Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Your grandfather's memo.

An exotic god, the noble owner and lord of Baalzebul, was shaking off his blue coat with his cuffs inflated, and had been crushed with a dry sound.

"Lianhua" on the octagonal earth, dedicated to welcoming the honored.

In the light red petals of the blooming autumn cherry blossoms there, as accented, the white pieces of paper with no lettering margins become dust and fall in the wind.

(If it's just dust, I tried to restore it over time, but if it flows into the gorge, I can't fix it perfectly on the boulder.)

Apricot watched as Apricot stood beside Netsurk as his grandfather, Pean Vinegar, wrapped up in a "play" before the exotic God began "hospitality", using it as a notebook replacement.

Originally, a book named the Waffle Memo was also used to come up with something that might help Pean, or to write it appropriately like a "draft" of the study.

Since the dates are also indicated, memos that also serve as a replacement for the diary have a stack of places (spaces) and quantities for storing them exclusively in a stack.

One of those books has now disappeared from this world because Rye found it in the collection at the Vinegar family collection and entrusted it to the rabbit sage, Netsuark Saxfawn.

The book in the collection definitely takes over the blood of Apricot himself, his grandfather, and his parents, and once he's seen it all through his eyes, he remembers what he needs.

The crushed ones today were those that the Vinegars used especially at a time when there was also a connection to the research they were working on, and I read them so much that I would remember them in that sense.

So even if the memo disappeared, if Apricot followed his memory and remembered it, I'm confident I'll be able to compile it in the text again, but even though "Grandfather's Diary" still has a lot of other stuff left, it still broke my heart to scatter it.

"Shaking down a book with a blow means Lord Baalzebul knew how to fight with spirits in his body."

So as soon as I broke the "grandfather's memo" the magic of the blood covenant, I glanced sideways at the netu-turk I threw at him, bending his tall body and picking and throwing it with my long fingers, although not as good as my grandfather in memory.

I know it's useless to stare, but if I don't express my discomfort, it probably won't be conveyed to this miserable person.

This is because Apricot herself has recently learned that she is indifferent to the place and that "even the person she wants to take care of comes inconvenient to the relationship".

Sage men who are sensitive to the situation but rarely think about it until the convenience of their feelings and thoughts because of it still notice Apricot's offensive emotions, but they don't know "why they're so angry".

Oh, I'm sorry. The memo just now confirmed that Lord Apricot remembered with certainty when he was on a blood contract.

I remember everything just now, so I can restore it even if it's gone.

So Lord Baarzebul wanted to see if he could fight the moves he had just made, so he let me use them as an affordable thing. "

I breathed out of my tiny, grandmother conceded little nose when I was first able to say the words of apology, followed by the opening of my petition for what I had done, smoothly and telepathically again.

For the first time in my life, "I'm angry because it's a similar type."

If you want to piss me off, then you're right, but if you're apologizing, you're a big failure, Lord Netsurk.

Then from the side, when the colored eyes are poured out with the emotion that they are all "out-of-heart," I recall the temptation I once had when I went with Lily to pick up Arsen and the others coming from the Wang Capital.

Although the situation and background are different, even if you say "I don't think it's bad for me", you also realize that making someone uncomfortable doesn't end well.

(Maybe Lily had more anger. But think about my personality, oh I guess you did and talked to me)

"Well, it's about Mr. Apricot, so maybe it's like a puppy in a good way." You mean Mr. Ato, right?

I honestly didn't think that dogs rarely meant too much good to describe a person's personality, whether they spent 28 years or knew it in a written sense.

Even though I was blunted by the banning technique, I didn't care about the meaning and attitude of the gaze directed at me by everyday conversations and wearing a mask, but I felt it.

So I liked animals that still pointed straight at me better than people, and if I made it apricot, I said it was the biggest compliment, saw Lily's confusion, and thought for the first time.

The girl doesn't know the origin of the masked lord in detail, but at least the feeling that she was praising Ato was picking it up and reading it.

After considering Apricot's sincere and honest feelings, I still think it would be wonderful in this situation to think about Lily, regardless of her age, when she was 11 years old and she was forced to be a "friend".

(I wonder if I can turn around being as sweet as Lily.)

