for action, thinking of the Lord.

However, that "thanks" also leads to regaining consciousness as the prime minister of hell.

And because of the aftermath of the disturbance caused by Grandor's disciples, he was to receive new guests from the Wang capital, from which it was unexpected for everyone - the "Chancellor of Hell".

At the same time as the "Magic Book" came from Wang Du, sudden concentrated heavy rainfall will be visited and a great deal of dredging ritual will be performed.

Including apologies for not ending, it was decided that Gabriel, the angel who heads the Spirit of the Water, and the exotic God, the Shaw-named Ancient God, would bowl and unload themselves, with the help of the hero of this country, who was browned.

And now passing is a boy named Louis Clover, who has become the disciple of the vessel of the earthly angel, the vessel of God of the "Yanchang Boy" named Shawna Kuna God.

However, although it is really a small amount of time, I detect with a sharp nerve that when I "pass" up the street, the edge of my octagonal lip rises "unfaithfully" and I can't move that I sprinkled something seedy.

(Was the exotic boy's god the land god of this territory, and indeed the name of the lesser god?)

As for the land god, he came out as soon as he traced the deacon's memory.

"Seeing this literature, which is also described as having an 'evil childish character', I decided to make the Shaw-named Guna God the land god of Robrow."

An exotic god, who now grips something at height and feels as if the sage, who is also the lord of deacon boys destined for Eliphas, has made up his mind in half a joke.

(For the stripping ritual, I called it in for having a kamikaze dance with you, but inside it is probably "Netuark Saxophone")

Apricot is all about doing his opponent, but it seemed to me that his contracted opponent was using the boy's body to get up to heights.

(For two, plot a hell of a prime minister...)

"How many exotic gods are you going to invite to the place where you are going to welcome my Lord, the Acting Lordship of Robrow?

While crossing daggers, he complains about inviting gods who are fundamental to the realm of distant nations (fields), even if they are defined in this world.

Or is the exotic god part of the conspiracy?

"Later, with me and my wife, will you consider the difficulty of having the invited gods pick you up politely?"

With that in his mouth, the view visible through Eliphas' eyes suddenly stopped Rock, who looked like a boy, from rushing toward him, standing at the midpoint between the two heroes and Eliphas.

"Dear Grandor!!"

"Why won't" Uriel "come out -"

It won't come true to see him, but the voice of the butler's boy and the "nostalgic" water angel is distant but definitely audible.

Now the "sense of crisis" precedes the nostalgia.

(Angel of the Water, Hardly Fallen Heaven now, but surely time is running out)

And as Alsen Padrick and Grandor McGaffin, I can tell they're crossing swords again at height, or just picking up the sound.

(- Is your life no longer in a vessel called Grandor McGaffin?)

As Eliphas was about to be swallowed up in disgrace, the atmosphere in which the big brown man was descending himself as a vessel was enough to give a slight sense of the "country of the east".

And after you're sure it's not,

"Dear Grandor, give me a twist!"

I advise Grandor that Rock, who has grabbed something and stopped, is unloading anything but a god of his own destiny.

Is that "Achara Nata" you're dropping off?

This was also recorded "in the vessel" with knowledge handed over with an apricot and a dagger.

(Whatever the temptation or instigation, can you "immobilize" the scene and retreat from obscenity with a face of anger?

In a sense, the eastern god with a role similar to Lord Uriel's?

I would have liked to see that scary face--)

'- Okay!

When Grandor listens to Rock's advice, Apricot, who is the prime minister of hell, responds earlier.

"Wouldn't you be glad to invite the exotic gods rather than" people "if you were me?

It was also a medium "preference" response, so I laugh lightly.

"That's the best - humph!"

He had climbed a few muscles of flames around him in the shape of his mouth, smashing each other's weapons into a state like sumo of magic and power.

- At that rate, you might be traveling from this world before you feel like you've lost, granddaughter.

And to prove his leeway as prime minister of hell, he summons the wind with magic.

