Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"... what does that mean?

While he continued to pour water on his still unawake best friend, the big brown man asked the butler, who had become the boy, with the look he said "don't listen".

It's not an evil atmosphere, but it's sensible that the butler can't do it, and maybe even if he disappears "now," it's not strange.

So if it's "a question that can be answered because it's locked," I was putting it out without covering up my desire to get the answer out early.

"I don't know if the answer that Master McGaffin wants is an expression, as I paraphrase it."

The brilliant butler expressed his desire to "answer accurately to help if he can" with a good smile.

But I also hesitate to respond immediately.

Even at this time, I realized that I was frightened that I might give an inadequate explanation myself.

Even if what I'm about to say is wrong, I can put it in my mouth right away because I have the peace of mind that Pean Vinegar can correct it with certainty "if there was a Lord".

(But you can't, can you, sir?)

Now that I continue to admire my "brother" for fixing my mistake immediately, but accept the feeling that he is no longer there, I am ready and open to it.

"You know that I, the master, have descent as a technique with great help, don't you?

It's supposedly forbidden in this country, but it exists as a similar "magic", even in exotic countries.

As a rough definition, it is the same that in borrowing the power of its Spirit or of God, it is compatible with the person who becomes its vessel.

but if you used a person as a vessel, those defined as spirits and gods will also be limited in their power, no matter how compatible they are.

It only has the control of "the ability of the vessel to withstand".

However, I am still able to give you enough power to think that you are more than a person. "

"Well, if you don't get more power than people, there's no point in descending.

People asked me if it was something I couldn't do, and I said, "Come on down."

Relatively beside the deacon, the lesser-named Kuna God followed Rock's words with caution, as is natural.

"Gecko."

On top of Louis' habitual hair, which has become the "vessel" of the Lesser Named Ancient God, Kuji also agrees with the rabbit's sage user demon.

The butler, whose fingertips were almost clear, had a slightly troubled look at the words that could also be received by the boy's God's ramblings, but if he saw Louis the "Lesser Named Ancient God", he could immediately pull it in.

"Oh, just a little bit. Maybe God can be a good analogy."

"Cheng Cheng, I don't know what that means"

Now Grandor put out his words to follow Rock's words, and nodded when he saw the face of the Shaw-named Ancient God, who would be a "good analogy".

What is it? What is it?

The boy's god that he was that analogy turned a sharp eye this time to "Osama" without even hiding his mushy expression.

Even though the boy is also an "exotic god", even if he is sharply gazed at from his presence, Grandor, who is currently unloading the power of the earthly angel, explains as he focuses his efforts on Alsen.

"If you're a solid person, no matter how compatible or friendly you are, the presence of two minds in a place where there is only one vessel is narrow."

"I see.

And the power of descent is, in a sense, like compatibility being made up of the right conditions and ultimately "concessions" … so I think "

Only the last one, because she was unsure, had her voice narrowed.

"Surely this is hard to analogize.

Because there is no regularity (pattern) in "making it easy to understand in words", as in academic formulas.

It would generally be easier to understand and talk about categories if everything was captured with an abstract feeling.

Perhaps they are each in a different way to accept, even if only to Washi and Uriel, Arsen and Gabriel, and Louis as the lesser-named Ancient God.

But what we have in common is that the existence of a position of being descended will be affected by the will of a person who is absolutely a vessel. "

Except for the fact that he was "indifferent" to his best friend when it came to anything, and generally accepted, the bearer of thought even calmly drew the part of the butler that he wanted him to draw.

"Well, then, how's your current condition? Mr. Locke, the butler?

To the word Condition, I rounded my eyes a little, but immediately smiled calmly.

A man named Grandor McGaffin immediately realized that he used the word "well" because there were two boys still young.

(You've noticed that my body is dying, both Stu and Ars, but I don't need to hurt you in more words than I need to be here.)

"What would your body really be like as a deacon rock during your journey if it were supposed to be?

Such will, such feelings... "

Then he turned his gaze toward the red-black coat wrapped by Shut squatting in a still unblooming autumn cherry blossom flower garden.

"It may have been true to be sleeping alone and traveling in the butler's room of the new lord's mansion without even knowing how your husband really feels-"

I had spoken so calmly and smoothly, but accidentally stopped.

If you've seen Stu's face, even in a clear chest, but you've remembered his "brother" who just worries you in the true sense of the word, with no intention or thought, keep adding warmth to the good grin.

"No, I may not have been alone, but I guess it wasn't lonely because the flowers that Ato brought to visit me were still blooming hard in the vase.

In that, thanking the flowers and traveling could have been the end of the story of the Rock of the Butler of the Vinegar family, in a sense, of an angel picking up a lonely old man in a fairy tale "

"... Mr. Rock, even if that's not a joke, it's tough."

If Stu managed to just say that back with a weak grin, Rock apologizes for being sorry, but even if it was really such a "final period," it would be communicated around him that he was ready to accept it.

"Now, this is what a boy looks like, but it was also beyond confusion that my aging stopped.

I'm pretty sure I had all sorts of anger emotions, and I learned how to deal with it, and I also remembered something called "giving up."

I was vain and remorseful that I could not do anything about it as a deacon in the heart of the Lord, who had traveled with all sorts of worries.

And jealousy that for a king with a charisma whose whole life he will not stop attracting the Lord, he will never come true.

The jealousy, the hiding, and the fact that we never met, did not disappear within the years, but we felt calm.

"But now I feel like I've even given up, in this place, by the time I get here, it's resolved."

Feeling its overly clean words and "something" unspoken in the clear butler's eyes, the brown angel poured water into his best friend, but feathered six large wings.

Autumn cherry blossoms just buds rock big.

"You mean Mr. Locke has gone to the state of" I've learned "in the East?"

"Wake up"? What the... oh?

On the head of the god of the Yan Boy, who reacts with something to the unknown words that Grandor utters, Xu jumped once with Piong.

Then, if you look at the man in the upper hand, the god of the Shaw-name Ancient Na speaks until you can no longer see the octagonal teeth, which are also the hallmark of a boy who is blinking violently.

Then if you compare Osama to the butler - apologize and open your tease to the butler who looked like you were his age.

"... I don't know. It sounds like we're talking about feeling, but for now, I'm not going to pinch anything anymore until we're done talking.

Anyway, you can tell from Osama and Shadow now. "

It is not known what the presence of the Wise One's demon, who appeared to be a wizard, has conveyed to the lesser namesake, the ancient God, neither those around him nor those who do not.

However, it is not a god with the nature of a proper "evil child", but a creator of many mountains and hills, just like your great life (Hoi Mu), it is a feeling that you have witnessed the strength of a user demon who has honestly silenced the existence of the role of naming god.

(Even if you don't know what the situation is and you're looking at it, you're not obsessed with wonder and who it is.)

So much so that I admired the man wearing the red and black coat, wishing him the happiness of his companion, feeling sorry for the boy who is saddened by his breakup with himself now beside me, reminding me of his precious feelings, there was certainly a feeling of gratitude for the boy's brother.

All kinds of emotions are all over your chest, but it never wavers your mind.

Oh, is this one of those "memories"?

"... no, but thank you for your concern"

Then the deacon's face broke when Grandor, who looked like an exotic angel, uttered the story of the religion and culture of the kingdom which the Lord had been speaking of.

"At the end of the day, it is also an extra honor for me to be able to talk about the culture my husband liked this way.

I just don't know if I'm really "aware" of the situation. "

Though the butler was normal, when studying magic, he was also asked to help, and what was involved remained a "precious memory" among the butlers when they disappeared definitively into memory.

Especially if I came across a sentence or something with an interesting interpretation, it was only a unique interpretation as the sage Pean Vinegar, who also mumbled his own saving like a nose song.

It is easy for a brilliant butler to recall in connection with what he has heard at an important time.

(Indeed, what they were saying at that time was also the story of travellers passing on in a country different from Selisanceum as a new culture in the eastern country)

Immediately the upbeat voice of the Lord, Pean Vinegar, spread in his chest.

"" I wonder if it's strange. I wonder.

All living beings possess the wisdom and virtue of travellers.

Just because I'm paranoid and obsessed, I can't prove it. "

This seems to be what travelers said when they "woke up".

If you translated it into me,

"Strangely. Strangely.

Every man has the same wisdom and virtue as a traveller.

But even with the delusion that his body, which is a provisional manifestation, is himself.

And because of his obsession with it, he cannot prove himself to be "eternal life."

This will happen.

Apparently, people have all the possibilities, they don't, and that means they exist at the same time... '

The Lord himself did not make any explicit remarks about the "remembrance" thing, and he enjoyed searching for answers afterwards, looking at it as he cleaned up a room scattered with materials from the eastern country.

"Later, Rock. When this traveler remembers... '

And my husband opened his mouth with pleasure and told me what was going on when he realized that he was going to hit the "traveler" in that eastern country.

Somehow, although it was a long object for travellers to train hard and fight a great evil presence, there were some parts that just now applied to deacons.

