Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"To convince you, Netsuerk is ready to welcome you with 18 degrees.

And the last persuasion begins when Lord Apricot ends his purification with the flowers of order, and what was Eliphas returns to Lord Belzebub. "

After a beautiful mentor stood up supported by a big man with wings stretched out on his brown back and said those words to calm him down by a former teacher who was just a little mucky.

Beautiful green eyes, with Grandor unloading an archangel named Uriel, who would be the head of the earth spirits, on the wind curled with the six feathers he was embodying, the pruned autumn cherry blossoms of the eastern country and the direction in which his "best friend" flew back to page 1 of the magic picture book - towards the street.

"One page of the picture book that was Mr. Eliphas turned to Mr. Belzebub is your last persuasion"

In order to convince him, Ars' mind was a little distracted but at the same time reassured by the serene sound and meaning of "persuasion", in preparation for making it seem too much if he had made it normal: 18 degrees of support.

Als' feelings about the beautiful side of his mentor facing the street and his calm demeanor, who explained to himself, are even more calming.

As such, I also notice that the golden frog, the sage rabbit's demon, has remained silent on my shoulder for quite some time.

(Suddenly, what happened?

I wonder if Alsen cares about this one for 18 points to persuade him.)

I spoke in a double voice earlier, and then I exchanged words with Arsen, Grandor, and Stu, and it's been a long time.

The user demon frog herself was in a good mood rattling down her throat over the shoulder of the boy who would become his Lord's escort knight.

But before Arsen could forgive himself, he even spoke so long of "inciting and trying to imitate", but suddenly he became a little worried about his silence.

- If it's engraved as disappearing into the calendar, it doesn't matter what time it is after, unless it's not too politically convenient.

- If you're left behind, even if you haven't sorted out your feelings for those who are gone, things are next as over.

Once again, we face what has been conveyed to us by a person who is considered a talented person in the country, who has little social experience, who uses demons through his arse as a new soldier, and who has no lid to say so in a double voice.

(I guess my thoughts are that to live as a soldier, you can't help but look "raw" rather than "gentle" if you do the job of keeping the country important, like Mr. Netsurk)

Even before, in situations that can be called rubbing, Ars came after an act that was generally regarded as gentle, but he himself thought, "Is this a good idea?"

Just think back that way, all Ars Trad chooses now is to try not to hurt anyone as much as possible, but it's going to be a tough way to solve it.

Even if I was not mistaken and the other person showed unreasonable words and attitudes, I had admonition that I would not bow down with force again about myself.

(If you don't, you will repeat the same mistake again)

That's also why I flew out of church, once an orphanage, in the first place.

The other person is really unreasonable, and because he thought it was good, he makes a case with the skill of a sword that has been showing one scale since that time.

Ars had escaped, doing something that he could not apologize to a priest who hated contention, who was the father of everyone in the orphanage, saying that it was a pain in the ass to be angry.

And Arsen picked me up, and spent two years there, inviting me to join the army and try to face the fact that I would "fight" myself, but I couldn't give a convincing answer, but I could get used to wonders about the "role" and "role" of a soldier.

The power of a national soldier should only act "rightly" in accordance with national law.

What struck me as trained and surprised by that was that the battle, which envisioned a non-enemy opponent, was also incorporated into the curriculum.

If riots had been left between the people of the country, they were only a deterrent, and although they inflicted less pain on their opponents, the physical technique of suppressing them from leaving no sequelae was incorporated as much as the one on which the battle was based.

It was also a drop of gratitude for a boy who did not like strife, but did not accept being unreasonable, and who had the power to fight.

Though I don't think it's possible for the time being, if Celisanceum is caught up in the scourge of war again, I'm not going to obey the orders of my superiors as one soldier in this country.

(So, if a disturbance occurs, the person who stands "above" must look ahead and minimize the damage when things happen, so we can't just look at the status quo and let the emotions flow.

In that respect, I knew "I" would have no place on top.

As good as serving as a soldier under someone who can think well, like Master Arsen and Lord Rabbit Sage, I'm sure)

That's what I want as "newcomer soldier Ars Trad."

If that's how I thought about it, I felt comfortable accepting the words of this conductor, even though I thought they were harsh, with a sharp eye over the face of a colored, now-held, unconscious, habit-haired boy who likened them to "evil people".

"… Ars, that face is disrespectful to nature towards this conductor."

Arsen, supported by Grandor, stood up for two years of dating, reading the emotional microscopy of a boy who thinks like his brother, smiling like trouble, but doesn't miss where he made up his mind.

