Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

It was felt that the flowers of order had been pruned at heights when it reached the 16th of the 18 processes called the eighteenth road contract mark.

Until then, after forcibly returning Shaw-named Gunagami (Suzuko), his "hero synchronization" had dealt with some questionable new soldier, but he has also responded to Netsuruk while carrying out the 16th process flow.

It was just unexpected that Apricot's dowry story had progressed in a rather specific way, even though I had been thinking about it to an "aside" degree.

At the same time that the story was specifically put on the table as a word at height, I feel clearly the power of the foreign powers that I have felt everywhere but could not clearly understand by flipping three different places where the flow of time is "the land of heights, streets and octagons".

If you've been wondering where the help started, it's time Grandor changed the power of Achara Nata into a grape-nil based on Lily's whip, and used it now in the form of a kansaku.

Both Graypnil and Tsubaki have the ability to bind those with great power as roles.

Because of his role and reason, there was something touching the harp line, even though he felt it on the octagonal earth that his best friend, who was quite good at witchcraft, was using to suppress the power of the fallen water archangel.

The tool called Grapenil itself was originally used to tie Lily's whip to the movement of a powerful presence called Fenrill in ancient times.

"However, it seems that the original owners of Lily's whip are more involved than Grapenil."

Feel the flow of purified gorges flowing around the octagonal earth of the sixteenth process, and enjoy the thankful information poured out by Apricot via the power of the blood covenant, along with the "exotic lullabies".

Though there may be some connection between the person who became Grapenil and his "wife," this time he felt that the power of the previous owner had something to do with it.

(As for the whip, if it hadn't been passed on to Maple, she would have slept in the Mother of the Nation's chest somewhere in the Royal Palace.)

If all the circumstances and edges of the past had not been involved, then again, I would not have taken the form of Lily's weapon to come to this place either.

"Well, it seems the sound of the clatter has stopped, and I wonder if the help of the exotic goddess is that far away."

The circumstances of the whip - official records regarding Mother Trenia and the degree to which she had "just a little bit of information" from the person who became her teacher show that it is more difficult to connect the details.

"In a way, with the backing of a mother to an unreasonable degree..."

If you recall an anecdote wrapped around someone named Trenia Bubaldia Sunflower, you can fully understand the mood that makes you want to support a "girl" named Apricot as one woman.

"Besides, mourning Robrow out of a man's hands was only a short time away, but I wonder if he, his beloved husband, would feel like losing his land to rule."

In the calendar of a country called Selisanceum, all the young girls who survived the event of peace admired a strong woman, the queen of this country, with purple eyes.

He was strong and gentle, and he jumped over his identity and was courted to marry him by someone who would be a prince with his village daughter.

"If Lily hears about it, it's a story that's going to indulge me at once.

But even like Dinfare, she seems to admire a strong, good-looking woman now. "

As a "rabbit sage," I also consider the growth of my niece, who I keep at hand as my caretaker and secretary, and as a person who is also quite responsible for education, some things are a little complicated.

There's a blunt spot about love that I don't really care about because it's kind of like Sunflower's blood muscle in a way.

But if I tied it to longing, I hold it more as an uncle than as a sage in fear - which seems to be tied to love, at an unexpected rate.

"It was kind of like a story about a girl's love that I read in a book before to a wise man.

If that lady's knight was a man, she would have fallen for something called "love" at the top.

Oh, I'm the best sage!

With the new soldier Ars under his own command, a time when he doesn't even want to listen to his actions for a month in relation to military discipline, but he has to listen.

It was just a coincidence I heard back then, a secretary and niece report.

As a "rabbit sage," the incident also prompts you to welcome an escort.

Originally, there was a circumstance regarding a boy named Ars Trad who had eyes on him.

Rabbit Sage - I was looking for a calculator to naturally draw me to this side when I was assigned to the surface.

I had a beautiful best friend who was a junior and had the authority to assign a new soldier, but I wanted to think about later and draw a boy with empty eyes into my own escort only in the form of a consensus of interest.

Dinfare's rescue of Lily's predicament, which occurred out of plan and anticipation, leads to welcoming him more naturally.