And while it was supposed to be the colored person beside him who nurtured the heart of such a girl, this one, like the previous apricot, failed greatly to Lord Robrow with "apologies and reason (excuses)" which he hadn't grasped.

(If you thought "rationally," your grandfather's memo didn't compromise your knowledge.

Lord Netsuruk thinks so, and even if he lacks one of the dozens or more books for his thoughts, he's only as faulty as his emotions, that's about recognition)

And I'm sure Apricot would have thought so, too, if the ban had come this far without being revealed by the wise.

But now that I know the thoughts that were enclosed and hidden under the mask because I was exposed, I don't think I should think so, even if I have said that being obsessed with things that lead to memories with loved ones narrows my mind and binds my actions.

That's why I felt that the "weird" feelings were beginning to spread into a huge ditch with the same values and strengths as the blood contract until earlier.

(Apricot Vinegar and Netsuark Saxfawn have become similar expressions.

If you think about it, by the time I was exposed to the ban and signed the blood contract, my distance from Lord Netsuerk had already begun to open)

Two loved ones were in this world, crushing their lives, whether conscious or unconscious, with a presence in the master that could be called a "wise man", loving and saying goodbye with tears.

I don't think of trying as an effort, I act lonely, but there is a presence close to me that supports me in the shadows, and I can't thank you enough for that.

With those people, I was going to manage to stay in this world, overlapping beautifully to the point.

But the "traveler" for Apricot is in this world for me, and the goddess for Netuark is not in this world.

However, although the goddess Netsuerk thinks may have disappeared, there are certainly young girls who admire and need "rabbit sage".

And for Lily, Netsuerk felt, albeit for a short time, that he was about to become a "traveler" like a guide (servant) of the road, as he had long been told to this world, apart from the companion and meaning of life.

It was easy to see a girl with maybe those strong eyes but a gentle heart to someone who just stumbled across a question that the rabbit sage didn't ask and couldn't answer.

Even if the companion who was beside Netsuerk disappeared from this world, the little girl who appeared right behind it holds the hand of an unlikely meatball that turned out to be a rabbit.

At least, I will never let go of that hand easily until a little girl can walk alone or a rabbit hand appears that is impossible if it is true that there is a meatball and wants to walk with me.

(But all of a sudden it's not the right situation and place to talk about this penetrating "uncle and niece" overlapping the reason I'm angry... not too different)

Assuming Apricot tells him seriously, he might even try to avoid showing up as a "Netuark Saxophone" in front of Lily.

(Seriously, I'm sure, it might light up unusually, and it might harden up like it did in the courtyard when we met again in Netuak's appearance)

Even with that worry, Netsuruk immediately stopped avoiding Lily unnaturally, and came up with "someone who could scold Apricot's anger more effectively than Apricot himself could tell him".

Although that is the gulf that spreads with the presence or absence of cherished beings in this world, the "values" remain as similar or as close as ever.

Lord Apricot, what's wrong?

The sage, on the other hand, wonders if Apricot is dragging on the memo unexpectedly, but the person who immediately makes the same rational considerations as himself, even if angry, does not.

"In the meantime, let's finish the" hospitality "to Lord Baarzeble first.

So, I'm at a higher altitude now than I am when it comes to preaching, because a beautiful nobleman would be smarter, so I'll come down and summarize the main points I want to tell you, and then I'll make sure you preach. "

Briefly and telepathically, his eyebrows rose and his eyes opened wide, but he immediately returned to their original position.

"... I was so hungry that I wanted Alsen to preach to me.

I'm really sorry about that. "

If he had told Alsen Padrick what it meant to ask him to preach, even if he didn't know the details of his anger, Netsurk understood the extent and also realized that there was a wide gulf that was being made between Apricot and himself.

But the distance opens - the sensibilities that were similar don't look like I'm feeling any loneliness going away.

I don't care if those who come to my side stay until hours unless they are unhappy.

And for some reason, and I don't mind leaving without any particular reason.

No matter how close you get, your feelings for the existence of a "friend" do not change this colored person.