Ars, on the other hand, with the word conductor, immediately came up with "Netuark," but with a purely "what's rude?" look, he tilted his neck but immediately lowered his head haphazardly, holding Louis back.

"... Oh, su, I'm sorry, of the country, I can't believe I'm an evil person to those involved in His Majesty's immediate orders!

"- Ew!, Ars, I couldn't even speak to Arsen, but I don't mind bothering to put it into words."

That's what Grandor said behind Arsene, suppressed his sturdy mouth with his big right hand, and leaned down.

But the six feathers that trembled on his shoulders but were stretched out on his back trembled fine, and I don't know what emotion Grandor was put on, but the spirits of the flirtatious wind were stirred up and the young leaves of the autumn cherry blossoms that had just been pruned and sprouted sway.

The spirits took him that way, and the sickles, a little further away, all three large, small and medium, asked him how he was on both shoulders and on his head, and below him, even though Schutt's face was not too much, he was raising the edge of his mouth.

"Ars, you, I knew it was funny.

Without being an enemy to you, you're lucky to have been friends, and it was thanks to Master Eliphas, who showed up in this world, that Master Apricot is fighting in the streets now, an old god, isn't it?

So, as the old god was convinced, Apricot, who regained consciousness with Mr. Netsuerk, is working on it. "

"Stu."

If you called your name, only give it a firm face, not a smile but a nod.

I have not yet regained it enough to profit his unique ironic mouth, but Ars was feeling that his sweet best friend could feel as determined as he was as he stared at the flowering seedlings of a new sprouting order.

"If I can, I want the end to be satisfied for all."

But I understand that Eliphas has already said goodbye to this world, which is impossible for me and my brother Ato.

"So at least I want to spare no effort to make what's about to happen a form I can accept."

(oh, but maybe that just lays my hopes on sht)

Become friends with a guy named Stu, talk to him about his brief birth and the content that is so profound to a woman's taste, I intend to be close, but it is within my sober self that "that's all the information I know".

Although I do have a desire to help him as his best friend and to support him in times of need, I feel different again to describe him as "I understand".

"Gekokoko"

"Wow, what's going on?

Until then, he was in a good mood and throat, but Netsuruk stopped talking in a double voice and closed his mouth. The demon frog was squealing on Ars' shoulder.

"Something looked good, but I was suddenly depressed, so aren't you encouraging me?

"Queue"

"Gekokoko!"

Now Ars was blinking his empty eyes violently, as three windy spirits who looked like weasels sitting perfectly on his body and a user demon who looked like a frog on his shoulder echoed his thoughts, apparently with a bitter laugh.

"Oh, was that so on your face?

My mentor just spotted my expression earlier, so my best friend was clearly nodding as I stroked my face with the hands of those who didn't accidentally hold Louis.

"What does Ars care too much about his expression?"

"Well, Ars did think of a pretty awful analogy to the swell of Lily's anger toward Louis in the dining room when he first had it with Washi."

From blinking into a "chase" from an unexpected direction here, I change my eyes to a shape that opens wide, and Ars unwittingly raises his voice.

"No, not even Master Grandor."

Aside from the fact that he is righteous, has a liver and cannot use magic, it was interesting for Grandor to panic about a boy who had received reports from a "subordinate" asking him to pull it out because he was extremely competent.

(I'm in a hurry, but I have a better look than the unnecessary depression earlier.

Besides, if it's not like this, it's a blur to show your weakness)

Grandor felt it was also childish to show his best friend's godchild, who would have a slightly pitiful look, that his appearance would not change so much, but would not change if he stretched his wings on his back, that he would now be awed when he showed his sturdy teeth and laughed.

(If Washi or Netuark did it around the time of 17, it would be a good thing that we didn't have to do more than we had to)

Next, the disciple of existence, who thought like his sister, has also regained the position of being able to give "mild irony" to the boy who became his best friend.

(In the meantime, there will be no more fighting in this "high ground" place, so if I retain Uriel's power until the "persuasion" is over, the kids will figure it out.

Besides, it looks like Ars has a "vessel brother" on his shoulder who is back in the state of the demon.)

As a Grandor personally, this is an unshakeable reality, and I have not learned about ancient circumstances.

However, in this descent of Uriel, after a friend lost his partner and sister-in-law, he suddenly began serving as an emissary. He was quite able to master the identity of the user demon.

And even if my best friend's godson only assumes the role of "Star Angel Vessel" in this world, the golden frog is fully determined to embrace and defend Ars Trad as his "brother".

Whatever you do, I can only do what I can to protect the country of Cerisanseum, which is comfortable today.