Until then, it was also a stream where I wanted to raise my hands and rejoice if my beautiful junior didn't find out.

It should be, but the girl who becomes the secretary after the fact briefly interviews the rabbit sage about the incident that was supposed to draw her in.

As a guardian, of course, I also intended to make sure that Lily's mind was taken care of, and set aside time to speak slowly once in the course of the day.

But the strong eyed girl, who looked just like her mother and the woman who would be her own wife, smiled and replied, "It's okay, Sage!" and at that time I swallowed her.

It is also an admonition to myself that "pelicans" and later expressions should not have thought "believed".

And as a newbie soldier, he welcomed Ars and the rabbit sage a little more intensely than he liked them - he planted them to crack down on Lily, who thinks the sage hates the military, and he will know the truth.

The wise man himself knew that Lily had been implicated in welcoming an unprecedented escort knight to the magical mansion.

It's the first time I've ever known that I don't let out the depression of letting in the escort knight because of what I just said, but I really keep holding it as much as I want to put it in my mouth abusively.

'Really, I couldn't believe how stupid and dumb you said that to an adult cunt!

The truth was that she was only strong, and the girl's heart was shocked by the conversation she had been obliged to hear, so she could gradually learn.

And most importantly, the "Netuark" is truly amazed by the momentum of losing his temper.

Being the wife of the first time I met her, it was really just like Maple pretending to be a boy for a reason at the time, so I was about to fall out of the chair in the study sitting there accidentally, without joking about being a rabbit at that time.

- Why do you do something that afflicts children to the habit of adulthood?!.

- How do you bully a weak child, knowing you can't resist?!.

"Is this what blood does?"

For a wise man whose blood family is not in this world, it seems like a very loving connection that only seems to be the cause of heartbreaking.

He sighed unexpectedly as he sat back on a chair that was about to slip off with the rabbit's body, hiking his reverse triangular nose.

At the time of the encounter, together with Grandor, who was acting together, puberty looked at the world obliquely, especially not trusting the "adult" thing at all.

A woman who slapped me back in the guts of two such twisted boys and a niece from Netuark who ran away from this world to look like a rabbit sage.

Her niece, who was ready to protect her, honestly couldn't help but feel sorry that she had gotten in the way of "the wise man who wanted a quiet life".

Thoughts that left us alone in a slightly unadulterated manner as we narrowed the distance between Ars and Lily had been a success enough, but as parents, it would be an event that would make us think of ourselves well into our own absence.

Even then, talking to Arsen, a junior, reminded me of the story of "Maple Iberis killed by Netuark Saxfawn" and probably throwing it back up if he was a "Netuark" body.

Thanks to the rabbit's body and the interaction over the magic mirror, he managed to mislead the awkwardness.

And in Robrow, after I stopped being able to keep my rabbit sage figure, I heard something more about my niece's true intentions via the correspondence that I had kept.

"Ars, what time am I going to be at your service, wise man?.

How old are you to stop being treated like a child because you love me and you care about me?

- If I could, I would like to treat my adorable niece like an uncle at all times, I was listening.

But I can't help wishing my niece happiness even though I don't see the opportunity in my future.

(First of all, I can't even expose the identity of Netuark, but it's only an extra thought)

While he was mocking himself, the rabbit sage escort knight boy had a very desirable response for his niece.

Even events such as being hit by severe headaches along the way help to get past the worries and reduce the distance between new soldiers and witch girls.

He took the girl's mourning gently, but persuaded Lily to pull out the words well so she could convince herself from the beginning.

Let gentle light-like words shove into the heart of a girl who still cares but doesn't open her heart besides rabbit sage, who doesn't like to affirm herself inside.

"I've never felt like a family before, but I think it's probably the first time I've had a family because of Lily."

"Kindness, stubbornness, weakness, feelings you'd better hide because you're family, pull the whole thing around and Lily feels like she showed me."

And the "brother" with the empty eyes speaks out to the girl frightened by the promise to be more courageous.

'It's okay, I'm sure it's an easy promise to keep.

If I could keep that promise, Lily and I - and Lord Rabbit Sage's promise would make me happy.

So, Lily.