(If I still had time as a friend with Lord Netsuerk, I'd still try to make sense of it, but even if it's compatible in a few days when I meet a boulder, it's all this)

And the feelings of those who do not refuse to come and leave their friends, above all, can be understood very well.

(But when it comes to relationships over "friends," there's no reason if you can, when you visit or leave.)

By spending time together, I can only admit that there are things that I can't feel, and if you say so, "Netuark of the Ears" and "Apricot of Lord Robrow", Apricot and Lily have spent more time together.

(Therefore, this anger is a feeling that Lord Netsuerk feels by spending time with Lily, so let's encourage reflection)

A new friend can't stay in this world without running away from the rabbit.

But now I was forced to go back to being a person, and I had made the promises that I had made with Lily and the memories that I had made of spending time with her.

Netuark is trying to get rid of it as "temporary," so let him use it.

(Because you'll know the value of what broke me and your grandfather's things and what my obsession means when you have a nice time with Lily and find out that the time is irreplaceable with each other)

Though it's very important, I always feel like changing that feeling that I'm ready to let go.

"- Well, is it time to expect the continuation of a full-fledged" convincing hospitality "?

Ba 'alzebul can well guess that there was some disagreement, even if it was not necessary for the "persuasion side" to rub it for the exotic books he paid for and dusted.

Until now, even though the appearance was male and female and the height difference was sufficient, there were only two people whose contents seemed almost identical to overlap, with only a slight difference, but something that made them look like big objects.

If this is a kind of trick to entertain me now, it would be brilliant.

Even though they were so similar in the way they were in this world that they could even perform the contract magic of exotic blood, it also led to pure surprise for Baalzebul that they could solve the magic and be so individual as soon as possible.

(That's why, generally speaking, if you saw it among the strengths, you would dance like you did during the stripping ritual, and you could do that at your leisure)

I raised the corner of my mouth so that I could see the movement of my white moustache.

(It's harder for me to read a move when it comes to details or decisive attacks, while making almost the same move than the other person making exactly the same move like "mirroring")

And those of you who wrap around a tall green coat in the two you confront, those who, having been subordinated to the angels of the stars who became fallen angels, whispered the incitement to Baalseble, who became Belzebub, the prime minister of hell.

The existence of a position called a wise man in this world, said to be descended from a "traveller".

Without being bound by the only reason (proverb) of the world, he has the key to going beyond the doors of this world, and he knows where the angels of the stars are locked - the story is said to be in the world of men.

I learned that while I was involved in this world as prime minister of hell, I was on my way to looking for an angel of the stars.

(If you knew that when you were "abetted," you would have forced me to open my mouth.)

Just because I'm a descendant of a traveler, even though I know it's something else, I also have a previous attitude of Netsuruk, and I really feel far from the tranquility.

"I don't think we're ever gonna get along, but is that okay?

When I waved my right arm and set up the grasping dagger that came out to jump out, Apricot waved the same way and just earlier, this one holds a brightly colored dagger.

"Honestly, it's not even the time to be friends enough to" crack. "

So I'm looking to entertain you and entrust those who are good at preaching to understand how you feel about breaking people's precious things.

So, we're going to end it. "

I say words that don't fit my adorable voice, I connect my dagger to my wrist outfit, and I smile and smile elegantly.

Its appearance is a vessel of Baalzebul, but there is no difference between the appearance of "Mrs. Karin", who is dearly placed on the shelf of memory, and the length of her hair.

(However, although the appearance is perfectly the same, the fact that the mind within is completely different may mean that there are many connected beings.)

So even in the memory engraved in Baarzeble, there is a mind inside, even though the appearance is exactly the same - I recall something completely different called readiness.

In the angel brother of the star, who has ordained himself to his Lord, he has gained a place in this world as the user demon of the wise within who are now two in front of him.

With the young goddess engraved in the scriptures as "my brother's angel" and his place, he stopped coming out of this world with a vessel called Man.

In Scripture, the presence of which is as if it were a specimen, twelve wings of the same kind as that of his brother are expanded (by stretching out the epilepsy/wings), punched into a pile called history, and the presence is fixed and unable to move.