With the groaning of a small apricot, a firecolumn for purifying and burning dirt is easily extinguished by its wind pressure.

'I don't know what you're arguing for as that cunning, but how long will this situation last?

Personally, I don't really want to do this with your wife. '

'Oh, well, then, I don't hate older people either, but I don't like someone with a wife.

Besides, if you're the "husband" of the person who thinks you're my best friend and like a "sister," then you're not! "

The few remaining pillars of flame that called and created Apricot's exotic God turn into the shape of his mouth.

"If it's enough to extinguish the firepillar, use it to attack?

Through the cleverness, it may be close to scratching your feet. '

But I don't hate evil.

"Yeah, even if it's evil, it'll blow you away because you don't have any body!"

The voice through the core of the little woman and from her body was pressed with force that could not be inferred roughly.

(I just haven't missed a workout in over 20 years, that's all)

One of the landscapes where the deacon's rock hurt his chest had long before his confronting girl still put on a mask, alone and now appeared to train near the place where the sage of colour stood.

With that deacon's chest pain, he did not defy the flow of power, and when he retreated, his broad back was struck with his flaming mouth choosing.

But it's not as good as this one thinks because of the effort, Apricot Vinegar.

The "continued effort" is laudable, but it also does not give way to the vessel of the star angel.

(Besides, the value of the time you think and work hard is the same if not the result)

Shortly before stabbing him in the back, without even turning around, he turned his long arm and grabbed the flaming mouth.

"I serve as prime minister of hell, managed by an angel of earth, which is raw compared to Hellfire"

And if you measure the power of thinking in time, this one has a "time of effort" of 2000.

I'm not going to bring the time I think into battle, but I can't lose.

(Either way, winning or losing a battle is more about "whether the effort pays off" than about the amount of time, because there will be results or not)

Apricot Vinegar defends this place as a lord, and he obtains the vessel of the star angel, and searches the world for the heart that lies within it.

(So you can't stop walking in here)

"Well, if you can only embody the mouth, is that something you can't help?"

I turned the flame before I grabbed it trying to stab me in the back, and I stared.

From the mouth of the flame, which is closed to the palms and grasped, leaked the chirping of a bird, also an exotic god who is neither visible nor visible.

We are not going to give way to the power of magic even if it is better this way in a battle in which there are various restrictions on each other.

Furthermore, he cares for the dragon god, who helped him in the ritual of dredging this territory, and hides the appearance of a bird named Garuduro, who even the dragon's family eats snakes.

And he only plays "flame in the shape of his mouth," and he also tries to confront the prime minister of hell.

(Even if I put myself in danger, I care about the presence of those who ask for help. "healthy," but let me put it to you.)

From the bordering part of the mouth of the flame grasped by the broad palms of the body imitating the body of Peen Vinegar, the filth he bears as the prime minister of hell transforms the appearance of black dust and causes it to dance on the wind.

The lady was smiling at the "slightly obscene" matter.

"Oh, still, it looks like you're burning the dust out of it!"

Apricot lifts the arms of those who do not hold the dagger high toward heaven, and when fisted, one of the pillars also forms the shape of a flaming mouth.

I was only a little impressed to interact smoothly with the power of the exotic gods without saying a curse.

(... Cheng Cheng, if you pay attention to the emotional gods of the east, you mean they will respond quite well to "the other")

Like the magic of this country, we are able to communicate with each other's will without uttering the wording of the call.

It's true that these kinds of mentalities intertwine the other gods and say, "Ayumu."

- Zebul, the eastern country seems to exchange words emotionally, mostly uncomfortably, regardless of whether spirits or gods are up or down.

- I thought it was hard to understand inside this country, worshipping the absolute Father God.

- 'Cause God the Father is fixing it without shaking, so there's something you can do without hesitation.

To interact with the Spirit of the Eastern Country, who is interacting in creating the world, the Angel of the Stars said this at first to God, who looked like a thoughtful gentle grandfather, at a rate that he could receive some abusive.