You don't have to be scared of making promises. "

When I asked, "What do you care about the hardest promise, my escort knight?" I put it in the words, but I thought, "I want to be."

I am not ready to make promises to my loved ones after more than 30 years.

"I was thinking about the whip, but it's been a long time since I've talked about it.

However, either way, Lily and it's time to teach the subject of history, and I have to talk about the Four Heroes of Peace with no response in modern history.

Well, I don't mind admiring Master Trenia. "

It's just that "Trenia Bubaldia" is eventually so cute that being a daughter-in-law can shove her niece into her blind eye, the trouble as an uncle.

It doesn't matter what age you are susceptible to the trust or favor you feel via the rabbit sage.

"Though longing is a transient thing of the period, I really hope that Lily will still be your daughter-in-law."

In a tone that strikes me, I go on to the next sign, Kaga, with my heart in my mouth.

Unlike previous forms of overlapping hands, for the first time the palms leave.

Put your right index finger and thumbtip on the shape commonly known as Pass (OK).

Put your left hand underneath it as if it were a receptacle, accompanied by thin lips open and worded.

"Noumak Samanda Bodanan Gaganau Samma Samma Sowaka -"

At the end of the chant, he confirmed that the autumn cherry blossoms would descend, albeit under the distortion of the flow of time from the heights of Robrow on the street.

Using that order as food, the flame in the shape of a mouth burns further.

At the same time on the octagonal earth sprouted young leaves one after the other, and their enclosed streams of purified gorges sandwiched.

"I was the one who tried to clean it up at once, but the parallel parallels still polish my nerves -"

If you look up at the street with that in mind, you will see a scene in Netuark that you are familiar with the moment something known as a "magic picture book page" is captured in a flame in the shape of your mouth.

White and black whirlwinds climbed the streets.

Between them, Apricot jumped from the street into his hand with a dagger, and he entered his sight as he was kicking a partition pile.

Earlier, just as Netsuerk descended with the butler in the boy's figure, he lands on a steep slope leading to the street and the gorge, raising the smoke and sliding down.

"Lord Apricot, this way!"

――――

Though I thought it was something to reply to, those who would be lords of the land simply reacted by holding their dagger hands up and "hearing" them.

"Can't you do it?"

Netsuruk also knows that he has just mourned the existence of what can be called his "one-half" or companion.

Over the magic of the "blood covenant," it was also conveyed that he was diligently trying to indulge his emotions.

"What, ah?!

Although slightly between the riverside and the octagonal earth, apricots tumble in the flowing gorge as if from head to head, penetrating.

"That was on purpose."

Once you've unmarked it and put your hand inside your coat, you won't take care of it much yourself, but the witch girl will.

Handkerchief, I'm letting you in here, sage.

And I plugged my hand into the place where I was told.

"My" pattern. "Then it's not... I use it for times like this."

When I mouth it as if I were making excuses, I touch the textile feel I remember at my fingertips and pick it.

A handkerchief had been served where he was told that his little secretary had worked hard to iron him, as usual.

"Before I came to agricultural training, you were ready for a bunch of sheets."

So he took out the handkerchief and sank his head in the gorge still purified over his round glasses with his pale eyes, he saw the contractor.

Sorry, Lord Netsuerk. Just a little longer.

Telepathically telling that, the unique "sharing of everything" part of the blood contract magic conveyed a unique pain right after the eyes, throat and nose - crying.

"Oh, time is... not to worry, but for" after this, "you should let the swelling pull off.

It's often referred to as a serious (serial) occasion. However, I only have one handkerchief, so thank you. "

Understood

Although the unique pain is still transmitted through the face, I can tell that the "heart" is fine.

"I wonder if it would suit my sexuality to give her a better way to wipe her face, rather than wipe her tears"

I had a handkerchief in my hand and laughed like I was in just a little trouble.

I also thought Lily might be quick to iron in order to do this, but since I was 10 years old, I was pushed so hard to "let me do it".

So where the rabbit sage is with us, if it's of the type to use the Spirit of Fire, and I give you permission to use it conditionally.

The girl, proud as "General Director of the Rabbit Sage's Mansion and Housekeeping," thanked the Spirit of Fire while politely ironing her work.