(It may be advisable to scratch those words in the same way that the traveler taught them, possibly in the same way as the Magic Book of Nong, and to give a little credit for their involvement in this world.

but still, far from Lucifer's readiness and determination)

In the courtyard of the Lords' residence, the angel of the stars, formerly his brother, wielded the sword given and used by God the Father, in the same figure, but only seemed completely separate.

He wields without even knowing how to apply or subtract the force, and shelters aggressively when the vessel is about to wrap around him.

- Are you okay?.

Though the Lord's heart may not have been satisfied with his care for being sheltered, a man with no feathers on his back and no magic to use, he was pleased with the voice of the vessel that he named Ars.

Though I felt some loneliness in the harsh narrative, I could not help but think of the mercy that was blended into that voice, if only that were the Lord's.

Perhaps there will always be a "time" left in a way close to the Prime Minister of Hell, who was also a presence called Baalzebul.

If you screw up this time and there is a "next," you try to think a few times after you meet a vessel called Ars, but the more time passes that you meet that boy, the more you are in this world right now, the more you want to deliver the star angel to that vessel.

Through the time now, I couldn't help but think that there was no such thing as a bowl of star angels worthy of.

(And at dawn when I was returned to the vessel, let me swear anew my allegiance as an exotic god by my true name)

It was not bitter to behave that way because the angel of the stars wanted "a gentle know-it-all grandfather".

So, from the curious nature of the angels of the stars, I think that they may have really noticed who they are, because they are back to Baalzebul.

("I don't like long and hard things when it's a bell zebble," she used only the "zebble" part.)

Only "Zebul" was the only part of history that overlapped with the form and pronunciation of writing in the passage of time and the entrenchment of culture and letters.

("Hospitality," but when it's over, that's where we talk first, my lord -)

So, at some point, when I also realized that I regarded the boy in the vessel almost equally with nature and the "Lord," again in front of me, only the voice and figure echoed the voice of the same granddaughter as "Mrs. Karin."

"If the hospitality is over and you are satisfied, please return with a page of the magical picture book that made my best friend"

With that said, if a small body took a dagger with a brightly colored dagger that passed from generation to generation to the Vinegar family, Baarzeble takes it with his right half holding the dagger.

"Even if I'm satisfied, I wonder if I can choose not to want to go back.

In any case, this vessel is the most compatible of all that has ever been summoned to this world.

Hopefully, we will find our Lord in this vessel and build a mansion at a height that Lucifer likes. "

The vacant left half then lifts his arm loosely elbow down and points his fingertips at Netuark to the extent that he heard a word after throwing the Japanese book at him.

Then the wise man took out the old and splendid magic picture book from the green coat nostalgia, and did the act of throwing the book, far from the creed that took over from the wise man who hit the master "I like the book enough to pillow it".

With the same long fingers made as Pean Vinegar's body, Baalzebul receives a picture book analogous to the "temporary residence" that came with a few autumn cherry blossom blossoms scattered, without jeopardizing it with a dry sound, with a hand without a dagger.

Then with a long finger in his cleverly received hand, he pinched and rotated the picture book, reaching as it were to the chest of his clothes with an impressive blue gold edge pattern.

"That one."

Only Apricot, with his dagger standing, speaks out, and Baarzeble pinches a page of a picture book with a different finger than he pinches a picture book, this time cleverly opening an old, fine picture book with one hand.

With his dagger in his grip, Apricot had a small bite on his lips in a "page of a picture book with only letters" taken out of his wrinkly hands.

He has a look with the power to convey even if he has already broken the art of blood covenants, or if he just sees the complex heart.

"Would it be all right if I gave you some time?

In this way, we can go outside in a way that touches people's shapes, even when we think, "This is what happens."

From this world, the angel who has ordained with the Lord has disappeared, and there is no hanging.

From a standpoint that was widespread with the "right arm" of the star angel, who became a fallen angel, the way it was called the prime minister of hell was widespread, if you noticed.

In the world in which people live, they mock their position in dealing with "politics (that is, politics)" where the guilty must turn to denial before death, where suffering never ends.

And an angel of the earth visited him as a gatekeeper, where he would be the gateway to the gateway of hell.

After the angels of the stars revolted, there seemed to have been adaptations for those in the role of angels, and the story of the four great angels was told across the gates to hell that they would also fade in the world of men.