"- This is the part of the situation where my husband was talking about awakening."

With that said, he shifts his gaze to Ars, who is beside him to support him, keeping a clear eye like he stared at Schutt's coat earlier, opening his lips thinly and mouthing him to imitate Pean Vinegar.

"" Sitting on the banks of a pure river and in a cool place in the shade of a tree and entering meditation, the thoughts that I seek gradually became apparent, and the moment I saw "the brilliance of the dawn star," I finally opened my mind and became a traveller ""

"Huh?"

Naturally, not knowing what the butler meant by his remarks and how he could stare at them, Ars Trad blinked a few times before staring back at the butler.

But the other person just keeps having a calm look, and what comes from him is "nothing less or more".

"What does it have to do with what Mr. Locke calls a" wake-up situation "?"

"You have to react to something." I don't know why. The sense of duty and the fact that it comes from a gentle grin is never a bad thing, but I can't help but speak out to the itchy "chilli" pain.

Then, as he relied on it, he looked up to Grandor, his mentor and his best friend, the wise man who was his escort but was "looking after" him.

In his lack of confidence in himself (Ars Trad) and his anxious, empty eyes, Grandor himself worked his indifferent but worn "caretaker guts" in the art of sacrifice, and the earthly angels lurking within made purely strange observations.

"Really, this boy is the same, but only Lucifer's vessel."

The angel of the earth, who knows the meaning contained behind the word "Venus" spoken by the butler, speaks that way to the vessel in which he is lending his power.

"Oh, so why don't you at least be nice now that you have no contents?"

It is an attitude of considerable forgiveness towards Ars, but he speaks to an angel of the earth who is still in the midst of not lifting his guard against the "angel of the stars" before responding to the disciples of his best friends who put their trust in him.

"... nothing surprises me that much.

Mr. Locke, if you have any spare time, why don't you explain to him how you saw Ars?

"Later, in the last" final period ", sir, for the flirting of the concession, is it a little too intense?

In telepathy, which tells with its usual loud and good voice and is made to be heard only by Rock, it delivers a mild complaint.

I'm sorry. But if you're in McGaffin's house, at least you won't turn your back on Ars Trad. "

A deacon who possessed the qualities of being the "prime minister of hell" knew that he was quite aware that the existence that almost entrusted him with his place was in Grandor.

Achara Nata, a pillar of the eastern gods that Peen Binegar was studying, had the ability to wipe out the muddy snake in an instant, albeit weakened by the Shawn Ancient God and Rock, both in horns and in lava chains.

After the Four Heroes of Peace disappeared, it was found that the "Young Sage Candidate" followed by the Lord was the ability to unload and use the abilities of the Four Great Angels who would head the Spirit.

"... as a vessel myself, I first learned that I had talent after meeting my husband, who was a wise man.

But that's only because "if you've been involved as a wise man, Pean Vinegar, you have an overwhelming chance of knowing."

However, Sage, who is now staring at himself and meets a boy with empty, fierce eyes, says he looks like a "rabbit" who comes out of a gaga.

And after noticing that the boy had enough talent for the vessel, he also saw that he was carrying out a curse (serious) that did not work at all as a vessel.

- You're Als Trad.

- Ars, a gentle new soldier, who loves flirting living in a guarded forest a month ago and who has been asked by his beloved Arsen Padrick to come to the wise place of your brown rabbit.

The curse alone, the wedge of the word, had earlier withdrawn an appeal that was now about to disappear and equal to the Goddess's "life-suspending" of continuing to pour the power of water on her sleeping best friend.

However, I also felt that "Ars Trad himself" refused to engage with the angels of the stars.

- If you mean solid, no matter how compatible or friendly, the existence of two minds is narrow in a place called a vessel with only one.

If the heart of the vessel claims a place, Ars Trad was found to reject the "heart of Lucifer" as a vessel in its entirety.

There, there's no time left for rock or anything else, although I wonder what the circumstances might have to do with Ars' own birth.

So to the extent that I can be responsible for myself, I reply to a being who sees my end.

"Besides, I was not as blunt as Ars, so I think my husband told me in advance, including that.

Conversely, "If you don't let me know," for the rest of your life, Master Ars will live his life as such a common man, gentle and strong in swordsmanship, but unable to use magic and just a little unsure of himself. "

Respect for the will of the wise man who escapes the appearance of the rabbit, at least if Ars refuses to be the "vessel of the angel of the stars", has been conveyed by the way he performs the curse in that courtyard.

And I had a past where I had my Lord, a wise man, lock me up, punish me, and hide me, including my gift as a vessel and my talent for witchcraft.

- Then I will now, to avoid all things, impose the procedures that are on you.

- That's going to waste everything you've ever learned about witchcraft.

- Sorcery or spirituality, we're going to start over from one, okay?.

- Because of this, there is absolutely no technology that I've learned and grown, but still.

Even if he really cared about wasting the effort Rock had cultivated.

A man of great power and wisdom thought and offered the child the most desirable way for him to be lost in something he could not yet understand.

However, Locke had taken out what he had hidden in the corner on his own to help the Lord, who had traveled heartbroken at the end of this territory.

Still...

"I seem to regret the way I've lived, and I don't anymore.

And this, my heart will travel in serenity.

I think the only reason I feel like proceeding without fear or hope is probably because I am in a situation I have learned.

I'm no longer obsessed with "being an irreplaceable butler to Pean Vinegar."

Accepting the fact of Pean Vinegar's absence in this world, which he had not been able to accept, the fate of the family that his Lord cared about, has also fallen outside the scope of his involvement as a deacon's lock.

"However, if I could, Master Ars did not follow my path, and I did not need to remember, what was the vessel after all?

I wish I had lived the rest of my life in a common routine that I thought I would when I traveled. "

I don't know how it happened, but as someone who is equally equipped with the power of a vessel independently of his will, I didn't want a young man with a "ahead" of his kind to make a mistake, if that's possible.

Brown angels take the long rock appeal with their big bodies.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind, too, and I'll tell the sage who looks like a rabbit that Ars is taking care of.

Most importantly, Arsen Padrick, who is falling asleep now, is sure to protect Ars, who is "brother" and thinks like his brother.

Now, just like you silenced the angel of the earth in the eagle, I ask you also to deceive a boy with just the qualities of a vessel.

I haven't noticed, but I think I do. "

Because Grandor said, "Explain it to me," Ars was waiting to explain Rock's statement.

The telepathic interaction was not so long if it was time, but there was enough "while" to gather the gaze of the non-Ars "children, and the butler smiled calmly.

And from Grandor's words, "Explain it to me," I was just past enough time to prepare the words to explain it, so I kept my mouth open.

"- Well, in the sense of" related, "the words in the analogy earlier," the brilliance of the dawn star, "relate to Ars' hair."

"Ogu...? Are you talking about your own hair?

To over-expected words, the empty eyes open wide and unexpectedly look up at my hair.

"Yeah, because even under the cloudy weather in Robrow today, my bright golden hair looked like a beautiful dawn star, Venus."

"Oh, do you have hair?

Though I can be praised for my face quite a bit (personally, I'm not happy with it), I've never been told that about my hair.

While Ars is bewildered, Rock continues his words smoothly.

"And then is it Ars-like hair to match the brilliance of that star and the gorge that Robrow prides himself on?

This is the "by the pure river."

I am in this way, because I have seen elsewhere the knight of a woman who later went here to purify the valley of Lobrow pride on behalf of Master Alsen Padrick.

By the pure river, I guess I remembered because the color of Master Ars' hair coincided with the situation of the person who gained something called awakening. "

Als repeatedly blinks several times because it should be his own business, but he talks like any other HR.

"Oh, yeah, really...

Yeah, but when it comes to beautiful hair, Master Arsen is prettier, Sarah. If I am, I have stiff hair. "

But if I had finished blinking, I would have spoken words honoring the person who, as a matter of course, met a mentor more respected than myself.

After a little time has elapsed in its honorable content, the wind blows heavily and the surrounding air flutters.

"... Ars, you are..."

As always, I use a silver ring on Arsen to keep doing the golden raw water (konji-jitsu), but I lean so low that I can't see my expression, and Grandor rocks my big shoulder that Lily or so children would let me ride it.

It was like the six wings leading to its successful back swayed and the spirits of the wind that were joining it moved.

I enjoyed the more the Spirit of the Wind reacting to "Fun Things, Sharing Fun Things" overlapped in the earthly angel's wings, which could be badly communicated if they were compatible.

So much so that Grandor was sincerely "laughing".

Even though Ars was in the wrong place to say what he normally thinks, he noticed with a laugh that his mentor's best friend could not enjoy.

But no one in this place is going to blame for words that seem out of place.

Still, the serious boy had words of apology in his mouth.

"Um, I'm sorry I made that, uh, missing statement at a time like this,"

"No, I don't mind, Ning Lo. I feel a little easier.

But, including that, I wonder if there's anything close to what Mr. Locke realized. "

"Oh, really?"