The only thing I can still wrinkle well is the wide area of the plane, and the fine collar, sides, etc. are done under the guidance of the rabbit sage.

That's how most of the things I wear now support me every day.

I wish I could have gone on with those days.

- It's okay, I'm sure it's an easy promise to keep.

(So it's your voice that reminds me of words that give me courage at a time like this)

"It's strange to say that it's meant to be an" easy "promise."

When I finished saying that, Apricot gradually woke up from falling.

It originally looked like it had fallen, but it was a form that was sticking only its face into the gorge.

If I woke myself up from it, I'm wet with water dripping my whole head off.

I shook it hard, left and right, jumped a water splash, and slapped myself in the face with both hands like a finish.

The dagger that is passing through his right wrist is also attached, holding the pattern as it jumps.

"... for now, I won't use it now, so you can leave it alone."

That said, I cleverly let it suck into the right cuff of my wrapped clothes.

Clothes dressed under ceremonial outfits - mud and dirt all over them, telling the story of previous battles with the same objects they wore when they toured Lily, Louis and Robrow to guide them.

But only my face, thanks to my penetration into the gorge, had fallen off what I could call a clean stain.

My forehead is also up wet in the water, showing my usual sarcastic objects and my small but beautiful forehead in a wrapped state.

It was not thin or wrinkled on its forehead, but it had white lines engraved on it.

From the way it looks, I can tell that's some kind of scar she probably suffered a long time ago.

(But Lord Apricot and maybe that tyrant won't care about that, so it's okay.)

It's just a little delicate, so I think about it with a wall in my heart.

Because it is a time of peace, if you rewarded the king's capital as someone who might perhaps be queen in the future, I know that some people will look for its crude, obsessive and penetrating.

(As for the "face" wound, I think it's ok because it has the power and guts to overshadow it...

Noble society has to switch well, because it's tough. I can't even think about it. I'm going to make it difficult.)

"In the meantime, why don't you just wipe your face"

"Right, thanks...... didn't this stick in your coat for a long time?

Thank you for borrowing the handkerchief and ask while I wipe my face already.

"Ever since you came to Robrow and couldn't go back to being a rabbit. So it's been exactly two days.

And Lily's ironing me out. "

When I raised the edge of my mouth only slightly to the word Lily, my forehead came down and the wound hid.

"Two days. Well, that's acceptable."

"So, as soon as possible, I'd like you to replace" this way "..."

That's what I say. I stare at the 16, 17 and 18 numbers that remain on the octagonal earth.

Apricot also wipes his face and compares it to his grandfather Pean Vinegar's compiled Japanese book, which is placed side by side with the numbers.

"It is recognized that the eighteen way contract mark (Juhanoi) has been completed up to 15 vaginitis, but I wonder if that is okay.

Because time flows differently, could it be different?.

Oh, thanks for this. "

Even as he briefly folded back the spread handkerchief, his gaze stared at the Japanese book above the octagonal earth.

"That's right, it feels like we're on our way to 16.

It says I imagine bathing to clean it.

Though I plan on getting this gorge to clean the bath.

Me and Lord Apricot are here, so I don't know if you'll come here. "

I clutter my handkerchief in the pocket on the front of my coat, not in the inner chest place where Lily was getting me, and then I put my arms together and look up at the street.

The momentum of a whirlwind of two colors, white and black, also found the flame in the shape of a mouth to be even more powerful.

And around it, in the body of the earlier Shawna Ancient God, the autumn cherry blossoms that were sown when Netuak jumped up in the heights sprouted, and we are investing in shredding something even more obscene.

"I don't know if you're coming this way yet..."

In a slightly playful motion, he looks up at the street with his palms horizontally over his eyebrows and tinted eyes.

"I mean, if you weren't sure you were coming, you wouldn't be doing this in a place like this."

He looked up at the taller contractor than himself chillily as he put back on his leather gloves, which were his grandfather's shapes, and this time went on telepathically.

"The one who's transforming in the streets is after you, Ars, the rabbit sage's escort knight. Whether you're dealing with a blood contract or building a wall to hide information, I've found out somewhat in the flow so far.