With that in mind, I feel the power of being held in the hands that are touching to support and intertwine Arsene, which is not yet in good shape.

"If I'm going to help you with that, I'll be happy to do something muddy, so from now on, don't worry about time when it comes to the destruction of the kidnapped Ajito, Grandor."

(Did you read the flow of ideas?)

"Well, thank you for your help earlier, but apparently Gabrielle's powers have been inspired a lot."

If he immediately realized that it was "Gabrielle-specific", Arsen admitted it.

"The angel of water himself, Gabriel, was purified, and Uriel appeared as a vessel with Grandor, and he was relieved that Eliphas, the goddess, had reached a satisfactory end.

Since then, I've had nothing to complain about, and now, quietly, as usual, he's lent me only his abilities and entrusted me with everything. "

If Grandor had been told to pour in an explanation, the conversation between Stu and Ars had resumed, convinced by those who had been sent that it would not be strange to do so under the influence of the magic that produced the "water chi" he had just gone to.

"So, I'm certainly depressed, but I'm not going to think about the kind of visible and dark look that Ars did until he got stuck in like Grandor.

I do feel lonely right now, but I'm not going to be trapped by it right now, so don't worry. "

"Okay, Stu."

I confirm that a paragraph has been made in the story, and Grandor calls to Ars, who is holding my disciple.

"Ars, do you mind if I ask you to do something for me? I need you to move a little farther, can you ask for it?

"Oh, yes, if you can do it yourself. Oh, but, Louis, what will you do, Master Grandor?"

I am losing my mind, but my skin's blood color is not often seen to be unwell, and I ask about the treatment of a boy who holds it in the feeling that he is really asleep, that he will eventually be adopted by Grandor.

"Louis doesn't want to be asleep, just let him sleep on the ground."

Ars also responded with a largely predictable Grandor, and immediately the new soldier followed in a agile move.

To avoid just placing a strain on Louis' body, he reached out to his shoulder after laying on the earth at height, gently wrapped the "rabbit sage" user demon and placed it on Louis' sleeping chest.

"From now on, I'm gonna move, so I'm gonna shake over my shoulder, so if it's okay, Louis, will you protect me from you, - Frog, you"

I didn't know how to call the wise use demon again, but for now I gave it a common name and "you" to it.

"Geko"

The two men who are unloading the power of the archangel harden their expressions in an instant to the action that Ars casually took.

However, if it was the first time I had heard "the same voice wish as Ars" that I could understand because I was unloading the power of an archangel, I would have instantly loosened the tension.

If you were my brother, you wouldn't follow me, and you'd call me Mikael.

But I was sad even though I thought I loved the fact that the boy called me in the role of a vessel, "monarching" in a way that was just one letter short.

But no matter how much time passes, my brother's angel can't forget.

Naturally, the use of the rabbit sage The meaning of the demon's ringing is incomprehensible to a boy who is not good at magic, even if he had power as a "star angel vessel".

Interpreting the short ringing as meaning "acknowledgment," Ars laughed at the user demon, stood up and turned to Grandor, opening his mouth.

"So what should I do, Master Grandor?"

Ars asks as he stands up, thinking it's probably about using a simple body.

Probably the one with the most strength left in this is myself, and I've come this far so that I can be flushed into this dredging ritual and into a series of things that happened afterwards.

The newbie soldier, after being able to say that he had no choice but to follow the people above him who would give him instructions in the great stream himself, is still complacent that he is not helping.

So even now, if it wasn't for the unscrupulous gesture of "use my magic," I would have liked to be as helpful as possible.

And after all, the thought seems to be on my face, my mentor and his best friend are all together and I get a bitter laugh, and accidentally, from Alsen, I blush by suppressing the mouth wearing gloves that I am filling as a commemoration of my inauguration.

"If you're uptight, I may not be sorry, but I need you to retrieve Louis' song knife.

When I released that mud snake's tail with Stu's gun, it would have jumped up and flown off quite a distance after Netourk had used it to contain it. "

"Yes, I remember"

However, Grandor said it was "no big deal," but if I tried Ars, I felt like I knew how Louis was taking care of what he had received from "Osama the Grandor".

- This is my protection, a treasure.

Louis was happy to talk to me about the song knife he wanted me to look for, showing the characteristic octagonal teeth in his mouth that are now closed to the extension of his first encounter with Grandor just earlier.

"I think it's a proper gift, because it's been treated like a" treasure "by Louis. So, it still flew a long way."

With that said, Grandor, if he turned his gaze in the direction of the flight he remembered, Ars also looked at it to imitate, and he mastered the general point of fall.

