Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

In a whirlwind of white and black, the muddy filth that had been made to envelop itself is burned, dust and flying.

Every time the dust was shredded and flown by a whirlwind, a name engraved like it was buried in the depths of my memory came to mind, and it had been a long time since I had met him face to face.

And it reminds me of the journey I have made and walked, as well as the place where I stopped to "meet".

(Memories are ready. Is it time to get up)

Earlier, a flame in the shape of a mouth that was removed from the hand that contained his head and scraped off his dirt took in the flowers of order that were familiar to him (all of them) pouring down from the heights, and burned more and burned more "wrapped" dirt.

(For a short time, he was stripped to this point and exposed to his face for over 2,000 years, about before he met the angel of a boy he had ordained as my Lord)

So this is the first time in this world I've ever exposed myself to what I really am, and my name has been revealed.

If you saw signs of movement beside you and turned your gaze, you can see the dagger that was stabbing you in the road next to your lying head, definitely in your hand, kicking down the pile that separates the street from the gorge.

(I guess I saw the "name". Well done for keeping up the magic of holding me down, though with tears and tears)

Even in the flames and hot winds in the shape of her mouth, unobstructed by the burning heat, the tears she shed for the companionship of the Prime Minister of Hell were sucked into the earth without slipping or evaporating from her sight.

(The exotic goddess, the journey of the goddess she was with - no, maybe there's something about her granddaughter, but coming to see off the traveler who took Eliphas away from the cursing admonition could have been one of the purposes)

Already, the signs of the exotic goddess and the tone of the harp string (the sign) were interrupted with the signs.

A man with a red scarf around his neck who once confronted Eliphas when he freed the power he had been given as "the prime minister of hell" based on his sacrifice.

He recalls the time, childhood familiarity and best friend of someone whose exotic goddess, as Trenia Bubaldia, ended without ever releasing the power of that goddess.

(Whether you're a person or a goddess, if you tried to be an exotic goddess, you wouldn't change your mind about "friends"?)

White and black whirlwinds take in the flames of your mouth, which still wrap you around, to gain momentum, but the view above is open round.

It is cloudy to see from its round scenery, but the flowers of order that cover it are now pouring down.

(- That one)

In the midst of it, a "page of picture books" descends.

Each of the misguided Autumn Cherry Blossoms is blown by a whirlwind of white and black, taken in by a flame of purification in the shape of a mouth, still shredding their own filth.

In that, a page of the magic picture book, like a whirlwind of white and black, went through the cylinder, and it was in my sight that I was still descending upon myself lying down.

When I realized it, I woke up while sitting down and took what had just landed on my chest.

In the place where the gentle lady used to be painted, nothing could be called a painting anymore, and the description of the ancient self was recognized by the ancient language.

Look at that letter, exhale.

"- There are no more descendants of travellers or scholars who can understand the meaning of this language."

By welcoming the "illustration" of a goddess named Eliphas, the existence of herself also became "easy to understand and accept" in the old story in this country.

However, the fact that the goddess has disappeared from this world has also led to a lack of anecdotes that will connect us to this world.

My role is only as the Chancellor of Hell who keeps searching for the angels of the stars.

"Well, it's time for me to face something that I don't even want to face."

The most distinctive gray hair to reveal itself as an old man rises in a whirlwind.

♪ On Camara Sowaka ♪

Seeing himself in the form of a "god," the voice of reverence and invitation reached his ear with an elegant voice that did not seem to belong to the apricot he had fought for so far, and the Ga Ru Lu Yan also sewed between two whirlwinds, black and white.

"I wonder what kind of hospitality you're going to give me."

He grabbed a page of the picture book and stood up, while at the same time disappearing so that the whirlwind that was enveloping him was taken in by a flame shaped like his mouth.

It has been a long time since I stood up and saw myself, but my skin is wrapped around a blue coat that I remember feeling, with gold edges.

So he turned his gaze to the pattern that was woven into his fur clothes and moved the wrinkled carved eye area wide.

"I didn't realize until I saw it again this way, but is it the same tattoo as the clothes that the priesthood and witches of this country are wrapped around?

I wonder if there's any cause or effect. "

If you put your thoughts into your mouth and turned your gaze straight toward the octagonal earth built in a purified gorge, there are two of them, above what is not strange to compare to the state of a meadow.