So, Ars, if you were the angel of the stars, the vessel of existence that supposedly created this world before the goddess of the earth, how could you come to me "this way" after completing the obscenity?

In the midst of the distortion of space of time, Apricot erased the letter 16 written on the ground, paralleling telepathy with what clap made it cognizable and careful not to reach his voice at height.

Then, in order to take over "17 Lotus Huaza," as asked earlier, Apricot starts tying his mark as he stares at the Japanese book.

The shape just bent my fingers and swelled my palms, and that's what just looked like a bud of flowers.

If you glanced at it, the sage in colour just made the look of laughing lightly.

"It was also the vessel of the Prime Minister of Hell, the same mechanism as Mr. Locke.

Even if we had the right vessel, if we couldn't get down in it or not, we wouldn't be able to do anything.

The vessel also has something to do with propriety and the likes of the time, and I'm guessing that guy thinks the current time is the closest thing to the appearance of a star angel, the current Ars Trad.

If so, all you have to do is leave the vessel at a safe height and look for the contents later.

That way, the angel of the stars will show up in this world again - I believe.

And if you want to find the angel of the stars, if you can, you'll want to be familiar with the presence that you admitted to the Lord, but the primary purpose is to "reunite".

If we get to see each other again, I don't care unless it's something extra rude, like who I am.

That said, if you don't mind being the prime minister of hell, you don't really care what you look like. "

A woman with a similar gender, though a long response like a smoke roll, picks up exactly what she was interested in in in the words and asks questions once and for all in a non-verbal form.

I know where "Netuark is the angel of the stars" is when I say it that way.

So I can take it in the wind that it will come over this octagonal earth without going to the place of the vessel with the star angel to hear anything. "

No, no, no, no. I don't know.

After exorcising the flaming boar together a few days ago, he said something negative about Apricot's opinion, like it was used to start an argument - a reply came telepathically, so Apricot glanced up at Netourc a little chilly, with a slightly awakened look marking him as a bud.

Its coolness has the effect of actually cooling the surrounding air, which is characteristic of magical objects.

However, this time Netsurk felt more flawed in his way of communicating, and immediately sent a telepathic reply with a calm sound.

"It is true that the whereabouts of the fallen angel, the star angel, were treated like a proposition among the wise."

"It's a fact," Apricot will now raise a single eyebrow to the story of the past.

It was found that the type using this face required further details that were not vocal or telepathic.

(Even if we share information during the contract, there will be a bias in the information conveyed by just looking at this one-sided "memory," and I'm not convinced, so I guess I'm expressing it this way)

Netuark, I can tell by the feeling that Apricot's information has already been seen through each other since the signing of the contract.

However, it is a thing of the past that does not involve emotion, and it is just as described on a cluttered note sheet such as "I wish I could understand", so if the circumstances are not explained, some things do not make sense.

"As for Lord Apricot, I've been watching my information, and I know you've been viewing superficial material, but what do the angels of the stars know about the theory of fallen?

Telepathy is sent for confirmation because it feels like trying something, and a response is immediately received.

"I also read that some of the children were told not to read the historical books because the content was remarkable and cruel.

So I know all the theories, but I haven't grabbed what I think is "this."

But the most powerful theory, even if it's not true, I think it contains something close to the truth. "

If so told the discussion, Netsurk nods small and tells the most powerful story that he was first informed of when he became a wise man, and perhaps Apricot also knows.

"God the Father, with the power of the four great angels, captured the angels of the stars and made them, as his punishment," feather onions ", which are told to be the harshest for the existence of an angel.

Perhaps it should be called the petition of boulders that still did not make them disappear.

Perhaps simply, I would have spared a boulder to wipe out my favorite objects.

And he did not extinguish it, but withdrew his feathers, and retained his brilliance, and fell into the world of ice beneath the other world, and covered it so that the brilliance would not leak out.

In order to seal the motion so as not to cause a revolt again, it will be ice marinated after being locked.

The place is known only to God the Father......

So, while the story goes and flies, I hear that the traveler who became the ancestor of the wise man is searching for the place after he broke up with the goddess and the angel of the stars, who failed to manage the world well. "

If he took over and replied using the words he was summarizing as Lord Apricot's information, Apricot nodded immediately, but his gaze is still cold.