"From now on, I'm going to try to get Ars to go look for him, but if he can't find him, don't worry about him.

As time permits, if you can find it, you can't lose it here, but once again, I'll find a new one. "

Giving a new weapon - Ars shook his golden hair and looked back as he continued to talk about it in the direction of going looking for the song knife.

"No, you can't! Master Grandor, you know that song knife is your treasure, Louis."

Ars continued, forgetting his position and blocking his words unexpectedly about what Grandor had said, even though the eyes of the big brown man would sharpen.

"Besides, maybe Louis was the first to get that song knife from Master Grandor, wasn't he?

"... oh yeah. The first blunt thing I had was lost in the noise when I picked it up, because I was a wild child anxious not to have any weapons."

To Ars, who is not in the slightest pull, the big brown man told me honestly, even though he breathed out a small amount of sigh that he wouldn't notice if he wasn't by his side.

"Then it's even better. There may be a time limit, but I'll do whatever I can to find you, so just wait."

That's what I said. In the form of turning his back on Grandor and Arsen, Ars was running out.

On the way, as he passes next to Shut with a sickle on him, he smiles slightly with his stern, empty eyes and goes with his hands up.

"... there are times when Ars is awesome and good, but he doesn't seem to be accommodating."

Ars skilfully proceeded in the direction of the song knife being flown, this time with such a small voice that Stu could not hear him being put on the wind and said, he was whining.

Then, if you look at Grandor, who asked his best friend to collect the song knife, he also has an indescribable look on his face.

"From more than three steps, there seems to be no discipline in the military."

While Arsen had earlier heard his best friend's sigh about Ars, he watched his godson's back with beautiful green eyes, saying words that impressed him.

Lord Archangel of the Water in me doesn't say anything, but he seems to miss this situation for a long time.

Grandor, does the angel of the earth in you say how about that attitude of Arce's "straight line if you make up your mind" that looks a little stubborn?

Then don't even look back, ask your best friend who supports you behind your back, telepathically.

What do you want, Alsen?

However, the angels of the eagle are still in their midst. "

From his indescribable expression, Grandor changed to a visible object that was just a little frightened, and while he had the same attitude of dropping off new soldiers as Arsen, the content returned was pale.

Really?

To that flatness, healing the sentiment of "I think like my brother," Arsen once again responds to the actions and events of his godson so far.

I didn't mean to take care of a boy named Ars Trad personally.

I behaved like my brother, and when he was lost about the future, he felt like a servant. "

I go on to thank my "best friend who's listening" as I confront him.

Without just someone to listen to, it wouldn't even lead to thinking this way, perhaps unconsciously fleeing to face it, and pretending not to notice until something big happened.

In a sense, he intends to be close to something called a confession, Alsen tells as he contemplates the words to be told.

Now that we are having an unprecedented exchange of hearts and minds with the ancient existence of an "angel of water," Gabriel begins to compare what he remembers as "the action of an angel of the stars who thinks like his brother" to what he thought of a boy who thinks like his brother.

He didn't go into detail about how he was going to escape the battle, but I thought he couldn't help but hear fragments and think about Ars' kind personality.

Alsen has special feelings, especially when he hears the letter "Father" that involves the word "priest" and the fact that he has hurt the person.

And to me, when I was so depraved that I was unlikely to recover, I met my guardians and the people who would eventually be my best friends, but I didn't have any boys with empty eyes.

So now I tried pointing the other way than to work in the inquisition if I was helped by a boy who was depressed.

"If Ars likes to build things, he is Dr. Azami's lumber inquirer, and I didn't think it would be a bad idea to work.

But just by looking lightly, I thought I had the desired talent as a soldier in this country called Selisanceum if I had that gentle temper on top of my strength. "

I wanted to see Ars nearby who extended his talents and possibilities, and with such a personal affection, I courageously invited him to military school.

"Except for magic, I was a really honorable student at school, but there were a few things that I thought of as hard as I sometimes felt earlier.

Everyone at the military academy seemed to see it as a rare personality that was always dear, Ars Trad. "

I felt and believed that it was a good tendency for a boy named Ars, who was always more concerned than necessary, to be honest with me about being mucky.

Alsen eventually realizes that that's connected to the feeling of superiority that a boy who doesn't normally open his mind is opening his feelings to us.

Of course, when the boy who said he hated fighting told me why, he immediately realized that he was no different from what he had tasted as "Arsene, so he told me."

However, it turns out that Ars hasn't told us the "real reason" besides himself, but only a little bit of it leads to Arsen's superiority again.

With such emotions on board, Arsen continues to be more telepathic to his best friend.