One overlaps his palms as if they were a flower bud to pray, praying toward him.

- Go ahead, hey over here.

"Venerable" - Apricot does the exotic sorcery ritual of visiting himself long ago, treated with God, on the earth overflowing with the flower buds of that octagonal order.

And the other person, with both eyes and hair, had long fingers that could be seen from the street, pressing up his glasses.

"Even though I didn't back down, I didn't expect to raise it. I wonder if you're nervous about being the descendant of that infidel traveler."

If he narrowed his eyes and grabbed the edge of the blue coat and flipped it wide, the flames in the shape of his mouth, which stood around him, were all extinguished by the force of the wind that arose with its stirring.

In the dry air, we head towards the pile, which is the border between the streets and the gorge, as dust and dust burn and become dust.

"Only at this time in this place were the filthy beings burned.

Originally the owner of tremendous magic, it is brilliant to be an application of eastern magic.

I don't remember asking, but let's sincerely thank you for burning dirty mud.

If I did, I wouldn't think I'd be so polite. "

Dirty - I don't know if it's the "vessel" thing to show up in this world or if it's my true intent to hate the feeling of being heavily crushed down into business with people.

Maybe in the faith of the goddess of the earth in this world, I'm just stunned by the disgusting side of those who have been in my role as prime minister of hell and then keep staring.

"If that's what you think, there was Eliphas, so there was definitely something that was enjoyed."

I watched it quietly because some secretly inherited and spinned the will of the loving goddess, even if she was born into a man and ends up sacrificing him.

And those who took over were heartily pleased not to appear before themselves as "the prime minister of hell" at the end of their lives.

But that "joy" no longer exists in the future ahead.

"And I can't... I can't travel with someone as important as Eliphas."

Until I bring the angel of the stars back to this world - squealing so in my chest, looking up at the heights, a place very similar to the world I once ruled.

I could see the flowers of order dancing and descending from heaven, blooming with that place in their roots.

"Whatever it is, Eliphas travels joyfully, and if Lucifer's vessel, the boy, is safe, he never crosses it."

The angel of the stars who decided with the Lord - Lucifer, the all-merciful of this world, cared about this world and the young goddess, but also pitied that Eliphas was created.

I don't know if it was because of the rebellion of the angels of the stars, but if the time had come to accompany men to the end and the time had come in 1999, the calendar of men, it would have disappeared with the world, even though "God" would have been an indefinite being of time.

"At least I'm glad that Lucifer didn't have to disappear the most lamenting way."

But more, I wonder if there wasn't a different way to go about it.

I was concerned about the existence of people who were treated like they were stumped for their convenience.

But that merciful thought has also opened the distance between the "Father God" and the angel of the stars, deepening the gulf between them.

"Is it arrogant that an important being wants to create a new place to rest?"

So, at least to make that place, I wanted to be under the angel of the stars and entrust Lucifer with the world of my role as God.

"- But Master Lucifer is fallen, feathered, and his heart is gone."

He says so and jumps gently.

Just like Apricot, who left the scene earlier, if he kicked with his feet on the heavenly side of the pile, he plunged down like a wild bird aiming for prey with his tall body in the wind.

However, it was thought to descend straight onto the octagonal earth, still in the same way - this one from the "toenail tip" to the purified gorge with a large water splash up and landing.

At a distance that is often not open, there is a man with an arm in a green coat and a small man who, at the same time, gave him a water splash, and at the same time tied the mark that was in the shape of a bud to the last shape, which does not seem to have contained himself until earlier.

"Around the corner, this is where I arranged (arranged) exotic magic for my presence.

I was burned to bits, but should I use water to clean the finish? "

"Yeah, make sure you do.

Whatever it is, it is water, and it is an offering for a presence that is mournful and open-minded.

It is you who have revealed yourself in this world that will be the one stream of eighteen signs of contract.

lofty owner and lord - Baal Zeble "

Once in the Lords' Mansion, he bows his humbly colorful head, as he did when he delivered the men's room in the gesture of a servant, and Netsuerk greets him.

"I don't mean to be an uninvited guest, but don't you have the honor of" sir "or" lord "?

I asked, staring at the wise man in this country with round glasses, who could tell even with his fluffy, colored hair head still lowered.