- "Angel of the Wind" comes pretentiously before the eagle decides on a placement and visits here.

- You may be trying to keep the existence involved in the angels of the stars away and forgetting them in the world of the most powerful - what a joke I made.

- I don't care what happens if Gabriel disappears, whether people forget it or not.

- Well, even if you try to forget the symbol of kindness and the gatekeeper of hell, you won't manage to forget it because it will be "used" because it is necessary and convenient to cultivate moral social awareness in a person's world.

- You'll stay as long as the role is known anyway, but be careful, the figure of the star angel known as the "Belzeble" could conveniently be shredded.

As the word suggests, what remains after the controversy caused by the angel of the stars is that the immature goddess and the angel of his drawn-in brother cannot be successfully ruled inside, and the story of hell is used to reduce it in skirmishes between people.

But suppressing evil by fear was a distorted appearance combined with the remnants of the past in Belzebub, a being that kept the hellish government (that is, every word) that preceded its death, and an unwillingly great power in his hands.

At some point in order to give power to the prime minister of hell, the key "four unreasonably deprived lives" decision was also made and pushed.

The companion goddess of vengeance has assumed the role of "the four unreasonably deprived lives" by proceeding "at any rate" and disappearing irrationally.

- Even if it's to embody the power of Hell's prime minister, even though people want him to embody his husband, it's better that one irrelevant life doesn't disappear from this world.

- That's better, sir, without breaking Master Lucifer's heart somewhere in this world.

I understand perfectly well that he is striving not to give up looking for the Angel of the Stars, which is blatantly unspoken but has gone missing.

That's what she told me, the thick goddess of love, chose to take me on the road as an illustration of a "magical picture book" advanced by travellers, an autumn cherry blossom on the side of a mansion at height, laughing serenely rather than in the form of letters.

And now the figure was gone, and Baalzebul had in his hands an object in which the Goddess's record was recorded only by letters of past form.

I'd like to take care of "- temporary residence," wouldn't you mind?

The Baarzeble question is directed to the Netsurk who threw in a picture book and came by.

The ability of the two men to confront themselves is almost equal, but he did not have to confirm that it was the wise men of color who were in charge of this "command".

"Go ahead, go ahead." The entertainment side, "but I won't complain."

To the wise man, who deliberately flaunts his shoulder and says as he raises the edge of one mouth, Baalzebul small and breathes out of his nose, then, without hesitation, opens "the place" and adds a page back.

The cut page immediately sucked each other from the torn place and returned to the Magic Picture Book.

But there is nothing emotional in Baalzebul's face that looks at the place where he should have finished taking care of his wife's illustrations.

"Now I'm sure it's true," it's back, "but it doesn't make me feel any better."

Once again, he closes the picture book with a dry sound, delivers it to the pocket of his blue clothes, and stares at the autumn cherry blossoms blooming around him to entertain himself, and speaks lightly.

"This is how I think the flowers of order that blossom all the time are beautiful, but I guess it's because I realized that I'm lonely to watch alone, that I've made friends and companions I trust.

At times like this, if you're not smart, if you're blunt, if you're ignorant, I wish you weren't included in your existence. "

That's what I tell him, I look at two people in line who look somewhat rubbed now with their shineless eyes, and I envy them "jealous".

The time spent alone in this world where he appeared as God, where his presence as Baalzebul consolidated his position, and where he recognized himself as God obtained with the triumph of battle, was several times longer than in the year 2000 when he looked for the angel of the stars.

But even though it has been paid for several times as long, the culture of the world's people, including the heights of wonder and rule, does not develop.

Compared to the time now, as long as culture and technology did not develop, we lived a long and laborious day in a cooperative, entangling stream.

A world that would not have been irresistible in a great natural opponent if it hadn't been entangled, but would not have been a great sacrifice if someone had never jumped out and been active somewhere.

In that, rarely did the culture develop and the gentle, serene farming people worship Baalzebul, preside over the rain of grace, and sometimes tell with thunder the shifts of the seasons.

It seems to me that I was repeating the exact same time for Baarzebul as if it was endless.

However, mistakes were not in the course of time called "unhappiness" in people's words.