I just knew that by then I was an angel who could speak of my opinions but also respect their opinions.

Because I'm interested, that's how I first talk about what I don't believe.

And when I waited because I knew the words would go on even further, he still kept talking about a country that was interested in the broad.

- However, there are some places where I honestly envy being able to express my opinions that way.

- But for that matter, I knew there was a lot of fighting, 'cause the angel of the wind told me.

- But I thought about each other in that fight, and if we could "make up," we talked about how much we could say that, Zeble.

When I hadn't thought about "falling into heaven" yet, I was quietly smiling and listening to words that I felt were young and gentle "if I could make up" because I would eventually be the Lord.

At that time, I hated the world made up of worshipping goddesses, which took away the dazzling, empty eyes that I saw shining.

"Reconciliation"?

However, if I recall that the angel who decided with his Lord was not given such an opportunity, nor could I find time to seize the coincidence (chance) of appealing his emotions to God the Father, I smiled viciously and crushed the flame of obscenity.

"Less Bad Scratches Left, Let's Hang Out"

- Thank you.

If I told you so, I perceived someone confronting me as "frightened".

But I also know that you have not abandoned your will to fight.

(You mean you're only thinking about not losing, not winning -)

Then we have to do it.

'But you have to!

Shaking his fisted hand earlier, as if to release a spear, the mouth of Luotian the Garuda pulls a flash into him as he roars into the valley.

"You didn't see me twisted earlier -"

(But does this trigger something?)

Grasp the flaming mouth in front of you, again with big palms, and detect the "movement" of Apricot's body bending forward the moment he senses the white smoke burning "filth" rise.

Now I'm gonna let myself in.

"Yeah, I was twisting it, and I was watching it" take the trouble "and" wear out "its pean vinegar figure, albeit slightly!

The man wearing the white coat came into the brightly colored dagger with his small body weight in momentum.

Inquisite and ponder the blade that has entailed the absolute will and conviction to "protect this land".

With this feminine aspiration, in the courtyard of the former Lordship, he made a clever (tricky) move in both sorcery and physical arts, a "comparable but late covenant" with a flirtatious, flirtatious man, although he is the prime minister of hell who is not awake enough.

"Ah-ha-ha, Lord Ong. I'm not black in the stomach, but there's about" dark "in my heart."

I don't stop thinking while focusing especially on the blade coming at me.

So what's the dark thing about this apricot?

Not even the darkness that took four lives, which were also blood ties, to protect the territory entrusted to it by the king.

What is the darkness of this woman?

Without knowing who he is, he opens his mouth without distracting himself from the brightly colored dagger overlaid with "belief" and thoughts.

"This one too, I have trouble getting you to forget that your hand holding the dagger is empty"

Wave the long arm of Peen Vinegar, take out the dagger, wave the arm of those who do not master the flame of the Garuda Luo, take it away and grab it.

(Whatever, if the Lord's thoughts on Lucifer, the star, are compared to his thoughts on protecting this land, you can't lose)

- Whatever the weight and strength, let them take it without giving up on reclaiming the Lord.

When I confirm the look on the face of the Hell's prime minister, who made a "determination to accept", I laugh at the success of the "plot" under the mask of the expression "ready to defend the territory", which was not attached even to beings who were gods in ancient times.

"- What!?

That's how it's transformed into Pean Vinegar's favorite dagger, the power of the flow that pushes it up, not the "weight" that comes through to the Sheikh's wand of hell.

The long arm that had been set up to shed the power that I thought was just coming follows the flow.

The dagger with a red ring takes the white coat that was wrapped around it as a guardian against the flames and flies the cuttoe high in a straight line to heaven.

Even if it's a weapon, do you want to use it as a decoy?

Because of the brightly colored daggers used by Apricot, the vessels that become the body are well known.

In addition, the body of this vessel had been "imprinted" by a savvy man who was deliberately averse to the transfer of power.