"Ars' detention, which can also be seen as stubborn, was largely a matter of" avoiding being able to accommodate someone if they put up with something a little unreasonable ", but she preferred the" if she could, no one would sacrifice it "method.

In the actual battlefield, the instructors' military said it was a lukewarm thing, but the report came up that they were satisfied with the adoption of Als Trad's proposal, even though the prerequisite was that the school was "something that wasn't supposed to be on the battlefield."

Ars himself greatly appreciated his suggestion, but if he changed his mind, he ended up going through his own will. "

Alsen's mind is as clear as water when he conveys the words of telepathy, but I feel "cold" just to describe it.

But the big brown guy who was taking telepathy knew he was trying calmly, not to pinch his personal feelings.

"I did that child to the sage rabbit of Netuark for the reason that the good of Ars would be crushed." And I'm not lying. "

What happened with Arsene's body as a vessel, the story of the angel of the water angel who is now visiting this world, and the boy who thinks of himself as his brother, spent a short time in a military school.

Gabriel, who always spares no effort to lend himself, but has no will at all, entrusts him with thoughts and choices, and has nothing to talk about, and for the first time in this situation in several descents.

Then, there is confusion over the number of conformities between the worry that I was holding on to the godchild that I was sending out of the military school and the anxiety that the angel of water was holding on to the angel of the stars.

But it's not the only truth.

Don't let Shut suspicious you, look back slightly, move your beautiful green eyes, and look up at the big man with the successful brown wings that are supporting you.

"If he grew up like this, the child's charisma would easily exceed that of a ranked executive.

If Ars had been assigned to a general unit, no matter what type of job he was assigned to, he would surely be straight forward and evaluated and properly emerged.

Along the way, you may feel jealous and temporarily harmful to your life by an aristocratic soldier from a high birth conscious executive school, but I believe that that kid's personality can make it easy to get over it.

I'm not obsessed with being born at all. "

But the irrationally entangled annoyance is also Arsene, who knows herself, so it was also true that I didn't want my goddaughter to feel that way and thought about keeping it with a trusted senior.

"However, as we spend that way, the trust gathering in Ars is thick and soon we won't even need the backshield word" Arsen Padrick's Favorite ".

Especially for the elderly - those with real experience, they also carry an easily preferred nature.

Master Barrota also said that if he had been introduced to Ars via Mr. Lily, he would have liked it at one time.

Now it's the boy's face, he just doesn't give in, but if he's grown up, I think he'll be an unconscious, influential being for young and old alike.

You're supposed to be just a new soldier at your assignment, "I'm sure all beings will be attracted to that brilliance".

It could be the same in any group, in any place, maybe. "

Speak of the anxiety of the water angel and the overlapping worries of Alsen.

If the event "attracted to brilliance" occurs in a disciplined group called the military.

If there was a charisma there that wanted to give precedence to the "love" thing, even if it should be judged in the prescribed "law", the "attracted" beings there might act to ignore the decision and choose the "hope of charisma".

"Even if I fear the most, I think it's too early," Ars' tender will starts walking alone on its own. "

In military schools, even if you can laugh, you don't feel like you're going to act in full disregard of the law, leading to something that's probably not good. "

At some point in the day, when something happens, things start to move forward, with military discipline but without even saying it, "This is what an army charisma Ars Trad would do".

That's a humanitarian choice, which must be great and no one may feel bad about.

But there is no "charismatic Ars Trad" there.

Even though he was not there, Arsen felt distorted (snoring) when everything happened through his will, and he had no choice.

So as a hero, I use my authority to determine who I am assigned to, and send it to the most unattractive "person" who the military has left me to grip as a instructor.

"Whatever, it was all in my earliest moments, but I wanted to end up laughing, and I entrusted it to Netsuerk for a reason earlier."

Alsen also knows for herself that the rabbit sage is in love and that the only "attractive light" is the little girl left behind by her beloved wife and her sister-in-law with her life in this world.

Now, the public was asked to accept Ars for whatever reason it was to impress Arsen's selfishness, the place of "obsession" in order to enhance the birth of the child and the name of the house, and the place of "Sage at the Peak of the Country".

He had a feeling in the corner of his mind that he was going to protect Ars without a back shield but was "watching" him as some dangerous factor.

In order not to make it a spark of contention for another thing, on account of the glowing charisma of Ars, when the kindness held by his godson, which attracts everyone, overlaps with a situation in which he cannot prevent harm without being ruthless as an army.

The story that the angels of the stars trace to fallen heaven, that the angels of the water have seen, and Ars Trad, who in this world should only be the role of a "vessel", do not overlap any more.