Still, I don't think I want to go back to that time, because I'm here now.

"Wonder, the days when I met Master Lucifer, made a prospect with the angels of earth and water, and calculated to welcome Eliphas as my wife, are imprinted brightly in this body, in my temporary residence, and in my memory.

If you're unhappy, you've understood the word "lonely" from your heart. "

I told him so calmly while keeping his chest down, doing the picture book.

I don't want to go back to those days.

However, I don't mind the passage of this time, so I would like to start from where I met again.

So I want to have a place called this Robrow that looks a lot like the world I built.

But while I appreciate the existence of "God," I can't help but think that people like the angels of the stars have been commanded by God the Father to make them, who are conveniently used and sometimes given unwanted offerings, are no longer necessary.

"I've come this far, and Eliphas and I have been swayed by unexpected things."

When positioned as "Prime Minister of Hell," some roles were assigned to "enemies of men."

"But as for her, she's with people at the end of the day, but let's be grateful that it was a good end."

We looked for the angel of the stars together, welcomed her to the vessel, and thought of a new place in this world, but I also felt like she had touched her will for the first time by being cut from one page of the picture book.

- Any presence is fine, pick me up sometime.

- I first taught you how to love me, how to be "jealous".

Because of his gentle and affectionate nature, he became Eliphas, who acted only with compassion for the other's feelings, but he was not letting go of his will, because he could have known in words told just before they were broken, even if it was a goodbye to her, he had no regrets.

"I suppose we should have waited in the picture books together, except for the role, for the time of reunion while performing the role of prime minister of hell, but the last few decades she had been torn apart have also, in a way, been a meaningful time to face each other's self"

Thanks to this, I could also sense and confirm that the vessels of the angels of earth and water were aligned to reveal themselves to this world, without worrying about the word 1999, when the angels of the stars were afraid and lay low in front of Eliphas.

When the earthly angels and others learned of the fact that they were doing enough to erase the existence of the vessel before them from this world, as if the time were right, they were surprised in the picture books, and their actions led to the certainty that the angels of the stars were a sign of their appearance in this world.

I wanted you to call me because I don't mind either of the two names that were in my hands at the edge of Belzebub, Belzebub, or the angel of the stars.

"But he still shouldn't have tried to forget what happened before the original Belzebule."

"Thunder in the old lord's mansion."

Baalzebul nodded quietly as the sage of colour spoke politely to Russia.

"In a long time ago, but as a god, you may have scorned the fact that you were in charge of thunder.

No, it could have been rude or a lawsuit. "

No matter how much time has passed and flowed, let us not forget - the world that in the past acted and delivered as God.

I don't know where the appeal is made or what it means.

And to the word "sue," the wise man sparkled his curious eyes.

"From the standpoint of people, even though the name of an era without" paper "and an era that had only enough skill to be carved into a mural as a precise record was dusted by later history, it would be amazing to just come out if you purified the dirt.

I know there is also the power of magical picture books, but what you can trace with the power of people will be the general perception that the shift from Belzebule to Belzebub is in position.

I've had a bad time in the past, so I try not to look back unless I need to, but perhaps if you're an archaeologist, you know a little bit about your background and background. "

"…" Granddaughter, "how about that?

Did your grandfather say anything about Nan?

It's probably the ancient history of this country. "

If Baalzebul asks Apricot with a brightly colored dagger, this one immediately shakes his head to the left and right, and his gaze answers without help.

"- Your grandfather used to make" the East Country. "

I have heard from my great-grandparents that the Vinegars were in a position where they were both studied and entrusted by the state.

Just... "

Without weakening the power of gaze, let the year of "gratitude" be included there this time and begin to separate.

"I used to like the eastern country, but I'm sure your exotic god, your grandfather, was thinking about the deacon's lock.

If I could, I was pouring the heat of my research into the sorcery of the eastern country so that I could stay out of its power as a vessel and not touch that topic as much as I could.

I've only heard him once say, "A great power is compelling."

Even a brief explanation, with Apricot seeping through complex thoughts, but the presence of a tall green coat and blue coat wrapped around listening to it, had solved the meaning.