Still at the river edge of the stream of water, Baalzebul misses the name he calls over 2,000 years, feeling the dusty filth flowing away.

Netuark, on the one hand, also remembered the first time he met a presence that combines majesty and knowledge, with his face up, standing by the water, wrapped in white hair and blue clothes that swayed in the wind.

(At that time, it didn't feel like an old "oung", but now it is becoming more powerful in a different way.

He still had a little "Deacon Mr. Locke" consciousness, so I guess he was trying to defend his most memorable place with his husband, Pean Vinegar, even if he fought me against him, "Secret Base")

- You don't ring your fingers?.

- I was very interested in your demon. Can I see it?

Even when we were facing each other without any information, we were on multiple alerts to our minds.

And that's the same this time around, and most importantly, the difference doesn't make any emotions about nostalgia for Netuark.

(Tall, if I rounded it up, I'd finally be confused with the Thirty Ways, and before history, I'd just confront the existence of God's treatment, but it's like a bad, funny story)

Apricot, who will be the "Thirty Ways", is uninterrupted in concentration, and awaits the ascent to the octagon where the presence, which was God in ancient times with the mark, becomes the "Lotus Hua", which he supported with Netsuark.

And in order to play the finger, which the confused Netuark did not play at that time, he opens his mouth again, plainly and lightly pressing his fingertips.

"That's because I know the anecdote that your lord is" not good at being tough "even at the end of the traveler.

I just tried to imitate you, but you still shouldn't pepper the phrase "because it's been told for a long time".

Will it be "Apparently, they don't like it now"?

From now on, let me call you Lord Baarzeble.

I, too, have a twister's consciousness, and it's not right for me to call out a friend or someone other than someone I'm very close to. "

I don't know what clap would get my voice on the wind, so as usual the "wise man" part lay low and Netuark was responding.

Just part of the smooth response, the sage's story, which obviously contained something, made Baalzebul take risks, creating vertical wrinkles between the brows and narrowing his eyes in a way that pushed his eyes up.

In doing so, the expression on the wrinkly face expresses something called "discomfort," but when it becomes a reasonable object, the relative colored person also brings up a smile in a form that can be received with disgust.

"Now, Non is not accustomed to using his nickname for" younger "men, so let me just call him by his name, Netsuark.

However, if you are a lady, you still have a partner.

After the vessel had something to do with this appearance, it seems to be tight to call me "granddaughter".

Is that all right with you, Granddaughter? "

Speaking in contemplation, Apricot smiled, staring at the same pattern as his grandfather, who touched his mouth like a habit. Apricot expressed his will to snort "I don't mind" silently and deeply.

"Well, if you're a" granddaughter, "you can be frightened by your name or appearance because even if this figure belongs to your beloved grandfather or if the body that serves as a vessel belongs to a gentle butler like your family, you don't hesitate to wave your fist."

Then let the hand that was suppressing his mouth slide as-is, and slowly stroke the position of the forehead that was slapped on the bottom of his palm earlier by Apricot.

Purely and not provocatively, Baalzebul praised the "protect what you want to protect" orthodoxy.

I don't need to be able to plant my values as a "lady," but the honored person who is learning fully understands that their actions are not "common".

The word "lady" was also presented earlier by Netuark, although it does not make any deep sense, so I taste the feeling of being gently scratched inside my chest.

(I wonder what I care about)

However, it is not values, common sense or culture that makes Apricot's most "roots" in terms of "femininity", but "travelers" who have traveled and come to this land, unlike what the wise men and the ancient kings call "travellers".

"- Yeah, she's the proud Lordship of Robrow.

It's the Vinegars who assume and study all kinds of things to help a country called Selisanceum in case it does. "

The voice of Netuark, who changed roles with Apricot, realizing what he cared about, reached his ear from side to side, in the form of interruptions.

The gaze of Baalsebul also moves to the voice of the lord of the land until then, not only to say it was just good, but also to show off the fingers he had put up earlier to play.

I can clearly tell you're doing it to activate some sort of "trick."

Starting from the encounter from the former Lordship's residence, by the time he came to this place, he had the same sentiments that had been conspired by the "travellers" over the past, headed by a colorful figure.

Baalseble again gave an uncomfortable look, narrowing his eyes and now clearly staring at Netsuark.