"Sitting on the banks of a pure river and in a cool place in the shade of a tree and entering meditation, the thought of seeking gradually became apparent, and the moment I saw" the brilliance of a dawn star, "I finally opened my mind and became a traveler"

Earlier, Ars remembers the words of a deacon who became a boy in a way that his mentor taught him.

(But then, I guess Mr. Rock feels like "I learned from seeing me"...)

The boy, who knows very well that he is not such a great one, cares more about you, Ning Ro, than what he said earlier.

"... Ars is far from" awakening "at this rate"

If Grandor had said so with a reassuring voice, watching how Ars thought lightly, the angel of the earth within him was deepening his silence.

And Ars, who felt that the phrase "far from remembering" was speaking of his immaturity, tied his lips and leaned down to follow Grandor.

Still, the butler still remained quiet at the appearance of Ars shy of the corresponding "over-consciousness" that year.

"I'm sorry, I just put the Ars hair thing into the wording I was involved in.

However, as beautiful as you felt in your beloved Alsen's hair, I also remembered the wonderful things in Als Trad's hair, along with the purified gorge of Robrow, with the words once spoken to me by my husband. "

"Mr. Rock, the... body"

Though the butler uttered words to encourage Ars to lean down, Shut's voice sounded to block it and Ars raised his face.

……

"Not OK" is well known in previous exchanges.

However, although there are "lines" like the abyss of the body, it was shocking enough that the deacon's body disappeared so that he could lose something called color from this world.

Alsen's right hand in the grip appears to be floating in the universe without that line.

On behalf of the two people whose words had stopped, Grandor, who had also fully drawn the laughter he had been enjoying earlier, called out to confirm.

"Mr. Locke, in this case, you can't do this anymore.

Right, Eliphas. "

While his body was as clear as a butler's, Eliphas, still dark-colored, nodded with his best friend's head on his knees and his left hand gripped.

"Yeah, later, with me and" brother "until Arsen wakes up.

If I kept sending magic like this, I wouldn't be able to say hello when my eyes woke up, and I wouldn't like it if it all of a sudden disappeared, or maybe Julian for coming here.

And... "

To Rock's remarkably diminished appearance, he smiled at the adults and at the alien gods with different concepts of death, at Stu and Ars, instead of his best friend who still couldn't wake up, who looked like a boy in trouble.

"So I was wondering if you could stop instilling magic once."

"Right, Master Stu and Master Ars seem to be greatly surprised, so let's not.

I'll hold your hand, but don't worry about Stu or Master Ars that much because he stopped pouring magic into you.

Oh, yeah, and it has nothing to do with this state of affairs and "awakening".

So now use my body as a vessel so that I don't have any extra feelings for those who are showing up in this world. "

"It's also bad to give anxiety by making yourself look thinner than this"

I explained that it was not the fault of being present in this world that Rock, who thought about it so, said so and then his figure disappeared into vessels.

"The way you put it, do you mean that the tall haired white guy on that street has Mr. Rock's body as a vessel and he's showing up in this world?

In that "explanation," Ars immediately understood that he was talking beyond his tolerance (capacity) for lack of magical talent.

But at the same time, a survey in my chest is trying to pinch up a compelling rationale with my previous history and events.

"... Geko"

A demon frog sounded awkwardly small over the head of the god, but Ars thought deeply into the contents of the deacon's words to the point that his voice was not in his ear.

Schutt, who heard that chirping, does the motion that, while worried about Russia, the new soldier looks up at Grandor after staring at Locke again while he is in a bundle.

But now I'm not looking at you like I'm asking for help.

Combine the information obtained from Rock's words with that previously learned by Ars through the ritual of dredging, overlapping parts that were puzzling, and reason and inquiry tangle in his throat.

Then he puts out his mouth and begins to ask the strong questions that have arisen on it.

"… I thought that the person who made the arrangements on that street stage was someone named" Belzebub "who became the chick shape of Mr. Netsuerk's department"

'Yeah, well, I know your name over there, but to be honest, it's the first time we've met.'

On that stage, Netuark didn't use any words that could be perceived as fallacious, and he thought he was explaining the person to Ars.

And he was listening beside him without knowing the reason for the tall figure and Netuark and some verbal reward, characterised by gray hair.

I just remember that the white-haired person was put out in his mouth saying, 'To his ingenious condition, he explained his relationship with me in "truth only"'.

"Ahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Kuhhhhhhhhhhh!"

At that time, it was quite reasonable to assume that the reason why the person with the colour of the pimples and the colour of the white hair laughed at the same time was that Ars was probably making some mistake.

(Maybe he was in that vessel, but he mistook his name)

Netuark also knows that Ars is not good at magic.

However, even if that tall old gentleman with white hair was actually transformed from rock appearance by a tremendous sorcery, and a brilliant new soldier was fooled by it, I also know it's not a laughing personality.

(So, I was "wrong" - what's the real name of someone named Belzebub?)

Meanwhile, as soon as Ars spoke, "I thought he was a person," the big man with brown wings, who until earlier had even shown himself the kind to laugh at what the new soldier had said, was instantly pulling the serenity.

By stopping the "wind" that was moving until then, the atmosphere of "ease" with the wind can also be lost from this place.

I felt that the wind had stopped, but without realizing the atmosphere, Ars had a strong question of his own - if he had changed his view, he would mount the strength of his thoughts, which could also be called "curiosity," and keep talking with a new question of his name.

"For some reason, Mr. Alsen and Mr. Eliphas, accompanied by some magically rejuvenated Mr. Rock, whose Mr. Belzebub stands in conflict with Master Apricot.

I interpreted it that way. "

"Right."

As always, I respond to the words of my best friend's apprentice uninterrupted awareness of the concentration on Kim Raw Water (Konjitsu) going to Arsen.

"But if you think about what you've been talking about, that person is" Mr. Rock's body as a vessel, "and there's no such thing as a body in this world that's showing up, but it's a noble being.

If you've gone back in history, Louis, it's coming down to you right now. It's like a god named Sknavico, like that. "

That's right, Cha Cha, it was a conversation with the "rabbit sage" who gave a soothing explanation because "no magic at all" was remembered in the head with the golden glow.

- I don't like magic and I'm not sure, but can't you go back to being a person or transform because of the magic of transformation or something?.

- It's magic, it's not like you can't "transform."

- Magic disguises are "understandable".

- Especially if you're involved in magic, it's easy to see through.

- Even if you disguise yourself with magic, 'Oh, you're disguised with magic today,' because you can see perfectly well, and if you're a sharp person, some of you can see the original figure.

(So I'm sure Mr. Netsuerk could see who named him Belzebub.)

I think the strength of the rabbit sage comes with origami because it's about to tell Lily in a letter that "if anything happens, I guess it will be a replacement for me."

(However, I thought I was only with people, and I said really, really stupid things...)

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

"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."

(If there's a hole, I think it's a word to use at a time like this.)

At that time, I didn't even think as much as dew about being present in this world using magic.

For some reason on this land, I thought he was a tall, gray-haired man with hostile attitudes, and he said it with his mouth as Ars felt.

Although we know that the magic of changing the appearance taught us by the rabbit sage is a little different from what we see in this world in descent, newbie soldiers believe that it can lead to the underlying part.

(I don't know, maybe I should have said something different.)

He was instructed by Netsuruk on the street stage, and when he dealt with him, he could easily have gone.

- It's hard to find someone to improve when you don't have someone to match.

Though it seems as though it comforts Ars, he was spoken with a mouthful that he had known for a long time, being selfish but intimate, and listening to such a mouth when he broke up.

Immediately afterwards, I was invited to Arsen, and because I came to this height, I made sure that the person I spoke to was probably called "God" in ancient times, and my ears became hot.

(… embarrassing, unparalleled)

To the great destiny that Grandor used with his abilities, Louis gave way to consciousness to descend. The ritual of dredging using the abilities of the gods, performed by the lesser namesake, Gunagod (Suzuko), is not really something that can be put out to people.

Ars himself witnessed that ritual, and the magnitude of its power drained him from his temper.

If I remembered that I had a familiar mouth if I thought about it now, I was going to bow to embarrassment again.

But if you do that, you seem to further expose your immaturity, and you manage to keep checking with Grandor.

"I have no idea what magic is, but that's what it is."

Perhaps those beings with their teeth and white hair colors were moved to this place that seemed safe to the boy's trusted mentor, after not asking Als Trad to understand so much that he was not good at magic.

The feeling of "gratitude" boils at the same time, although I felt sorry for myself that my enemies and allies cared about me.

Really, if we go home, we have to try to understand the magic at all.

Grandor snorted deeply at the confirmation because he could feel the will of Ars Trad personally "hard work" as a person while rubbing off things he didn't want him to be involved in "as a vessel" if he could.

"- Right. And Mr. Locke, even if he gave his body as a person as a vessel, had something he wanted to protect, and he got his hands on one of the bans banned in the country.