(If you look closely at history, charisma and talent make the story of being celebrated by a "hero you don't want" seem like it could be misplaced somewhere in the world)

Though the stories had been tried to reach people close to Arsen, they had been overwhelmed by boys and girls looking at the world obliquely.

- Some people use attractive young people as puppets to instigate politics (that is, every word) from a safe place to a peaceful country.

- Especially the longer the peaceful times, I've been wanting to try to use the aerospace theory on my desk that I worked so hard on, and I guess I can't wait to talk about it wisely.

It was a word that a wise man who was now entertaining an exotic God on an octagonal earth, in the days just before his godson was born into this world, had a heavily ill-suited look on his face and had spoken.

As heroes of the war, three young men whose names were spreading unwillingly in the country of Selisanceum (Netuk, Grandor, Maple) were prevented from making the last big invasion, and at the end of the day, many inviting sentences (fumigations) had been delivered in the form of "secret books".

The contents, Netuark said, "resemble or come by".

If, by and large, the invasion strategy is over, there is no doubt that you will work for your country as a hero, but after that, you will not remain in the army and you will most certainly want your faction to belong to the policy and ideology.

Both Grandor and Maple entrust a bunch of secret books to an old friend who was only interested (in a bad taste) in "not interested in factions."

Wonder and Arsene had fewer numbers than the other three, and the contents were "of low quality" among the similarities and closeness, and they were advised to read and feel a secret book selected by seniors for later school.

- Well, Arsen has the Orthodox of Master Yunfo Crockus and Lord Tuberose Borij on the back shield. If he finds out, he will have no place in the aristocratic society, and if he normally does, he won't give it first.

- It's just that if you're the youngest Arsene of beautiful, cutest heroes, you probably think you'll be rounded up. No, you're an idiot. Hey, you're an idiot, you're an idiot.

In the end, Arsen also entrusted the secret book to a senior-in-colour who represented the sender at weird savings.

At the time, Netsuruk, who was only a member of the troops, seemed to have made some sort of list with one hand of a bunch of secret books, saying "troublesome," to the king, who was also Alsen's mother's cousin.

At that time, Arsen was surrounded by people who taught him how to pray with such thoughts and practice them.

And I guess Ars has something to do with his "value for use", "possibilities", and times, but most importantly, Arsen is the only one who tries to put his mouth to an idea that seems too far ahead.

Both "Rabbit Sage" and Netsurk will care a lot, but Arsen probably knows his interest as "Star Angel Vessel" and, above all, his niece first.

That's why I wanted to protect myself, at least not just myself, from people trying to use a boy like my brother named Ars Trad.

"Cheng Cheng, if that's what you've been thinking, don't worry, I don't think Arsen's judgment is wrong at all.

Well, under the influence of Netsuruk, it seems like we need to watch another black belly with a beautiful smile increase in this country. "

Neither telepathically nor what we didn't tell him, the big brown man somehow guessed in our own experience so far and sent us such a reply.

"- There was!

As if it were a good time to separate there, the figure of Ars, with Louis' songknife in his hands at a long distance but at a glance, was coming out of the gothic rocks at height.

It's supposed to be Louis' treasure, but he starts to rejoice as if it were his own thing and go back this way.

"In front of Lily or something, you're pretty much facing your brother, but you look like a real Ars over there, too."

"Queue"

Arsen asks how the sickle reacts to Stu's casual whining words.

Stu, as a friend of Ars's, and even if I didn't have to take the extra lead, would you be able to protect me from the stinking things I said?

"Oh, then it's just fine. Arsen, do you mind if I raise Stu at the military academy, and you get me a unit under my command?

To this Grandor telepathy I had previously thought that I would not let Schutt take extra care of me, but when I realized it, Arsen turned his body against his mind and looked up to his tall best friend.

Grandor was again showing his sturdy teeth, lowering the edge of his brow and laughing at his junior and best friend's beautiful green eyes, which opened wide to about three more splits than usual.

After all, the movement is huge, so Schutt and the exotic wind spirits on both shoulders and heads also noticed and turned their gaze towards the two of us in this country, it just seems like the kind of situation we're staring at.

(Can't fit in, "over there," I'll shut up until they say something)

The young man, who could not study but could turn his head and read the air, decided to observe the static.

Elsewhere in that care of Stu, the two heroes continue to engage Stu unauthorized in future exchanges regarding VIP protection in a country called Selisanceum on telepathy.

"I don't know why, I don't know if I can talk to you from my suggestion, but Stu, are you going to add me to the Royal Guard?.