"While you discerned the talents of those who became the vessels of Non, you only wanted him to live, as a person, using the talents connected to it.

But then, if you had raised him to some extent, you'd have said, "Be a magician."

Then set the palm that was open in the form of a fist, toward Netsurk.

"There's nothing you can do about what's gone by now.

But, hey, the only thing that made your vessel seem the most "human" was beside the opposite wife and her husband, the lord's grandfather, who looked the same as this Apricot. "

In the "contents are opposite" part, Netuark continues in an upbeat mood, feeling like he felt a sharp gaze from the side.

"Other than that place, I really" didn't want "it.

Anyway, I was "proud" of what you called the shadow of a lord, so I just had to have that place.

But if a man of great power had only confined himself to such a narrow place, a lot of inconvenience would still have happened.

Because of the great power, "with that power, we may be able to do something about those who suffer loved ones," he renounced to think for himself.

Personally, if you're the butler in this house, that's what they call "manipulating the lord's house in the back", but somehow "you could have thought and plotted for yourself".

He was restrained because he was the Lord, reluctant not to leave too much, and distanced himself "unconsciously".

As if he were an exotic god, adhering to an angel who looked like a boy with a star glow - "

At the same time that Baalzebul's fist moved only at the tip of his wrist, Netuark also tilts his neck, slightly delaying the movement of its inclination, and a few pieces of coloured hair fall.

"I'm going to keep working with you." - "

With the words "in," at the same time I heard the sound of kicking over the octagonal earth, and the autumn cherry blossom swayed.

Earlier, as Baalzebul put it in his words, he acted in the same dimension as Netuark, Apricot and Mirroring, but only the attack that became the "finishing touch" was shaped differently from the fist that wrapped the dagger and the spiritual art, but as opposed to it, the fist flushes and the dagger is taken with the spark.

Netuark is avoided by a fist protruding straight out and remains frontal, in the form of both apricots and baalzebuls who have just been stopped by a dagger, showing a wide back as they flip their coats.

"Are you satisfied with the hospitality of the way you fought the array of dances earlier?

Ask Apricot, whose face is close by, by moving his eyeballs to the edge of his eyes and following Netsuruk with his gaze.

"I honestly don't know what the arrangement will eventually be either, though.

I've broken my blood contract, so I can't share my consciousness anymore. "

With that said, Apricot and Baalzebul lower themselves at the same time, and the autumn cherry blossom petals rise.

However, since the tallest presence on this octagonal earth in its petals is naturally larger even with just bending motion, and even longer gray hair, the kick that the wise man who was showing the back has put out with his left as an axial foot and a turn that has gained momentum to put the coat on, plunders the tip of the hair and scatters a few pieces.

One small apricot was easy to avoid, and even more so for a woman with enough hair to wear (maybe * wigs) when she had errands, she had short hair, so if Netuark's legs passed safely over her head after Baalzebul scattered her gray hair, she was aware of her own legs to bend over.

He makes the same movement, but the tall part, embodied in the "vessel of man", also takes time, and while Baalzebul strikes his tongue, he senses with a dagger in his hand slightly losing strength from the opponent's arm.

Then make sure you're fisting something with an old leather glove in your little hand, not holding a dagger.

"Oh man. Apparently, regardless of whether you're bored or not, I know you're not willing to give me time to think you're free"

The Baalzebul began to wrap the Spirit around the wide palms of himself and of those who were not holding daggers in the form of a single delay in operation.

Now I perceived that in Apricot, I put my strength into the "spring" of the muscles I was conscious of in my legs, and I paid off the dagger I was crossing to the side, and the arms with the daggers in each other's hands stretched straight out to the side.

Apricot let go of his dagger the moment his arm was stretched out, but Baarzeble remained grasping.

The dagger, which is just brightly decorated, stays connected to the armament and remains attached to the apricot, which kicks the octagonal earth with all the force of its body, without ever leaving.

The fists of those who were not the dominant ones, but tried to beat them with full force, were inhibited along with the sounds of a cedar hand in the hand of the Baalzebul halfway collecting spirits for defense before reaching the mouth dressed in wrinkles and white beards.