However, it is not surprising that if you speak of the honorable, but Louis unloads it, if you are an ancient god, then Ars is a "person", and if you make a mistake, you have a personality… rather than a "nature". "

The soothing earlier was gone, but it was also conveyed in that way that Ars was unnecessarily depressed, so he was putting words on the part that would be particularly concerned to follow.

That spoken word was certainly the part of Ars that cared, how much lighter his heart if he was called out that he had no choice but to continue his words.

"Yes, and because of the nature of Mr. Rock's feelings, he was able to descend his body as a vessel."

Although I am still ashamed of myself, Ars' empty eyes stare at the "things to meet now" in an upright fashion, as I did when I was a trainee studying in a military school.

(Mr. Rock, what you wish for, I'm sure -)

The lock of the butler at the Lordship's residence in Robrow and the new soldier who accompanied Grandor McGaffin in his agricultural training were almost equal to none other than contacts between servants and guests.

However, he has only once resonated deeply with the Deacon's thoughts, and Ars can immediately recall them.

Early in the morning, in the courtyard of the Lords' Mansion, when they made agricultural training their primitive reason and found out the truth about what really needed to be investigated, Ars was putting his feelings closer to those beside him than his despicable lords.

"- Almost as good as taking over the house!"

It was also the word I accidentally put out in my mouth and said.

When I heard about Apricot Vinegar as a lord trying to get his relatives to fit in with a naive plot "to grab people".

I asked for something beyond people's power to prevent me from being taken away in an unreasonable and unreasonable way for the reason that I was not convinced of where I valued it.

"Apparently, Master Ars has been looking at all the circumstances of this land from Mr. Netsuark Saxfawn."

From the state of Ars, it was possible for the butler to guess that he was not all but quite informed.

(Does that include the part where "Deacon's Lock is a situation that has to come down"?

"... Ah, yes. Earlier this morning, Lord Apricot and Mr. Netsuark told me about the circumstances that Robrow had -"

From there, what Ars says is that it is only Eliphas and Netsurk who have investigated the case of the seizure that has been replaced, and the general contents are the same.

The story of the details in the execution can be seen in the narrative of the new soldier, who is avoiding talking to the boulders.

The butler was also resolute in his almost permeable body and his serene floating expression, nodding only when it was necessary every time Ars spoke.

When he finished listening to the story without any denial or correction, Rock assumed that the sage of color had used the "setting on the other person who should lay low in truth" for Ars Trud, the vessel of the star angel.

(Even if Ars doesn't know about this, including the children who were listening together in the courtyard, Stu knows "where it really is")

Listening to the Vinegar family's Square Mountain (Tomato), including the red and black coat he was wrapped around, from the clock he brought to me and Martha, who had spent many years as a servant of the same Vinegar mansion, was telling enough.

(Even if it's good for Stu, if the Als have a procedure to lay low except for the part that happens in real life and can be combined with Tsujitsu, let's not hinder it)

When Locke was informed that he had the power to be a vessel of some great presence, he didn't know how to deny it or affirm it.

However, there is no certainty, but the atmosphere of Ars's refusal to "become the vessel of the star angel" has been conveyed from earlier stories.

And Rock himself, who had the same vessel capability, let the final decision of the Lord, Pean, be himself, but as a wise man, his power was also the course of the times, and he proceeded with something that was not public, and chose a form to follow.

Including the meaning of completeness, the prohibition that only a wise man could handle was also known as a secret technique, using the "magic of the box" that traps all things, hiding his ability as a vessel.

(As a result, even in the great battle of peace, my power as a vessel was never used.

Even though Mr. Ars himself had not been treated as such, his thoughts were entwined in the direction he refused, and Mr. Netsuruk was moving in that direction as well.

And...)

"Almost no different than taking over the house," Ars said in tune with the deacon's feelings when it came to the unending story of the Vinegar family.

But I can also deduce from that refusal that it might be the anger of Als Trad being deprived of his place as the vessel of the star angel.

(Perhaps if the mind of the boy in the vessel refuses him, what will he do when he finds himself in it?)

When I saw a more brutal void than despair, which is the exact same figure but completely different heart. Can a wise, lonely king who is in a high place in ancient times take it?

With that in mind, the butler, who had finished listening to the boy with the ability of the star angel vessel, opened his mouth to reply.

"... Yes, you're right.

So, if I am sent down, it is He who has been given the name of the king of God at height.

In the street below, I think it fits like a king who looked like your grandfather, who was impressed with a "wand" like Master Ars said.

There was a miserable coincidence between my immorality and my desire for a place called Robrow. "

"... just a little bit, I feel like I know"

Compared to years of butler's grit, my experience and other things can be awkward.

However, it is not like the boy has never seen an event in which he struggled so hard to get behind his back.

There are not many, but I can't laugh about bad luck and clean it up. I have encountered events that make me want to close my empty eyes in a chain of bad luck.

Ars himself hits it for a short period of time between leaving the church where he was taken care of and meeting Arsen, who will be his mentor.

At that time, when I first managed my own food support, the boy who came to Wang Du with such a young and shallow idea deplores the fact that it doesn't even work so well in reality.

I was never "licking" the world, even an alus of honest character, but I had one child who had never been behind anything, and it made me realize how difficult it was to do it.

Especially with the working mouth that I gradually found, I was clearly told from the beginning at the end of my job that I had pickled my eyes with no parents in Ars, and there were times when they took them away.

Of course I was sad that they took my money, but most importantly, I get my head full of rage boiling down from the bottom of my heart at the fact that they "take away the consideration I have earned by trying".

Though I tried to wield my fist, I managed to indulge in the child's remaining reason that I should not do it.

And if you make a scene here, you'll be bothered again by the church you took care of, which is in the form of a jump out.

I relied on that "regret" to contain my anger and try to stop myself from going out of sight from the reality that was going to depress my heart and rot my feelings, but I was going to be frankly frustrated.

It's a memory I want to forget, but it must not be lost in the Ars.

If even a few more days had been delayed in meeting Arsene, I think that patience would have exceeded its limits, even though I had made my own choices as a child.

Now the butler talking to Ars wonders how much time and memory he wants to lose, and what flow was there until he decided to follow this beautiful gorge and gorge place called "Robrow," and he goes on to talk.

"- Can't you guess for yourself, do you say how it went then?

If you get caught up in it, I think it's really hard to get out without a big trigger. "

If Alsen hadn't picked it up at that time, I can only imagine the bad consequences.

And Ars goes on to say even more, hesitating to see if it's a good thing that he's just come to this land to lay boundaries on his own to the butler who became the boy.

"Besides, I don't know why, but about the presence of Mr. Rock who let him descend, that he becomes the one who seeks a place here..."

I remember the calm voice I was called from behind by my ally, Netsuruk, who had been discouraged by the fact but much to say.

- Pick up the sword and hand it over.

"As Mr. Locke said, the existence of a desire for this place is an enemy for Mr. Apricot, who tries to protect it.

I know you're going to be an enemy, but I just felt it, but I didn't feel it at all. "

Like Rock himself said earlier.

"There was a miserable coincidence between my virtue and my miserable coincidence, which made me a man who wanted a place called Robrow."

When I heard the explanation, I felt at ease (Ars).

There was some inconvenience, and there was a reason for the tragic coincidence to overlap, and that tall grey-haired being had to become the one seeking this place.

If he could, he was also in a state where Ars' unconscious desire to have a reason to be compelled to be his enemy passed.

(If Alsen hadn't picked it up himself, he might have been in a position to do the worst he could have done, even though he had no choice but to take away something that someone had tried to gain.

Um, if there was anything I could do about being called the fine Belzebub)

If you can, you don't just want to imitate what other people have worked so hard to get throughout their lives.

Within Ars himself, it must never be, the reasons cannot be explained well, in a sense it has become an insanity that binds itself.

(If you get sidetracked for what you've done so hard, you can't get back on your feet. "Things that are going to fall.")

- Please wait at "heights".

Even though it should not have happened, if he had chased him to the heights, he would have replied that he wanted to talk to him, because he felt that Ars could also connect.

The presence of Robrow, the one who tries to take away the territory of Celisanceum, is definitely an opponent that should not be lost as a soldier in the country.

It should be, but I can't reach the point of feeling hateful.

"Rarely, even on the battlefield, do we encounter the presence of" heavenly skies, "but in this situation it may be too careless, Ars."

―――

Without having to look through his mind, and in that condition of the new soldier, Grandor, who had perceived the boy's mood, did not distract himself from his best friend, and if he had so spoken, Ars was keeping his mouth shut with the hands of those who did not support Shut.

However, the feeling of embarrassment and regret for respecting the enemy is that the new soldier does not even have fine dust.

("Only after mourning," you seem to know, it's gonna be like a guy who's been your boss lately)

The prospective, six-winged big man stretches his brown back further the sentiment of unconscious disobedience to Grandor McGaffin, who admits to being great and what shouldn't be.

"I know it depends on the nature of people, but I can't deny that when I was younger, my mind was flexible and therefore susceptible.