Suddenly confronted each other, and within the two tall people who were hitting each other's gaze, if the colored person on the side suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the provocative attitude, he turned to telepathy to respond immediately to it.

"I may be wrong to pinch my mouth about a lady with a different gender.

As a friend of mine for a few days, it's not easy to say, but let me just say that I don't care if I make it into an apricot vinegar.

If Lord Apricot could have done it when he needed to behave as many ladies as he knew and could, His Majesty the Dagger Sunflower, that tyrant couldn't have complained from the day-to-day bystanders. "

"Why is His Majesty the King out there?!

Though upset, Apricot stared sideways without interrupting her focus on fulfilling the role entrusted to her.

Netuark, who is in a good mood for "mischievousness" and pouring a sharp gaze from both his enemies and allies, continues to telepathize even more satisfactorily with his mouth up.

"Besides, a" person "who is more judgmental, summary, and actionable than a" woman "who is personally sure to behave politely or behave in an ad hoc manner at times of need is needed by that man for the rest of his life and sufficiently helpful.

Most importantly, I love the "strong man", so he is the king who goes over the prince, which is the longing of the woman, but on the contrary, the general lady is "powerless", and if she has been married, she can see that she will be unhappy with each other, and this one of us who is watching becomes anxious.

Conversely, it must be possible for a driven Apricot Vinegar to reach a normal home.

I just don't have much more time to help you with the effort you've been cultivating on your own than to be your companion beside that tyrant.

Perhaps we can only use underactive force in every situation. "

As a position where both the king and those who had worked hard as lords of this land were friends, Netuark played his right finger red with not enough time for the wounds to block, which the ancient gods still watch.

The center is where you played it, and the sound wave circle widens.

For the three good magicians, whenever the ring touches the flower buds of order from the fingertips of Netuark, they see it flowering away.

"Lord Robrow, Lord Apricot Vinegar.

Eighteenth Way Contract Sign, please make sure it's the 18th and final universal feeding fudge. "

"- Yes."

In the voice of a calm friend, he calmed down his feelings until then, and erased the last number at his feet.

As the autumn cherry blossoms blossom one after the other, by riding in the wind, I will stare at the Japanese book with certainty once and set the mark of universal sustenance.

―――

There are no words here, but I pray to the honourable one who welcomes me that I have been able to follow you to welcome me.

"Long ago, as a pūjanā (poojanā) to those who were gods in a place very similar to this one called Robrow, I offer the flowers of order, blooming in the purified Lotus"

Baalzebul stares at being bowed again with a gaze but sharp eyes.

In the waves of sound, the spirits of the wind gathered earlier by Netsuruk secretly attracted by Apricot's obsession about love shake even more the autumn cherry blossoms.

"- Later, if this is the high ground, I'm very satisfied, but I'm not dissatisfied with this hospitality either"

As spirits play with flowers familiar to them in thin red and glowing leaves and stems, they draw danger from their eyes, and raise their legs, which were in the gorge, slowly, over the octagonal earth.

"Even if there's a new plot, we'll enjoy it."

In response, Netuark's face, with his colored head raised, has received an unfaithful grin.

"I will do my best to meet your expectations - and before that, Lord Apricot"

"What?

I am only slightly confused that I should use telepathy but not use it.

"Take off your left hand, your gloves."

I played earlier and made an arrow with my right hand with an open wound thumb, still pointing to the left hand of the apricot in the form of the last mark tied using both hands.

Then, if I turned only slightly against myself and pointed my gaze at confirming my presence, slightly taller than myself, back to the exotic God, he rocked his abundant gray hair into the wind and nodded silently at me.

"Thank you"

"You should take it off."

Shortly after Netsurk briefly expressed his gratitude, Apricot, recovered from confusion, continued to say the words briefly, staring at his left hand, which was still filled with leather gloves that would be the shape of his grandfather, and immediately took them off.

Yeah, I was chewing myself off to use the "blood contract" magic trick.

Even if the contractor's Netsuark felt a nausea of heartbreak (trauma) to the past during the stripping ritual, Apricot did not feel enough pain from his left index finger to be aware of during the intense battle against "Belzebub".

Though sharing is also a hallmark of this sorcery, I still think about wonders that are actually hurting my body but not feeling pain, even more so as I take my gloves off.

(I can't believe I'm doing something with someone since I was really little before my memories were trapped in a ban.