"So, as for Lord Netsuerk, since he became a wise man, he's been doing a lot of research, but he's barely been involved, right?

Well, you're right, but you don't seem convinced of anything, including my actions as a wise man, do you?

He was also deeply nodded by the bitter laughter of Netsuruk.

"Yeah, I can't tell you about people, but I don't care about information."

Really, it feels like "next time."

"Hey, now there's only one way to really do it."

Before I became a wise man, though there seemed to be some such thing as gatherings and meetings between wise men.

From the catastrophe of 18 years ago, it was difficult to get together because the means of communication that had been established until then, dedicated to the wise, were turned down. "

Apricot has to stop his cold eyes due to all the circumstances he can tell Park.

At the time of the natural disaster 18 years ago, the contracting partner had also lost his companion, as Apricot had lost more than his best friend today.

Even if I didn't put my hand directly on it, it would eventually lead to the person disappearing because I existed.

The awkwardness in my chest and my thoughts about my best friend with the childhood tame I traveled earlier were passed on to the sage of the situation I was sharing, but he didn't mind continuing.

"Well, I don't know if I can get in touch with you, but it's a gathering of indoor (indoor) factions that I originally wanted to study all the time.

If there's no longer an incentive or a call to get together, I've just been pulled into a cage here.

I'm also a rabbit sage and currently in a progressive state of drawback. "

To the flow of explanations that had continued so far, once the focus seemed dull, but did not manage to break the shape of the mark, Apricot still stared at the hazy person looking up the street.

"The 17th Lotus Hua -" Lotus "is also a hidden word for women, so I think Lord Apricot is better suited."

As if to deal with the earlier awkwardness, as usual, I would look up at the street and say such anecdotes to Apricot, who entrusted the role of eighteen road sign.

In the meantime, if we've talked about this for another 18 years, it's like we're digging each other's graves.

With the intention of cutting the story off, Apricot begins a conversation that can be put into words.

"It's originally Lotus Hua, and even though it makes sense to sanctify it with" Lotus "or" Lotus Hua "flowers, it seems to change the order there to" Autumn Cherry Blossom "to array (arrange), but it fits the circumstances on the other side?

The buds that were sprouting over the octagonal earth were subjected to distortions in the flow of time and continued to grow rapidly, as were the heights and streets.

In the early objects it stretches to the position of the small female lord's hips.

"It's going to grow, but it's going to grow."

Because Netsuruk sowed the seeds in abundance, Japanese-style books placed directly on the earth were also about to be pushed up due to the growth of autumn cherry blossoms.

Though I think I behave slightly badly, I try to avoid the root one by cleverly clawing my toes so that the Japanese book that I keep on the earth because I am using my hands to tie the "mark" does not lift.

"Oops, stay a lady if you can ~"

Until then, Netsuruk, who had his gaze on the streets, deliberately avoids the stretched autumn cherry blossoms and rests the Japanese book on the earth.

Apricot, who remains stamped on one side, has signed a blood contract. Almost conscientiously, each other's categories of thoughts should be lost, but there is something about the carelessness of the evil man's contracting partner.

But I also have a little bit of a kidding personality in this phase, so I try to think of it as a joke in the sense that I said so.

"So, although the questions overlap, I wonder if replacing Lotus with Autumn Cherry Blossom matched the characteristics of the place."

"Right, hey, to the extent that it fits the circumstances of this land, even if it fits.

Some forms of "originally" objects can twist and bend historical anecdotes at other discretionary conveniences.

Then burn and purify the filth with the flames of the Garuda, which feed on the flowers of order.

That said, I think I can only cook enough time to convince you here.

Then it is time for Lord Robrow "Duke of Apricot Vinegar," 17th Lotus Hua of the Eighteenth Way Contract, please "

"Okay." On Camara Sowaka ""

(Imagine the honorable visitor)

When Apricot began to chant the wording, the white and black whirlwinds of the streets were taken into the flames in the shape of his mouth and disappeared.

"Last Persuasion, Will You Ride Me"

Pushing up his glasses, which were not even lowered with his middle finger, the wise man said such a thing.