- Rock, if you do, don't restrain yourself from the weapon, don't defy the force that was bounced, put your weapon away on the Ning Ro force.

- Then you're "off guard" because you think the other guy took his weapon off too.

Just sucking away the memory of this Pean Vinegar body, hours ago.

What Angletham Padrick and Deacon Rock taught him by mouth at the former Lordship's residence where he fought Netuark.

(No, did you get ahead of yourself?)

With Belzebub and Ars, Netuark and Rock, when confronted on the stage of the kamikaze dance, Apricot thought he was just lying unconscious at its edge.

"- Have you forgotten, Mr. Locke, that my favorite" husband "cautioned me," You shouldn't defy the force that was bounced, you should put your weapon on the Ning Ro force and let go of it "?

I heard for sure that the colored man was shaking Rock's heart, possibly on the edge of the stage, possibly with a record retrospectively obtained by a blood contract.

(By chance, did you use the experience at some point?

But nevertheless -)

With the bitter thought of the word "throw away" too much, if only a brightly colored dagger. Still, I also look at the white clothes that were wrapped around her to cover her and rise.

(- Oh, is this the "darkness" of this man's granddaughter, Pean Vinegar)

"I am as strong as that sly rabbit, and I am the grandson of a savvy devil!"

If it's just a voice, it's not an exaggeration to describe it as an unlimited lady, a high, comfortable voice with no ear damage.

("If I wanted to send it," I wouldn't have been the mirror of a lady as adorable as my grandmother Karin Vinegar)

The woman now sets up the only move that "Deacon's Rock" didn't see, and that Pean Vinegar wasn't even going to keep that big a secret "cause he shouldn't let her worry.

Thus, my grandfather eventually calmed the leaning country, a body technique that defeated the king, also known as the god.

'Well, either way!

I don't mind not remembering the name of the move, I was moving my tiny body so I wouldn't miss the opportunity to abandon it.

"Damn it!

The prime minister of hell distorted his voice into behaving like he despised his life while there was something he wanted to cherish.

To the sound of that voice, I strip off the mask of the expression that had been worn until then, even when I was "ready to defend my territory", and I smile up the edge of my infidelity and mouth, similar to the person who made the covenant.

(Assuming, even after the journey, you don't hesitate to push down the same thing as the one you were in love with)

- Please tell Miss Apricot about her happiness as a person, as a woman, as a woman, as a girl.

(In this case, from the last wish of the vessel I prayed for as a person, is it not in a far state, Netuark)

My mind just rolled calmly over the land of the street, letting me climb the sand smoke without defying the flow of movement.

But he was not alarmed by the presence that ruled the power of the Prime Minister of Hell, who was not against his might, and his little body had moved on to the next work, and Belzebub thought quietly of the existence that had been born as his vessel.

- And on top of that, Master Pean taught me how difficult it is to think of a friendship or a person.

(Hell's Chancellor's vessel, no matter what kind of friendship you have in this Mistress, it seems difficult to think of people - "strength" is extraordinary)

In the next moment, which was crossed over by falling on his back, a voice rang from his mouth, not from the creation of his face and body.

"Ahhh!"

Probably the first time someone looks like a person doesn't do something called "add or subtract" and it also tells them that they are beating him up.

(In my mind, I had blunted my mind with a masked forbidden technique, but to the unforgivable words that still boil, have I beaten him in my imagination and killed him with my own mind?)

When the spirits of darkness, their families, were told by touching the "darkness" of the lord of the land, they were slapped on the palm bottom with gloves that embedded the shape of their grandfather on their foreheads.

"Huh!"

A shock waves through his body and his voice leaks out of his mouth.

The impact of the passage through the body was sucked into the earth of the streets, and the earth of Robrow shook.

(Carefully, have you put magic into the blow?

If I were a normal person, I'd die instantly.)

It tells Arsen Padrick, who Netsuark Saxfawn handled his body surgery,

"Never use it against a person, depending on the spirit used and the person's compatibility, it can be fatal."

and the very application of the noisy martial arts taught.