But don't forget that the person you respect right now, though weak, is "about to kill" your beautiful benefactor. "

At the end of saying so, ripples spread to shake the air from the big brown hand that was on Arsen lying on Eliphas' lap.

"Well, it's time to finish it"

Even if Grandor utters such a word, Ars blinks violently at the shock of the word that he nearly killed Arsen.

Hands that kept my mouth under control - hands fitted with leather gloves that I received as a guardian knight of the rabbit sage for the mission inauguration, away from my mouth, staring.

As Grandor leaked his little breath from his nose, he stared at a silver ring that was completely thin like a yarn that was constantly creating water chi at the end of the gaze he was pointing at.

And there was a small murmuring sound, and when Ars pointed his empty eyes at its source, the silver ring, which was placed on the chest of Arsen's scarlet clothes, disappeared from this world.

But Arsene never woke up because of the end of Kim Raw Water, and Grandor didn't act like Eliphas was panicking.

"Well, even though he's the most ill and weak, he seems to have been as attractive as he was to take in Alsen.

Ars, the new soldier, who is not good at magic, may interchange and take in a couple of words, but it may also be said that there is no reason for the great beings that Mr. Rock sent down with his life. "

If Grandor told him that in a slightly teasing tone, he opens his mouth to say it back to the big brown man, who was also in the shape of interrupting a conversation with Rock.

"Oh, you know, Master Grandor"

Fist the leather gloves he was staring at, place them on his military uniform knees, and Ars looks up to his mentor's best friend.

"Don't worry, I don't think Ars Trad has betrayed Arsen Padrick because he has any respect for his opponents."

If the newbie soldier sorted out what he cared most about in a way from the intricate look on his brilliant face, Ars solidified with his mouth open small.

"Besides, I don't care if you feel that way about your enemies, if you can fight without pulling any strings."

"Heh, eh."

Ars rounds his empty eyes to Grandor's words, which seem very unheard of in military school.

At least, during martial arts training, he was also learning in the air an atmosphere in which he seemed to have no choice but to be beaten the moment he uttered a generally favourably received word, such as respect for his opponents in battle.

♪ That you're willing to fall ♪

This was also something that should never be done within a group of those who fought.

I didn't expect someone who was a national hero to say that - even though he's in a position to be discharged from the military now.

(Yeah, but if the rabbit sage lord is going to say, "For now, I'm not going to bother anyone, I'm going to cheat," then so is the idea of the long-time Grandor -)

Though I thought it might be disrespectful, I also thought I caught a glimpse of the face of a man named Grandor McGaffin, who took the mask of "ho-han" off his face for a moment.

Noticing that Ars had "guessed about who he really was", he gave that face the look he'd seen for the first time, even though he was still in a short relationship.

"- I'll tell you in the beginning, Arsen will feel something similar there, so don't worry about it."

Ningro, I don't take it personally for an exotic knight, etc., but I am also the bearer of a much respected spirit.

(However respectful and respectful, he can fight relentlessly if he becomes an enemy.

Netuark, who is a "benefactor" and a respected person, will seriously beat him up as usual, and will try to pierce him with a fine sword)

Whatever the pattern, if you have become an "enemy," you are worried about your opponent compassionately, but you are also afraid of being a beautiful best friend.

- Even if the descent of Gabriel, the archangel of the water, is possible, I do not deserve to be "received" by the kind Undune full of mercy, Mr. Louis.

Prior to the stripping ritual, Louis, the disciple, replied so with a beautiful smile, asked if he did not qualify as a healer, dealing primarily with the undune of the Spirit of Water, which is also a symbol of kindness.

- I can clearly say that Alsen Padrick is not nice enough to have a healer's license.

- Because I don't say "kind" to everyone.

(Sure, it's not nice to everything, but if it's for a "friend" who decides he has to protect, it's really extreme because it's easy to risk his life.)

If I said that, I would see Eliphas holding his left hand with his best friend's gloves in place, like, "Later, just wait for Arsene to wake up".

- As much as I can, "I'll help you".

I remember the words of the Spirit of the Wind telling Grandor that his beautiful best friend promised to be like his sister by sewing between the storms of the aftermath that evened the earth on an octagonal (octogon) earth.

(Alsen Padrick saved Eliphas Zaheto as much as he could, so it's time to wake up.)

- Later, even the country's heroes can't do anything about it.

With that in mind, staring at the gun in his hand by a tall boy wrapped in a red and black coat, his best friend's godson opened his mouth as he was able to digest the meaning Grandor had put into his words.

"Really?"

"Whatever, I'm actually" making "the best friend of a wise man, Grandor McGaffin, who's just a good guy, and a rabbit, who's busting the law out of people's appearances.

I'm a teacher at a military school, and I don't give a shit in front of a trainee who thinks I can be a teacher. "

I will tell the boy who will probably continue to get along with his beautiful best friend the fact that his best friend will have less to say from himself.

"It's just that Ars acted like he wasn't wrong at the time, and then later he seemed like the type of person he was going to regret realizing his information was leaning.

Let me give you some advice in advance. "

"Oh, thank you"

After receiving the word "advice" and returning your reply with a meaning of gratitude, the feeling emerges in Ars that you are indeed right.

(Though I take it for granted that Master Arsen, who is losing his mind -)

I don't think the other guy who doesn't like Ars has something to do with the condition that his mentor was in poor health, but he's probably made it to the point that Grandor will have to save him with the exotic magic he's doing right now.

(Master Arsen may have had a few degrees of his own will, but maybe he should think that something could have been burned and that he was on the great side of existence in the ancient days called Belzebub.

Besides, even though Mr. Eliphas is probably absolutely under some circumstances, I'm sure Stu and Ato are no longer in the "master" state you know. Then)

- Maybe Eliphas Zaheto today, just like Rock, got his shape magically, somewhere different as a vessel.

However, such optimistic thoughts of myself are immediately dispelled in Ars' head if he sees his best friend who can be sidelined.

In addition, it is true that Ars has acted in his own way so far, and I don't think he was wrong at that time, but I sometimes wonder if he was "right" when he looked at it.

Even the encounter with Arsene seemed definitely good as it turned out, but the process leading up to that encounter, as I thought earlier, was something I wanted to forget.

After responding to the gratuity, Grandor looks at the new soldier who contemplates again.

Probably both Grandor, who will continue to wear a hobbyist mask, and from now on, will continue to have an edge with his old friend who looked like a rabbit, I think so, so he was also willing to make and push just one grace here.

(Perhaps a young man who will be my righteous son will bother an honest and diligent new soldier)

"- As always, those places are" indifferent except for Alsen, "or perhaps they should also be referred to as careless.

Well, because this is part of Grandor McGaffin's nature, Ars, it's nice to meet you and Stu. "

Not as rocky as it sounds, but with Eliphas' twitching, and bright, sounding voice, the color fell out of this world, his gaze simultaneously turns to you.

No matter how unprecedented her gaze is, Eliphas opens her mouth to her beautiful best friend, her "brother," who grew six wings on her back, holding her left hand.

"I should explain to you more euphemisms (oblates) what can also be delicate (delicate) when I say that, brother...

Still, Arsen's not gonna wake up. Hey, I wonder if my knee pillow feels that good.

And, Mr. Ars. "

"Uh, ah, yes"

After calling on his best friend's godson, Eliphas opened immediately after closing his lips between bundles in a manner that only slightly contemplated holding Alsen's left hand.

"My" husband. "-" The presence of Mr. Rock who brought him down. "

For you, if you've gotten Alsen into this state.

So my brother -- thank you for saying something that impressed me, even though Grandor was saying it in a way that I would take my feet up. "

Eliphas has also found in previous currents that the heart of a man who becomes the "vessel of angels of the stars", Als Trad, completely rejects the existence pursued over the years by the existence of his own husband.

Even if the word "rabbit sage" is in the way, or if the boy himself, the vessel, refused that far, calling him to be conscious, if he doesn't know where the contents are, it hardly means anything.

(Mr. Locke's mind was about to "wake up," and I was so annoyed that Alsen and her husband were fighting.)

Reaching the height, Eliphas' invoked phantom beast (Griffon) disappeared, and now her best friend, who doesn't wake up on her lap, was taking care that Eliphas didn't have to move as hard as she could.

Eliphas says, "Please," Ars.

I also thought it seemed like a kind best friend to say please, not to protect or entrust. And...

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

I can't believe you're here the day Stu tells me not to take my best friend.

The godson's best friend, after Grandor's attention, was now confused by the fact that he would say thank you.

"Oh, no, the"

The only one whose presence fits the term Eliphas "husband" was probably now called that tall, gray-haired Belzebub in the street.

But even if it overlaps with previous streams, all the question marks still accumulate in Ars' chest.

(Still, don't just stop thinking. Just so you know, we need to get it in order)

What has been happening since this visit to Robrow has become a wave of information that the new soldier has learned so far cannot be tidy, and only manages to say that he is moving towards the end of the day.

In the meantime, I need to ask you something that I don't understand right now, and that you answer me because I'm Mr. Eliphas.