That said, special sorcery was annoying for relatives to do besides research on the Vinegar family, so when they wanted to study it, they did it alone in hiding.

If I'd known you were going to touch the law, you would have used it to pull me off the lord's seat and drop me off.)

Anything that hurts the human body, affects the mind, requires blood, or involves some kind of sacrifice is sorted by the state as "secret" or "forbidden" in view of its stage of witchcraft and ethical beliefs by law.

The blood contract with Netuark is also classified there, but if you have served to share all the information with each other and greatly expand the range of skills, stages, and magical possibilities, you are very competent.

However, even if it damages the body, shares the mind, and uses blood, including ethical aspects, prior reporting and permission applications are required.

Above all, the greatest difficulty of this sorcery cannot be made by itself.

Moreover, even if the two people who do it were gifted with witchcraft, most importantly, if incompatible, they would retain a great deal of magic drain, but there is also a record that the parties who went there to use it in that failed recoil would still have some kind of obstacle.

Few have actually done so, and few have traced the history of the country's witchcraft or have an extremely high record of success.

However, even if the information (data) of magic "when it works" fails, it is recognised as something worthwhile that you want to challenge if you consider the achievements of the successful time.

So they don't put it on the table, they don't put it in words.

"If you have even achieved results, ask no questions about the information brought about by the success of dangerous sorcery and what you have done without applying for prior permission."

It is also a famous story among those involved in sorcery within a country called Selisanceum that there is an implicit stream of

And this blood contract between Netsuerk and Apricot is classified as "a great success" even in the eyes of third parties.

- If there were two close beings with that man, would this be the case?

Alsen Padrick, the country's hero and particularly good at witchcraft, gets enough recognition from the public for spreading a cold sweat on his back and leaking that feeling to the two people who signed on to practice dredging as "role models".

Therefore, those who performed the magic of the blood covenant found out about it, and did not wait for the quickest interview with the king to obtain permission, because they were still "similiar" to each other.

I took my gloves off again. Staring at my still unblocked wound.

So much so that I was obsessed with protecting this robow.

I thought it was a place where I shouldn't have any busy memories, but I laugh bitterly at the fact that I'm so obsessed with forgetting my pain.

If you don't, you'll regret not protecting me.

- Be sure to pick up Apricot.

And if you didn't keep this place, because even if you didn't keep your promises, I'm sure you'd have trouble with the loved ones who made you promises.

I forgot, but as I rightly recall if I saw the wound, the pain ran like a bitten index finger hurting from the inside out.

That was just a little bit more like a small groan about a budding friendship with someone I've met in the last few days but who feels remarkably similar to me than the person I've been thinking about since I was a young child.

"Blood contract, let's cancel."

So I can feel Apricot's remark about disarming him in the words of "tyrant" and complaining, but also that Netsurk cares a lot about him.

While Apricot was tied to this territory, the "traveler's brother", who was able to see by sharing Netuark's memories, was constantly facing me - without running away from what I should face as someone who would unite my country.

I felt like I could soothe and unwind the stiff feeling that gratitude alone could not reveal, that I was not alone.

It's too much to buy.

Unexpectedly Apricot blinks violently at the words of a wise man who is most unhappy with Apricot's gratitude, but the rest is given away by Netuark.

'Cause from "marriage" to Dinfare, they're using it to get away with it, that tyrant.

Besides, even this is the first time I've ever known you to perform a blood contract with Lord Apricot.

For once, I knew a friend of mine who thought he was one of my uncles when it came to Lily, but this is how he hid it. "

While enjoying their last conversation as blood contractors, Apricot also begins to turn his consciousness to those who "disarm" him, laughing in his heart at the feeling that Netsurk is just a little upset by his failure to spot the secret.

Two people who "entertain" themselves like that tried to change the way things have been, but Baarzeble also opened his mouth.

"... Netuark Saxfawn and Apricot Vinegar.

Apparently, you want to let go of the technique of widening the range of magic you can use as someone with a corner tie and confront me? "

It was felt and taken to measure some form of communication of will, whether it be the stripping ritual that had been carried out so far, or the distance between the two in front of them regardless of the direction or the distortion of the flow of time.

Even in watching a person's long history from within a picture book, with special sorcery, instead of flying one's will in chunks like telepathy, because they are elongated and connected, sometimes they even share the pain that has occurred suddenly.