'It would be prime minister in hell, for example, but in order to come out into this man's world, it's the neck that has to come into the body of the person who becomes the vessel, right?

But thank God you don't have to shy away from the vessel! '

With the sound still coming slightly late, such a voice roars with the sound of shooting in and is contained in its weight.

Then a little, time passes.

Even though the palm with the small leather gloves fitted, the eye area is suppressed, so the vision is physically blocked, and it is conveyed that a woman who does not realize what she sees but suppresses herself is thinking something.

"I think I'm gonna say the same thing, but it's not something my daughter-in-law would do."

Once again, if I told her that in a tone that made her grandfather feel, I would detect that Apricot was also inviting an exotic god to burn his filth again.

'- Don't worry.

I don't want a woman of my age to be able to fall in love freely and find a companion on her own. "

With his head contained, it sounded the same as the adorable one deeply engraved into his memory in the body, which is a vessel, but it was returned that way in words that sounded sad.

But I didn't have to pick up my mind and read that there were no lies in the phrase "not desirable".

"Besides, I'm a lord who keeps this territory on his behalf."

If you listened, the tones that make you think of the sounds of exotic birds echo in the valley.

"It is my duty as lord to defend the territory I have given to me from the royal family of this country, even if I risk my life."

(... well, this is rare)

As Apricot Vinegar speaks of reason, his mind also reads and picks up, his non-emotional senses spread into the prime minister of hell.

It was "taste" that spread.

"Sweet and sour."

When it comes to the movement of the mind, which can be likened to it, it tastes like analogy to "love", which can also be described as rare or irrelevant, Ningro clichés.

And intertwined there. What she remembers was Pean Vinegar as her grandfather.

- Maybe the blood called the Vinegar family is "attracted" by Sunflower's "blood muscles" unlimited.

- Normally, I guess this is what I think "love" is, right?

- My heart gets hot, my body gets hot, I want to get close to the person, I want to stop by, I get attracted.

The next thing that came out of my appearance after some years was a face that I missed quite a bit even when trying to make it into a picture book, and that I was supposed to watch frequently for a while.

(In a way, is it not an exaggeration or an analogy to the "person" I've known the longest?)

A person with a crisp father-granting brow that was born at the end of the period of calming in the country where a person leaned, and is no different from his contemporary age when he is likened to "Brother Osama" by a sage of color.

There is also a brother in this world who, like his brothers, whom Eliphas has made his disciples, has difficulty communicating his will, and who, if he misrepresents one emotion, often misleads a great deal, though his mother is different.

However, his brother was also the bearer of talent "loved by the Spirit, as it is in heaven", so he sometimes called out to play.

Does it also matter that you are not trapped in general common sense, but also the bearer of a young mind that cannot be pressed and embedded in a person's values, picking up and reading voices that you cannot even hear unless you are a "forbidden art" or a traveler's edge?

However, from the side that my mind is young, I can almost see it at random, but it seems difficult to sustain my concentration, and a series of things to answer the magic picture book were seen in the extension of my conversation with the Spirit and around me.

Regardless of the details about the magic book, those who were obliged to speak of such a brother from an early age and eventually become "kings" frequently wanted to know first in order to be able to bridge with people who "live normally".

Eventually, when I was a boy, my father told me to travel around the country to see and hear the world.

Soon after that solo journey, the boy who would be king, if he had finished greeting his father, would have visited his brother's room first and told him in his mouth the "failure of Dan Lion" he had done only in his journey.

It's the same "child," so I can tell you, a story about not being able to help one girl.

I heard the story on the bookshelf in my brother's room and I thought it would eventually "only lead to sadness".

So one day, when my partner and I met again by chance, I suggested that we give up the memory of my brother's failure in the sunset, from the place where we would be living provisionally, to the food to remain in this world, but we can be left alone in the presence of that brother.

"My - I have a good memory of Lotz's picture book, I'll give it to you, Mr. Picture Book.