The moment the sound sounded, the power of the Spirit, which was gathered in the fists and palms, hit each other, widening and dispersing the wavelengths, at this time the apricot, which was calling out enough, prevails, and the gray hair of Baalzebul rises and scatters again.

It was the leap and magic that Apricot had accumulated in his own legs and the power of the spirit that he had gathered, and the fist of momentum, so he had "pushed" a little bit of being long and "God".

The long body, wearing the shoes of "Pean Vinegar", which took over things from the time of Belzebub, involves a few roots and stems and retracts the flowers of order blooming in the octagonal earth.

"Huh!"

"Are you in a bit of a hurry," Granddaughter? ""

Taking Apricot's "little fist" in front of him in his own face without being able to summon enough defensive spirits, Baalzebul, with a dark shadowy mark on his face in the aftermath, was quickly recapturing the wrist of his hand, which was grasping a fist whose momentum had stopped.

Now with every wrist Baarzeble grabbed by Apricot, the moment he tries to lift his tiny body, he swings his dagger horizontally vigorously and vigorously without letting go.

From the place where he began to wave the dagger, three metal sounds followed in succession, and three knives pierced the octagonal earth at the feet where the baalzebul and apricot autumn cherry blossom stems glued together because they grabbed his wrist.

Of course it was the wise man who only slightly opened his distance, and the end of his mouth was of course unfaithful and unfaithful up.

"As always, clever"

A dagger that paid for a knife while staring at Netuark, preventing an apricot dagger that was approaching his throat.

- As soon as Baarzeble waved his arm, trying to pay for the knife thrown, Apricot grabbed the dagger attached to the bracelet he was wearing to his opponent, who was in a free state, aiming at his throat in order to take advantage of the distance being in the "pocket" as well.

"Oh man, I told you not to rush.

It's just... maybe we should be a little sympathetic that we can't even handle weapons in our records under these circumstances. "

Keep a hold of Apricot's wrist and look to pity the wise man.

"I don't care how much you pity me, scorn me, or pity me, I'd appreciate it if you pulled me out of a place called Robrow."

Hilarious his right palm, which had nothing, and his gripping left hand, which was pinching three knives between his fingers, from the top of his coat to his hips, clasped his shoulders like a dove.

"Come this far. Still" bullshit "in your mouth, you stingy sage. Besides, if you feel" important "about this land, you feel the same way about yourself."

With that said, he stares narrowly at Apricot, who once again exchanges daggers with each other, while still hanging with his wrist.

On the contrary, he looked wide open and looked back at Baalzebul, which was just the same height of gaze.

In such a way, Netuark raises his left hand across the knife and opens his cha-cha mouth as he continues his tour with an interesting observation.

Baarzeble is not going to insult either the man who keeps this land or the wise man, who is in a position to throw a knife at any time, who is grasping it with his wrist.

However, in the form of an attack, he now spoke nonsense, but placed a heavy weight of attention on those who were pointing at him, with his sharp, tinted eyes over his round glasses.

Netuark, who knows "it," grins satisfactorily.

"But I asked you to lend me a little wisdom as a help, as much as the lord there asked me to."

Yes, the moment the "helper" sage tells him, he turns to Apricot, whose Baalzebul gaze is hanging.

Without missing the moment when only that "gaze" moved, split the knife that was sandwiched in your left hand twice, and if Netourk threw it, the gray-haired head of Baalzebul moves the same number of times.

However, the gaze was aimed at the small person who was hanging himself, so naturally, with the gaze, the head of the gray hair leaned towards the apricot each time it moved to stir.

―――

What approached Apricot was a really small distance, and what was used was that slight movement of force.

Still, Baarzeble didn't even speak up, and I sincerely thought, "I failed".

In front of me, I have dark green eyes on both sides of Apricot's face, the scar of thin muscles left on my forehead, and my surprised face moves in.

In the moment you feel weighted all at once on the arm grabbing the wrist, "kick" the dagger that the lady's military shoe toe was crossing.

Both legs of Apricot, suspended towards the opposite Baalzebul, were raised in alignment.

He pinched the head of his gray hair with both his own legs and kept it spinning under the guidelines of the back universe, clashing his opponent's head over the octagonal earth of autumn cherry blossoms.