As far as I can see, muscles are good, and you can handle a special weapon called a gun, though I think you can handle it if you work out.

I think the guarantor will be whispered in the shadows if Grandor does, but he'll be fine on the face. "

If, as Arsen did to Ars, Grandor became the guarantor of St, one way or another, the godchild, who is a pale attitude towards the fringe with people, could also have more intimacy than he currently has.

Although Grandor was also a sudden thought, he went on with his determination to move forward with this plan because his best friend "took" better than he thought.

"If you have an assessment from Arsen that your muscles are good, Stu will be fine.

Kirtansas, who is taking on a royal escort captain, still complains every time he meets that he "needs young talent".

Arsen became sarah's champion of the nation's highest sage, and instead, the lump would be gone. "

When I say so, the opening of the eye area wrapping the green eye that was looking up at Grandor returns to the normal opening and repeats the blink.

"I don't think the captain of the Royal Guard has that much root.

Before, shortly after we sent Ars out, we received a "complaint" in the cafeteria of an army executive who did something to hurt him from the side. "

"I think we should think that there's enough contact."

Until I met him in person, reports had not come up, and as "Commander of the Royal Guard, General Grandor McGaffin," he had a bitter laugh.

Netsurk calls it a "tyrant," escorting the king of this country, Dagger Sunflower, studying commanders in a way that the big brown man doesn't publish, Kirtansas Lupinus, the apparent captain of the Royal Guard.

Though he is not of noble origin, the talent and stamina of swordsmanship have been pulled out, and he is capable of crossing swords on a sufficiently equal footing with his heroes, most importantly, he is wise and driven.

In the fold Grandor thought he would like him to share his role if he had any opportunity, the Quiltan Suns won the martial arts tournament for the country's seasonal festival.

Don't miss the opportunity, Grandor asks for Kiltan Suns, the knight of Akane Shouji, who has actually given him the title for the first time since the four heroes of the Great War.

- Instead of the eagle, will you do the captain of the royal escort? I'll take full responsibility.

On the condition that it does not involve great responsibility on the part of the captain, and nevertheless when it is difficult, the conscious knight took on the task that involves the greatest responsibility of protecting the king against the arrow.

Grandor also has two pairs of grass shoes (scissors) as a big farmer, more than ten years after taking over from his predecessor, the Royal Guard Captain, Azami, who takes over and appeases him without anything.

Rather than a tight job, the "Royal Guard" meant that it was more than anything else difficult for a man who hated nobility to have to make contact with nobility.

However, when it comes to miscalculation between Grandor and Kirtansance, it has been frequent for His Majesty the King to escape after finishing his work for about three years now.

The reason for the frequent escape was not known until the lieutenant of the captain of the captain's ear, Grandor, gave the information that the king was secretly with his niece.

From then on, I was informed of the "planned disappearance" in advance, and Grandor also started to wait for the Royal Palace.

He only dazzled me when he didn't have a job to look at, but the color of his skin was different for the emergency festival, but both Dagger and Grandor were "big men", so sometimes he became a shadow fighter because of the cooperation between his direct tailor and his stiff mouth (Kinjoo).

Then His Majesty the King, who was in good shape, decided to set up Grandor as an influential warrior.

The heroes, who have been scattered since they met Dagger's "sudden thoughts", are fed up with it but accept it, but the Kirtansance also suggests to the commander that the policy be redefined because there was something to think about in the series.

- Whatever form the escort is in, I will try to think of it first and foremost as not losing its life.

Then, the Royal Guardian incorporated it as one of his preoccupations to protect the subject no matter what, and if he gets into a feud and speaks of "fighting himself," let him faint relentlessly, but pull him away from his predicament.

Even if the person to protect is declared disrespectful in his role as an escort, he must develop people who can attack without hesitation, but rarely remove his eyelids with the commander and tell "Dan Lion, an apprentice baker" who is exposed to purple eyes.

And Dan Lion said, "Interesting," and the recommendation was adopted.

In a way, it would also be a "retightening" of the knights, who had been so relaxed because of the continuing peace.

However, among other things, the tide of "flower shapes" remained uninterrupted among the knights by the Royal Guard, and even the aristocrats' houses proud of Takemen and those who found a single scale of talent in the extension of their learning were going that way.

The nobles also begin to put their money and their strength in the martial arts, which they laughed with their noses "savage" until the time after the invasion and natural disaster, if they could be close to the royal family.

Rumors of commanders and captains taking a decision in the formation and selection of escorts, but also roots and leaves, eventually stood in with smoke, which made their vision much worse.