But your brother's "come" will come true, so don't take that.

I don't know about this, but the Purple Eyed Goddess is telling me not to take Brother Dagger's.

"Earlier, you kept your name quiet, so give it up to this side".

Goddess, that's what I'm saying. '

Before I suggested it, I found myself being rejected in awkward terms for the exchange with "the figure of a sacrificial destiny companion".

"- I'm sure the travelers will fulfill your brother's" visit. "

Even if, in the meantime, you've lost some goddesses, '

Suppose you lost a few goddesses.

Words that looked younger than their age, but with a crisp brow of paternal concessions in common with his brother, bathed together in a sunset that turned into a cedar, the memory of love was not conceded, but returned with words that sounded harsh.

(If this person existed as "normal" in this world, it might have caused trouble in this world with the vessel as Mitraya)

Loosen the look on the face of a day that made me think that way, even though it was a ridiculous side, but it immediately touched me.

"Dear sunset. It's dusk, Netsu, when you said" Ragnarok. "

(It's no use talking to this person anymore)

"Now, if you don't let me suck your memory when it comes to love, your goddess will not mourn."

That's all I finally said back, and I took out the memory of being told I wouldn't mind sucking it, along with a huge amount of magic then.

Then the old and splendid magic picture book pierced the silence, until it was brought to a very similar place to what was once called the "King of the Heights".

At the time, the boy, who was only an apprentice monk, became the apex of religion in this country, retrieving a magical picture book that had been quietly asleep on the bookshelf for some reason.

And he was handed to the owner of a love who once refused to suck it off.

'I miss this. This is a picture book that my predecessors, the Popes, gave me.

Because the content is a picture book, I remember that my father gave it to Lotz '

A king with a serene, good sounding voice, dark hair and right eye, purple eyes only on the left.

It's been going on since that dusk, and I couldn't think of "going this way".

He was remembering in Apricot's mind as he braved himself as he pressed himself into being the prime minister of hell and tried hard to stop him, a still young good voice to remember.

- Be sure to pick me up.

- Not only did I know, but I'm really sorry that it took me so long to save you.

And just a few hours ago, the voice of the king of this country, which she had heard over the magic mirror, which had grown successfully, was also echoing in her heart.

I'm sorry I couldn't help you back then.

Including that meaning, I also noticed what they were saying.

That's enough, I was glad I had worked hard in this place as Apricot Vinegar.

- Now it's time to help with the rush.

If the lord of this land remembers the word of the king, which seems to have gone on even further, a more powerful pillar of fire appears than ever before, in the form of the mouth of the Garuda Luoyin.

(It's a verbal statement that makes me want to flip the phrase "I don't want it high")

It just seemed like a word that could also maximize the power of someone named Apricot Vinegar.

If you say "that," I don't care if you look pitiful or frightened that you're not a woman.

I don't know if he's the prime minister of hell, but he's got to protect this place until he gets hurt!

- I want to stop by and see the same scenery together, attracted, and if I'm trying, eventually they need it too.

- That's how people can be the best soldiers if they replace what is commonly called love.

Once again, I heard from Apricot's heart the words that Pean Vinegar had spoken to his granddaughter in the past, like the response of the Prime Minister of Hell to "what he thought".

(Where were you calling this stream, a deliberate and far-fetched traveler who even thought about where he was going?)

"For the sake of the Selisanceum kingdom, King Dagger Sunflower, let me do it with all my might, until the time comes, just cut off as much as I can!

He strongly handed over the flow of blood made by a man named Karin Vinegar, and applied muscle strength to a body that would otherwise fall into the luxurious category, even seemingly undressed, to wrap the dress around.

I am filled with desire to be more useful for my precious existence than what I think and see around me.

With such a "love heart," the heart of someone named Apricot was overflowing.

- You're a strong man.

A bouncing dagger used to "plot" earlier pierces the earth from the blade.