- I'm sure she doesn't have time left.

"Um, you can see yourself in the way that the presence that Mr. Locke sent down is what" Mr. Belzebub "calls Mr. Eliphas' husband."

If I tried to be Ars, I turned to the question, though I would go beyond my tolerance again after thinking about it.

"Yeah, that's right. Belzebub is better, my husband."

That's how Eliphas answers to a boy whose husband didn't stop looking for only him.

To that answer, Ars diligently turns reality into a chunk of words (block), trying to put the words that the "person" is about to disappear has responded to in a place that is not confusing within him, but it cannot do it well inside.

I guess my knowledge doesn't make it possible.

The desire to know was painful in Ars because I didn't have to know perfectly, even about the approximation.

We know that Eliphas, who is about to disappear, is "different" from Alsen and himself in being as big as he is because he calls his husband a non-human being.

"Uh, bye."

When I couldn't put my thoughts together in my chest and zeroed them out of my chest, there was a pussy and a small noise, and if I saw the sound, Eliphas played them small with her clear fingertips, and the autumn cherry blossom beside her was only blooming for one round.

Only one round of blooming "wonder," both Ars and - sht - distract me more than the sound my fingers could have played.

"Mr. Ars. You just saw Mr. Locke disappear after what your husband had worked out with the Dark Spirit, and you're thinking of something close to an answer."

I told him so and picked the flowers of order that blossomed on my side, with clear fingertips, and pulled them together without picking them, and stared at them, and now I looked into the eyes of the goddess in the sky.

I observed that the presence of a new soldier who also hits his best friend's division does not manifest himself in this world without performing even the inherently very difficult sorcery, similar to the "heavenly use" of six wings stretched out on the brown back standing beside him.

Realizing what he had guessed, Eliphas, picking the flowers of order, now turns his eyes to those of two boys, including his own disciples.

Ars was leaking his voice low in his eyes that made him feel the intensity of his emotions, like he had attained that calm.

"- Oh."

(Eliphas watched what he thought during that time)

- Maybe Eliphas Zaheto today, just like Rock, got his shape magically, somewhere different as a vessel.

"That's the thing, Mr. Ars"

As soon as he remembered the matter, he saw Ars' face, where he felt the tension slightly loosened from the expression on his face, and Eliphas saved the idea, releasing his hand from the autumn cherry blossom and narrowing his eyes to the shape of a smile.

It is already well known that there is no magic left in Eliphas today, such as reading people's minds and using advanced dark magic.

However, I knew I was wearing the technique of showing up in this world as Eliphas Zaheto and then feeling and absorbing that person's thoughts with the look and atmosphere of a person without having to use magic or anything else.

"But the reality that I am aware of has become my" best friend, "because it will hurt my disciple, and I speak not in my voice and speak not in my words, but I speak with unconscious kindness.

But it's okay.

Stu knows that Eliphas Zaheto is not really a person anymore. "

"Master"

If Arsen woke up and Stu raised his face as he tried to remain silent until his mentor traveled, Eliphas was staring at the gun his disciple held.

"Stu, I'd rather end up like Eliphas Zaheto than disappear from this world in" Ariel ".

Even if that leads to proof that I'm not really a person. "

Clearly speaking of his existence as "not a person," he stares at the gun at the master, and Stu lets tears seep into his eyes and bites his lips to stare at his weapon in the same way.

I knew it many times in my heart, and I was listened to and knew by Netsuruk, but I couldn't speak again because of the truth that I didn't want to accept.

"... sht"

Because I didn't want to hurt myself, and I chewed my lips and leaned towards the cleanliness of the blade of someone who would not hesitate to speak out about what I was indulging in making it into words, so that Ars would also continue.

"And after you disappear, there's nothing left?

Instead of the "children" whose words stopped going on, he asked how Grandor would break in like an "extension of everyday life".

"It's an abstract thing?. Or something specific?

While staring at the gun, Eliphas also opened her mouth, following Grandor, trying to respond to questions during the stitches, which were as if they were everyday chores.

And because it's a "sibling" kind of relationship, Grandor reacts by moving six wings more with the nuances of the words he can feel.

"Answering that way means there's both."

If he shifted his gaze to a cosmos that swayed in the wind caused by his feathers and clasped his shoulders small, he would spin out his words as if Eliphas had shrugged small.

"In those places, it usually looks like a natural breeze, so you can't be alarmed.

If you put it in the abstract sense, your name as Eliphas Zaheto, second generation as "gun brother," will remain there.

However, since it is commonly referred to as a peaceful world, it is natural and irresistible that the impression of operating as a mercenary or cautionary stick is diminished.

And if we find the delicacy that third generation Stu and Ato deserve to take over, maybe we'll let that kid take over.

If I told you that, the mercenary gun brothers might have been my master, Julian Zahetto, because I wasn't connected. "

If I told him to flow to rap, he smiled and stared at the gun again.

Then you could have left your name as Julian Zahetto as the first of your mercenary gun brothers because of what I inherited.

Originally, you could have engraved your name on the calendar as a four hero of peace, but a lonely person came off of it as if you were only drawn on your own.

But a very kind and strong man.

If I thought about the person, I could naturally remember him with a gentle grin wrapped in a red scarf around his neck and staring at him from the front to love him.

Yeah, but I was able to see you tall from the front.

When I think of "who I really am," I think of the proposal (proposal) that I was told to make across the street.

"I'm the first to confess, but I'm the last to propose.

Me and my family, "Eliphas." "

With a clear fingertip, if I touched with my hands the most used gun my disciple has ever carried, I feel the wrapped kindness of someone who is invisible but who has tried to protect me with his life in jeopardy.

Now, I know that "he", who had no connection to magic at all, is desperately scratching his feet to pick himself up so far, but I also know that I will not be able to see him as he is.

But even though I'm no longer this Eliphas Zaheto ahead of me, I'm surrounded by anxiety that I don't know if I can really go back to who I was.

I know that I was created in this world in a forbidden manner, but I don't know how to do it.

"- And if you want to know exactly what" who I am "is, it might be more accurate to ask one of those who gave birth to me.

I can say that Eliphas Zaheto will disappear from this world specifically, but I honestly don't know the rest of it. "

Yes, it was the deacon's lock in the boy's appearance, holding Alsen's right hand, who stared after answering to Grandor.

With Eliphas' gaze, the deacon began to know that Eliphas had been born in this world, and Grandor quietly shifted his gaze.

"- That's right, Mr. Locke. I was wondering if you could respond."

Though the voice is low and calm

"If you gave birth, it's your role to answer."

With the sound of such a sense of meaning and weight, the big man, looking like a brown angel, tells the rocks that remain in this world in the state of the line that edges the 3D.

Though Grandor McGaffin speaks the tone of the scene, the butler savors the comfort of being judged by an angel who is unloading his ability to "cut off" (from his own).

But I had no fear of exposing myself to the sins that disturbed the reason of this world.

(From the beginning, Mr. McGaffin told me that he seemed to have learned from the angel who earlier made him look guilty, and it would be a ridiculous story for me to hesitate here.)

Still, I opened my mouth because I felt that being convicted in this way would feed the boy who was also my apprentice earlier on in life.

"… originally, I am in the mood to follow the order and explain that there has been such a sad calendar of errors.

But there's not enough time to make that my mouth.

Besides, I'm really going to say some nasty words to Pean Vinegar and his wife Karin...... so if you want a fair opinion, ask Martha.

She is also a servant of the Vinegar family, but she is somewhat cleaner than me.

And the man who truly accepted and mourned the original Eliphas. "

So once I separated the words, I stared at Shut, whose face I had leaned over because the flowers of order had blossomed.

The reason why a boy who should not have visited this place came wrapping his Lord's coat around this place.

"Maybe Stu is listening to Martha in conjunction with my earlier story?

There, I feel and confirm that I have felt the longest relationship in this world, the pure and clean mood.

"Yes, I told Martha that Mr. Rock wanted to talk to her, maybe with a lot of muscle."

As a lord, Pean Vinegar is troubled, Mrs. Karin is afraid, and the deacon's lock is hurting her chest.

On top of that, an unreasonable manipulation in which Apricot was bewitched by Karin's appearance and inherited Pean Vinegar's talent.

A little apricot friend in a caravan caution stick who showed up to get rid of it.

It's all about caring for the other person, a pathetic event that has happened after being thorough about protecting the kind person without doing anything to fight.

"So I don't want Mr. Rock or Master Eliphas to betray the place that I think is important, even though I'm still in Robrow for a little while."

With a head that usually turns around, he can sum up the words and make it easy to tell people "stories," but without being able to do so, Stu finally said just that.

"Stu is still sweet."

After telling him that, if he saw the gun that Stu and Eliphas were touching as if they were pinching him, the butler could also picture a distracted caution stick wrapped in a red scarf around his neck.

- If the existence that seems to be "Eliphas" came out of this world this way, anything is as happy as I can be, until I do!.