Fortunately, each face of the current Royal Guard comes from a nobleman who is commonly likened to a good house, and so far there are no rumors, but there is no rubbing between the crew members.

There was also a sober view that I was simply chased by busyness and had no time to cause boredom.

It was in that context that Kirtansance had eyes on Ars, who, like himself, was of civilian origin, but with great talent for swordsmanship, that she was abducted by the Commander's beautiful best friend.

"If you're the best friend of the Commander of the Royal Guard, you can't help it." He smiled without laughing in his eyes. He told me every time he noticed a work sheet meeting, and honestly, he was a pain in the ass. "

Instead, I will train Sto Zaheto and present him to the Royal Guard.

So when I looked back with a beautiful grin at the boy who had made the hard choice "I can't fit in," from "over there," until he said something, "Stu, who was carrying the Spirit of the Wind, was visibly vicious.

I feel that he still has all kinds of possibilities for such "Shto's honest child reaction".

I'm sure you'll be fine, Stu, with your unwavering convictions for your loved ones.

Finally, Arsen stopped trying to add the name of his best friend who had traveled this world earlier.

"That, Stu, what are you surprised about?

"Awwwwwww?!

"Queue?!

I had decided to pinch my mouth, but I had always paid attention to the "staring heroes," so I was completely defenseless (no-guard) when it came to the boy who always made a careful mercenary into a business, rarely leaving the rear to my brother Ato all the time.

When Ars thought he was staring at his mentor and his best friend because he was able to recover Louis' weapon there, he was so worried because he suddenly had a frightening sht, and if he called out, he was even more surprised and had his empty eyes rounded.

But Ars laughs uncontrollably, even though he thinks it's just a little bad for Schutt, as his callous sarcastic best friend, one way or the other, is surprisingly defenseless.

And the angel of water in Arsen, who gazed at his godson, laughing at his "friend", still supported by Grandor, was greatly delighted.

- "That child" may not be Lucifer, but if you saw him laugh like that, wouldn't that also lead to a slight healing of his lonely heart?

My best friend with wings on his back narrows his eyes as he tries to convey the first words spoken by Gabriel to Grandor.

"- Wow, that's an interesting way to fight."

It is a distance that will not be fulfilled to see, but Grandor, who can feel how it is on an octagonal earth made of great noble destiny and the god of the Shawnamesaku Guna, praises the battle being waged on it.

And Gabriel, the angel who commands the water, will take what he thinks before he is told, as Uriel, the angel who commands the earth.

"Well, if Gabriel seems like it, let's play another play to reassure the exotic gods who can be in love with the star angels"

Then, perhaps, staring at the golden frog that was sitting on Louis' chest, not waking up until he got off this height, the demon of an old friend, there was a look of jealousy in his eyes at Stu, who was close to his "brother", who did not betray Grandor's expectations.

"Mikael, if you didn't want to bring your precious brother any closer to that human man, help me."

As soon as I strengthened my abilities and called upon the angel of the earth within me, I kept my long eyes beside the amphibians, Grandor - rather than putting them on something and staring at "Uriel" who was useless to me.

Lost his mind, he lies on the young leaves of the autumn cherry blossom, in a very low position on Louis' body, but his sharpness is also well conveyed to Arsen, who is in between.

In addition, although I could feel it deliberately provoking, "I also noticed Mikael," he also told the angel of the water in Arsen.

I know I envy your brother and Stu, but I'm not mad at you.

He returned so extremely calmly as his brother's angel, relieving Arsene and the angel of the water inside him as well, but right up the edge of his apparently sturdy mouth.

The rise is reminiscent of a bad friend who is "entertaining" on an octagonal earth.

"Gran"

Already on his way to calling his name, the big man with wings on his back had returned telepathy towards the golden frog.

"Well, well. Then when you get down from this height, a feathered eagle really needs to come down with everyone in his arms.

I need Arsen to hold Louis, and Schutt and Ars to hold him together, and tie him up so he can snuggle with grapenil. "

"Gekokoko!"

"What, now?!

"Lord Wise Frog, what the hell is wrong with you?

To a sudden squeal, as Ars and Stu panic, a golden frog flies up to Grandor and Arsen to ring again.

"Gekokoko!"

"So if you don't want me to snuggle with you, just do it to Arsen, and you'll be able to break up with your hands and get off."

Apparently, he's demanding something from the user demon, but he can't grasp the flow of the story.

"Master Grandor and the devil you are rubbing...... ah?

At the next moment, if the demon of use had spinned in circles in the universe, Gato Chocolate would have popped up in front of Arsen.