It reminds me of a story about a dagger, even if it was blocked from sight, buried in a memory stored inside Belzebub.

The exchange was made by the king's "parents", who made Apricot Vinegar fall in love.

In this country, two people, also known as heroes who even the tilted country, did just purely little of their time left, wishing for the happiness and growth of their children.

(It's not even a love affair, but does it mean that the parent left the child's mind in the most powerful way possible?)

And the exotic, yet talented "goddess vessel," who was prepared to cut his life span because he never put it on the table in this world.

From a wise man who was serving a king who made this country incline, neither shy nor earthy.

"If you let that power out in this world once, it will lead you to loosen the door."

"It will also lead to your life being cut off, but it will always be a 'no regrets choice' as Trenia Bubaldia, who will not love her child."

And, before joining the deciding army, I accepted a journey too soon in this world with flowing stars, goddess, without telling anyone in this world its secrets.

The memory of the goddess is also drawn from the color of red, which becomes the ornament of a brightly colored dagger that pierces the earth.

'- If you represent her, I wish you could make her a flag inspired by red fruit like this scarf.

Sure, exotic, but child-protecting goddess trademarks like fruit - it was just pomegranate, wasn't it?

Submitting to mourning, the person Julian Zaheto asks that under the clock platform of Wang Du.

He was also a wise man, who still encountered Eliphas as a page in his magical picture book, when he was on his chest, when he dropped off his best friend, who lived all his life as a person, even the prime minister of hell thought "quality (s)" was bad.

"Ahhh... Actually, Trenia only talks about the goddess on the good side, and the truth is, there's a little bit of a bad story.

I had to tell Trenia. I was able to tell her, thinking it was Ican...

I can talk to her "someday," while I'm thinking about it that way.

So, at least I wanted to tell her where I really am, and I came to King's Landing today. "

This was a plot, too.

There would have been some condolences, but the Prime Minister of Hell knew that Trenia Bubaldia had "come into contact" with the "world of men" to see if she had revealed at all what she had told them.

I let just a few "truths" seep into my lies, and I have long felt edged and grateful, Julian Zaheto. The other person decides to believe me.

It made me feel both frightened and admired that I was not "guilty of lying" at all and that the sage I was speaking out of was not holding it himself.

(It's a rare percentage, but I'm guessing there are smart people out there that even demons can flatter)

However, he also believed that the only thing he believed in was finding the "angel of the stars".

Now, I have never thought that this kind of involvement would be connected.

(More than that, being grudgingly overly greedy for knowledge was a shame)

From "the beginning of my encounter" with Eliphas, which is just one page of a magical picture book, I assumed that it was the "host" of one page who was keeping my eyes on him, but I leave him to say that it had nothing to do with my purpose.

But the second time I made contact for "Trenia's condolences," as if I had waited to be alarmed.

Even though there is no longer a life expectancy as a person, he does not hesitate to explore history until he uses the magic of the disciple's boy to treat Eliphas and sever his edge from this side.

- "Yawnma," but this behavior, is the purpose of a "person" named you, just an action to satisfy your curiosity!.

When I cut off the "edge," I even accidentally spat out words like that.

However, even though he was begged by a king, also known as his best friend, Darkness, he can also accept the "escape" of trying to distract his guilt from something else with curiosity while giving him the wisdom to tilt his country.

And among other things, as a "responsibility to teach", I also felt the cleanliness of someone named Trenia Bubaldia, who came to see that she had kept her promise until she had cut her own life.

(I didn't care much about the relationship between "people" and "spirits" -)

I felt signs of an "exotic goddess" remaining in this world, albeit in an alien form, because I could not reach the "vessel of man" where the dagger pierced the earth.

"Brilliant, exotic temple of women."

At the same time, I think of the exclamation, and I observe that the power of the earthly angels represented themselves in this world because they both had a role in a place called "Hell" where the fouling of their mouths was smoked with flames.

And I felt my partner about to disappear.

What are you going to do about this, Netuark Saxophone?