Deacon was equal to the first time he had ever seen a man speak up toward the Lord, Pean Vinegar.

Normally, I would slaughter him with the fine sword of my favorite manipulation that I have hidden, such as the one who speaks such primarily, who is also a dependent being, but I also experience for the first time being pushed by the voice - by the strength of the will.

And I realize at this time that he was keeping his promise to make Eliphas happy.

(Eliphas received enough love to be raised as a person, and on top of that, she became a wonderful sign of the kind Julian Zahetto, who combines the love of raising any child in any situation)

It seemed happy to be able to live a life that, if it had been possible to be born, would probably have lived as a loving, sweet girl, even if the time available in this world had been "so far".

(Above all, Eliphas did not have to suffer the fence of nobility, tied up by her husband or Apricot)

He missed me from that fence, thanking the traveler and opening his mouth again.

"- The bearer of a weapon called a gun still seems to make you all gentle people.

And let me thank you again, thank you so much.

With Stu here, I've thought a lot about this land myself, but I didn't have to betray this land called Robrow. "

A clogged voice but with a smile that also passes during the appearance of an old butler in the words of Shut, who tries so hard to convey them, now decides to be ready to convey the appearance of "the truth of Eliphas" without worries.

"… Now let me also tell Martha that story carefully again later with Stu"

"Together, we shall receive the shadow of this Robrow and Eliphas Zaheto's past."

The goddess smiled joyfully at the grief of the upcoming traveling rock and the words of Grandor, who undertook to lose her sibling without a back shield.

"Oh, it's an honor to have a brother other than Alsen interested in my past."

To his sister's reassuring smile, Grandor lifted only the edge of his mouth small.

"So, after Eliphas disappears," I don't know what's left. "

"Master Eliphas disappears and stays."

The scene when "she was born" came back to Rock's head just as Stu and Julian changed in.

- "Again," the independence of existence is not possible in two, let me use the third.

Anyone who was born into a fate that Julian uttered and had no connection with magic at all (yeah mei) uses the distortion (strain) that was created by practicing abstinence to take a page of a magic picture book from his chest.

The existence that was supposed to be a "god only to store filth", infused with the magic of a savvy and talented person who would receive the Prime Minister of Hell, appeared in this world as a goddess through one page.

"… perhaps a page of magic picture books"

"Arsen brought it from the king's capital, and now Netsuerk has it."

"Yes, it is. If you trace it back, it's -?"

Will you refrain from giving me the names of the real owners?

Send and tow a form of telepathy that Grandor can't hear anyone else as Rock tries to keep the word going.

The "magic book" will have the same name as the "person who is not supposed to be in this world right now" if it is traced back to the original.

It's pathetic for a newbie soldier who doesn't like magic to black-and-white his empty eyes when he talks beyond tolerance. "

With that said, if he pointed his gaze at "Ars" for a moment, Rock would observe in view of what had happened to his body, the upside he had heard from Julian Zaheto, and Alsen's "mother" who still woke up.

When I heard his obituary, I thought he was a healthy figure the same age as my lord, but I accepted it all the more considering it unfortunate that he couldn't beat the wave of the year I stopped by.

Was Father Barrota still alive?

If he was still going to survive in this world, he would be old, but if something like what was happening to him affected Barrota in any way, the surprise of his life immediately dived into him.

"Oh, even if it's not a rare or strange name in this country, if it came out in this situation, I'd associate it with my natural best friend's godson.

- Hey, Stu?

Based on the fact that my sister's goddaughter turns her head, if an old friend thinks about what she might do and points the water at her, Stu nods small to the extent that Ars, who supports her, doesn't even realize it.

From where I heard the word "magic picture book," which Rock speaks of, I was somewhat of a connoisseur.

"This picture book itself, he said, had come to his notice on the bookshelf of a house serving an old clergy.

Clearly found on the bookshelf were the successive Popes.

He really noticed a young but talented boy in spiritual arts. "

Hours after the date changed to "Today", in the room of the new lord, with Apricot, is where the magic picture book was originally described to the sage of colour across the magic mirror.

"On the face of it, the previous generations of His Holiness the Pope are supposed to be dead.

And His Holiness is also one of those affected by the "distortion" of the ban. "

Even though the butler in the boy's appearance gave him a slight but surprising look, Stu immediately remembers what Netsuerk said as a reminder.

'Yes, in general, I wonder what "slightly delayed" is. But if the distortion affects you for a long, long time,

What Stu saw was that he was in King's Capital over a magic mirror, and his spine was stretched out in the 60s. Someone who has become the grandfather of the baker there.

"Netsuark, is your young brother a disciple of" The Man "?

The grandfather of the only bakery was even abetted by a sage of colour as he poured an indescribable glance on Shto, who knew Julian Zaheto and was his grandson's apprentice.

"If you don't get involved now, Mr. Barrota will regret it.

"How would you like to miss your sister's chance to calm down?"

"Eliphas'" heart "was captured by a forbidden wedge to save the villagers taken care of!. In the power of men, nothing can be done!

Though intensely Barrota had returned the words, even those who were once inscribed on the calendar with the heroes of peace, the sage of colour entangled in this battle of formation and let them participate.

I really don't know if it's going to work.

That's what Eliphas is touching, and Stu stares at the gun.

(I can't use magic, Julian Zahetto still did what he could to save someone named Eliphas.)

However, those who said that nothing could be done, but who were also the fruitful brothers of "Eliphas the Witch" in this world, did not speak more about their sister or Julian than was necessary, entrusting me with a silver bullet equal to the shape, until I used a sorcery that made it impossible for the old body to do so.

(I regret that Eliphas, the witch, had been forced to use the forbidden technique because she said that she could only use it when she said, "I can't help it.")

The technique my brother taught me in the unlikely event, - I never put a word in the revolving magazine of the gun that took out my sister's life by helping to activate the ban.

I can still tell that Barrota was already ready to accept the settlement her sister and her lover's apprentice would make, in any way, at that time.

And those who were heroes of peace choose the role of "Grandpa Barrota in the bakery wishing her a safe return of a girl as adorable as her granddaughter" in this battle of formation and in the course of time called Modernity.

On the other side of the magic mirror, a girl hitting the granddaughter of her best friend, Gloriosa Sunflower, stroked the gift of a round chair made by a new soldier with wrinkled hands and, as Grandpa Barrota, told Stu that she wished him a safe return.

"Please, I just want you to make sure the visit to Robrow doesn't lead to regret for that girl."

Although I don't know much about Shto until Lily's birth, I knew enough that someone who was once a hero cared about the girl her best friend thought was like her sister.

And the girl is really happy to meet the people who happened in this place called Robrow.

(For everyone, we have to make sure this place called Robrow doesn't turn into a pathetic place.)

And like when I was talking to "Julian Zaheto the Gun," I believed Grandor, who would also know magic, would pick up the words, and Stu would come up with the words he wanted to convey to his head.

"Now the silver bullet in this gun was supposed to be the silver ring Julian Zaheto wanted to give to Mr. Eliphas, and Mr. Barrota gave it to me by magic.

I think if Barrota's name came up here, I'd be aware of some kind of fringe. "

Mr. Eliphas said, "A page of magic books."

After hearing Stu's response, Ars, as Grandor expected, is making a bewildering voice about "after Eliphas," even though Rock has stopped talking along the way.

As I was thinking, magic was beyond acceptable for a boy who wasn't good at it.

However, Ars's "curiosity" did not seem to turn to the original owner of the book, and Grandor opened his sturdy mouth with relief in his brown chest.

"To Ars, it would only sound like Migawa.

But all that remains after Eliphas here disappears is a single picture book page, as Mr. Rock put it.

But not just a page of magical pictures. "

So the little laugh leaked was Eliphas, who made Rock explain his "appearance of going back".

"At a time when the adjective" magic "is attached, it explains that it's not just a picture book, a" normal picture book. "

After laughing delightfully, I stared at the gun I was touching again and completely remembered how Rock would go back after he disappeared because he had spoken the exact identity of himself.

And even though the king of the gods at height was one of the contents of a picture book to be told to this world, the fact that it was cut off by a man named Julian Zaheto gave him a place in this world called "One Page of a Picture Book".

"Yes, I was originally a goddess who gave me a page of a magical picture book that changed my appearance in order for my husband to stay in this world and somehow, gradually, remained in this world."

"I'm not mistaken... Master Eliphas is as grateful to me and Ato as a goddess"

With a shy mouth to compare his matter with the word goddess, and staring at his disciple, Stu affirms so, shaking his head wide left and right.

"Normally, he raised a child with difficulties in the way he grew his heart like an ato, like he would be abandoned.

That's what a goddess looks like!

Before Barrota received the silver bullet, Shto touched the transparent hand, although it was crude to also call it Netuark and Argument, thinking that the words he had spoken were not incorrect.

"I don't hate my brother because of my master."

If we had not met Eliphas, we could not say that the tragedy that had befallen us because we were a different family than the Vinegars did not happen between our brothers Stu and Ato.