(Well, when I got back to the "Chancellor of Hell," my granddaughters were smarter enough to perceive the danger, tie it to the connection, and tell each other about the shock)

As much as that, "driving" is mutually beneficial, so I could understand that if I was bad, I would share it to the point where my life would be in danger, and I would have tied the magic of connecting the blades.

Because we accept even danger, we "offer" each other the talents and experiences that we have, saving us the time we would have to learn and understand.

Baalzebul asks as he slowly rocks his blue clothes, rocks his autumn cherry leaf fields, and packs his distance from people, and this one seems to have a little fun too.

"I myself, like the people of the territory here when they call me the old lord's mansion, have just reclaimed my memory, but I'm going to have enough power to deal with two people who capture special sorcery.

That's why I'm confident I'll show you more martial arts dancing than I did when I made out with my granddaughter on that street. "

That said, if he waved his dominant right hand, he took out the scepter that Deacon's Lock loved in this world like a trick, and immediately transformed its shape into the form of a dagger that Pean Vinegar loved.

A few autumn cherry blossoms scattered along with the "cut" motion, and the sage gazed narrowly at her eyes as she flowed into the gorge.

"That's why.

If we refuse this connection, I and Lord Apricot will not be dragged into the battle between Lord Baalzebul and part of the persuasion, even in the unlikely event that something happens to each other.

As the "Chancellor of Hell" earlier, I was bewildered because of the unexpected putting this down on everything, during which, as you know, Lord Apricot allowed me to drive and cut me off.

As you can already guess, this art of blood covenant can also elevate each other, but even the pain will be shared.

And to be honest with you, Lord Baarzeble, we can't afford to care for each other. "

If that's what Netuark said and played a long finger, he plays the finger he used for the contract technique to mimic Apricot as well.

Each from the thumb and index finger, blood spilled out like ink letters, as it did then when the contract was signed.

However, this time, the wind does not rough and the blood of each other does not intertwine as before.

Baalzebul stares silently and intriguingly at the look of it, leaning with a dagger in his hand, and exotic magic formations floating above the octagonal earth at the root of the autumn cherry blossom.

"I miss you - Yin Yang"

The foundation of a form of witchcraft in which one is added to the four great spirits originating in the eastern kingdom, which was also in the time when I was God.

If I said one thing or the other, I became familiar with it as the "Chancellor of Hell," a magic that uses light and darkness as a basis to oppose the pole, but comes from it and spreads.

The main line creates large upward and downward waves in the demonic cube, and the exotic ornaments called gradient balls draw circles in such a way that they fill each other's irregularities.

Then a line floating on the earth stretches toward heaven, just as Netourc is black, Apricot is in the shape of a white part, and a drop of each other's blood engraves some kind of wording at its border.

"Bye -"

"Then it's time for Dagger Sunflower to" hang up "on the lady she thinks so much about, even though she needs to, because she's been communicating her will so badly."

After communicating with the telepathy dedicated to the last teasing contractor, the drops of blood that were carving and floating the wording fade, albeit red, and flow in such a way that they blend naturally.

Baalzebul looked still intrigued in the red, now staring at the vanishing Yin and Yang demon squares.

"It seems that the person who became your vessel, his lord, the one you are now doing, was letting his heart pass without such" magic ".

It's just that when I left because I thought too much, I was left behind in the course of time. "

If he pointed his gaze of honor and pity over his round glasses, Baarzeble opens his mouth as he raises the angle of his mouth, hidden in a white moustache, and stares at the dagger.

"If that's all you're saying, there are parts of people that are beyond what we call God and angels."

I thought I had to tell you because I felt from the bottom of my heart that it was "amazing" in a world full of magic, without using its power.

"I must apologize for what I described as inexplicable and incredible with your beautiful mother at the former Lordship's residence."

♪ I can't accept it for myself ♪

♪ 'Cause it's something I can't do ♪

I was jealous that I could think of someone beyond "definition" who admired me for being so dear with words that would crush the possibilities from then on.

"Can't a man do it and an ancient god do it?"

With the angel of the stars - Lucifer wept and fell in love with herself "I am the understander".

"Come on, then, be what you are," hospitality ".

With your persuasion, I am ready to reach Lucifer's vessel. "