"So I really appreciate it."

I conveyed the words I had never had the opportunity to say before, packed with gratitude as much as I could include.

"Thanks, Stu"

Beyond the shoulders of a leaning disciple who was once again stuck in words, Eliphas stares at the golden-haired boy who used the analogy that Rock used to inspire him to open his "senses."

If the remaining time had passed, I stared at that clear body goddess with the gaze of my best friend's benefactor, who said he would "go back" to the page of the magic picture book.

"Proceed."

Move only your lips, and Eliphas prompts Ars.

(Maybe Eliphas said, "Please proceed," but even if asked, if you can do something about it right now)

Als, who was able to read Eliphas' lip movements, is a little confused, but doesn't stop thinking about what he can do.

(Knowing who Eliphas is, knowing that Mr. Locke's body has become a vessel and that he is out in the world.)

Confirming whether there is any confusion between what I am thinking about and what it feels like to be in this place.

(I can't do anything, but at least I don't want to remember the feeling that Rock or Eliphas had by mistake)

And perhaps the feeling of the existence of the name "Belzebub", which is now in the streets.

"- Being portrayed in that incredibly amazing magical picture book is what Mr. Belzebub means, isn't it?

So, with its tremendous magic, it is able to magically create the appearance of a boy with Mr. Rock's feelings.

However, since he was a very smart man, Mr. Locke had originally sought help in the sense of wisdom, but it turned out to be the one who wanted this land called Robrow.

You can think like that. "

"Well, I don't like magic clearly, and the tolerances seem to be exceeded, but the strange things that have happened in Robrow seem to be understandable with certainty"

I saw Rock and Eliphas, who gradually understood that Ars had a weak smile on Grandor's admirable reaction and that he was gaining a figure in the form of a ban in this world after seeing the supporting sht.

"Well, if it's a strange thing, if you've been thinking about it, if it's something like" gaga, "I've been around a lot lately."

"Is that magic, uh, magic?"

"Yeah. Sorcery rather than magic. It's forbidden in this country."

If you are a wise man who is a rabbit with the same forbidden magical ability as you are now at your side that you are a person, then you know it.

"Wow, you're really lightening up.

I don't know how much my former rabbit sage weighs. "

Before I came to this place called Robrow, I also remembered that I had magically held up a sage dressed like a "stuffed animal", who would not have found out that he was using a ban on boulders.

(Oh, so I even had a cuddle)

It also inspired me to shrink a long distance from the sht I now support, when I disrespected Luiga Apricot and tried to go to see the little one under house arrest in the "sitting jail" where Lily is evacuated that it should not fit now.

Once Stu, who was also a guest, picked up Louis, and was forced to step down the ladder because of the journey he was doing so much work, Ars had to bear the sage of the rabbit dressed as a stuffed animal that Lily was holding.

I can't believe I'm going to be busted by a young man halfway past the 30th.

Even then, while I kept supposing that I couldn't find out who I was, my flirtatious sage was whining about that on Ars' back.

If it is an event that is not possible normally, but can be done if it has very special powers, the new soldier has been able to get along for the past month, but he has been close to seeing it.

(If you mean banned, the rabbit sage lord has also gone, and what Mr. Rock has gone, or what Mr. Eliphas has shown up in this world, may be forbidden...)

Though the law says it's forbidden, I didn't think it would at least extend to a place called this height.

(So, if you're going to be here for the "final period," please, let's hope it's in a way that lets you through your feelings)

And Ars' face, who thinks about the rabbit sage and speaks the word, has an unconscious look on his face, and Grandor perceives what he wants to convey.

"Cheng Cheng, when I tried Ars, it is very surprising, but if I listened to you this way, it may be a hell of a thing, but isn't it unacceptable?"

I also found that my beautiful best friend's goddaughter was thinking about an old friend that Grandor couldn't do much with.

And if you understand, the boy nods toward Grandor without ever being denied his feelings, and without ever knowing or compromising his subordination.

"Yes, that's what's going to happen, Master Grandor.

The magic of the tease may make you arrogant.

But if that's what Eliphas and Rock say, I'm going to let you stay with me until the end of the day because I can. "

The boy had spoken words that would normally hit him with a demeaning expression, now palatable lightly, and without giving an unpleasant feeling to those who reached his ear as a voice.

"I'm not even involved, and I can't do anything, so I shouldn't give an opinion, I shouldn't"

Although that kind of thing may be the norm in society, when it is applied differently under various conditions and circumstances, even at this time Ars was again ready to learn and get involved.

"What, I think it would be better if I didn't want to face it, even if I didn't like it because of my thoughts and emotions, than if I refused to even think" I can't "or" because I can't "from the beginning.

Even Arsen, who sleeps there, is an emotional priority in one way or another in his personal life.

But it seems there are times when I change my mind a little bit when I engage with the sage lord you're escorting.

I lost it - no, you don't think I lost it.

Even if they see themselves losing money from around them, they often reach out to things they are in real trouble or can't do with their abilities.

But if I think about it later, it seems that I have very little regret about it.

I don't know how to say it, but I think I appreciate it. "

"How can a young man admire such a twister?"

Before hoping for the stripping ritual, the rabbit sage - Grandor laughs as he looks back at the conversation he had with Netsuark Saxfawn.

Flip it so that it spins at an untraceable speed to the eye, like cointos the front and back of a person's feelings.

By doing so, I can't honestly accept inside the favor that can be directed at me to the habit of reading to the bottom of my mind that I am unconsciously distancing, not even aware of in person.

(No, it might be stronger than thinking, "Can I take a human denaci like myself?")

"Well, that's the same reason I'm your friend."

So when they asked me, I said, "Answer."

What's the reason?

And he's been asking for clearer answers in a way that makes him feel more childish than the children he takes care of.

But that's also the longest old friend I've known.

"The highest" sage "in our country, Netsuark Saxfawn, so think for yourself."

And I did it overnight at the rate of the original Grandor McGaffin, not the big farmer from Ho-Han.

I'm just asking because I don't know when to think about it.

Neither your old friends nor your younger best friends, nor those of the opposite sex who became your partner, abandon the idea of thinking for yourself and continue eating down on people for answers.

If working with Arsene is a genuine act of bumping into each other, it is a testament to the fact that Grandor and I "never want to expose ourselves to anyone who knows who we are" each other.

"Then you can ask Lily or Ars.

Those two will answer you in no time if you ask. "

At the end of the day, I still didn't say the answer directly, and even if a wise man named Netuark turned out to be a rabbit, I could never do it, but I taught him how to get an unlimited number of correct answers, and Grandor closed the conversation then.

(Until this situation is over, even if it's impossible to ask Lily because apparently she hasn't been able to get back to the rabbit sage yet, she still hasn't even asked Ars)

Even though we knew from the beginning that "Netuark couldn't do it," we still move on to the story of the wise man Ars knew, making sure that his old friend hadn't been able to know the answer.

"Really, Master Alsen, you are grateful to Lord Sage"

Lord Arsen made himself an escort knight at the thankful rabbit sage.

Eliphas smiled calmly, realizing that Ars would also thank his mentor, who was still closing his eyes on the lap of a clear goddess.

"- Ars, your vessel looks very big.

Maybe more than Grandor McGaffin, who's unloading his earthly angel abilities. "

If he had said by including meaning behind the word angel of the earth, the boy who could only know the table panicked as Eliphas expected.

And the big man, with six wings on his successful brown back that can understand the meaning behind, relentlessly pours a sharp gaze on even the goddess when she disappears.

In "Lucifer the Angel of the Stars Before Fallen" and "Uriel, who presides over the ability of the earth", there was a great difference between the power in position (rank), even among the angels and the best angels.

However, if you tried Eliphas, it was a "final confirmation," and still a boy named Ars hates associating himself with the angels of the stars from the bottom of his heart, although he has the gift of a vessel as the Lord of his companion.

"Oh, well, that's what I'm afraid of!.

What do you mean, I can't do it? "

Close to "praise killing" in a way, even though Ars was in a hurry, Eliphas raised his face with the momentum of a longer forehead that was now falling back if he made a laugh like he did when he was "master".

"Als, if you say so much, you have no choice.

But if it's okay, it's a big bowl, and it's good to see you again about my precious goddaughter. "

Then he becomes the face of a godson master who notices the voice of "Eliphas Zaheto" and speaks.

"Well, then... apparently Arsen can't make it.

But I think it's probably okay to die or something, Grandor, so I was wondering if you could support me instead. "

And I offered him my left hand, which fits the Alsen gloves I'd been holding.

"I don't have a choice."

Although it sounds unfortunate to my voice, there is no atmosphere that rejects the body of my best friend offered by Eliphas.

Support your best friend's body from the offered left hand so that you give in to your large body and give way with your left hand, which is filling the gold bracelet.

Locke and Arsene's body, which was holding the right hand side with nature, also separated, watching Grandor firmly support him, before Eliphas exhaled slowly.

"Bye, Stu. I was wondering if you could give me back what I was."