Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"What is it?"

For stretching six wings on his back, Ars was asking Grandor, who was carrying Louis and caring for Shut next door, with a golden frog on his head, as he moved his hand supporting Arsen from his back to his waist.

Before that, by Grandor.

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

by Arsen

"Is that the" hospitality "of those two people..."

Although I was also concerned about the statement, for the new soldier I was more concerned about what the big man with the brown feathers had spoken of, perhaps related to magic.

If Grandor hadn't used the "memorization trick" that Alsen taught him, I don't think he'd remember the first words he'd ever heard.

With six wings stretched out from each other, Grandor and Arsen continue to ask without losing momentum of curiosity from their empty eyes while they stagger their gaze out of their eyes with the colors of green and earth.

"Well, if I can do that, I'd like you to tell me that Master Apricot has a different kind of" manta "," I want to "and Mr. Netsuruk has" I want to "..."

Before Arsene tries to open her blood-colored back lips for a long time, Grandor puts her face a little bit forward and reacts.

"I understand that separating the top from the mandala means that it is one word.

Except for boulders and magic, it's just an arse with excellent and inked.

But why don't you just calm down a little?.

I don't have anything to fight for anymore, and I'm sure Lord Apricot and Netuk's "hospitality" - after I've convinced them, I'm thinking of getting off.

Arsene's ability to unload Gabrielle's feathers while keeping Gato Chocolate distracted and effective in restoring magic to the rabbit's demons. "

"Gekokokokokoko"

The moment Grandor put out the word "distracted," the user demon raised a grunt impressing dissatisfaction over Ars' head.

"I'm sorry, but I'm kind of in a hurry, I know."

Ars turns a forgiving, up-and-coming look to the user demon frog on his head and tells him how honest he feels while apologizing.

Just a little, I'm in a hurry - I felt it was Ars himself who was daunting me.

Even though I am unconscious on a daily basis, such as my spine, my emotions, mixed with indescribable sorrow and impatience, add to the pain of being gripped loosely at the inner part of it, where there are organs that spill blood through my body.

The event that "this ritual is coming to an end" has "loneliness" in addition to an unparalleled sense of impatience in Ars.

But I don't know how that makes me feel like that ".

"Maybe -"

As Arsen groans small and gazes beside his godson, Stu is still standing with a sickle on his head and shoulders.

Of course, he turns his gaze and realizes that he has something to say to him, and he meets.

"I will now utter words against Ars that are analogous and possibly unpleasant to you, Stu.

That's probably a nasty word for St Zahet, even if it's not offensive.

Now, I also think it would be a good story if I didn't use "nasty words," but Alsen Padrick doesn't have a good vocabulary to make that analogy.

Would you still mind if I did?

Grandor had remembered his old friend, Ars his long-heared boss, and Stu his sage, listening to Arsen's long forerunner.

Although it is a word that can be cleared up by a word "spinning", it has a sound that makes you think about the hassle you shouldn't spare.

And although I hate studying, the boy around my head understood the meaning enough, and my best friend's beautiful mentor snorted, "Why use words Stu might dislike", because if I thought about it, I could immediately think of it.

"Master Arsen used to say" unpleasant rhetoric, "but if I had thought about this situation myself, I could have predicted somewhere, somewhere, the words used for the analogy.

Sure, if it wasn't foreshadowed, it might have sounded like a bad word to me.

But by the time I get here, if you think about what you've all been up to, I can honestly say, "No choice," so please don't bother. "

Staring after Stu said so was Louis, who was carrying, losing his mind like he was asleep.

Rather than just looking at the boy's face, the whole boy looked like that - watching what he was wearing.

It is a perfect way to mimic an exotic god named Suzunako, who has taken a distance from his normal life and everyday life.

But it is not a matter of God's individuality, but rather a function of "tools" to separate objects called everyday objects and create objects called "special" times and spaces.

"People's consciousness cannot be easily changed or communicated.

So first, change your appearance from the notion of vision, so that it is easy to understand and communicate that you have changed your surroundings and circumstances to the other person.

Besides, not everyone has the natural ability to see it in the atmosphere. '

That's the way you say it, because I remember my "family" very well because I was happy with the words I met for a short time but wouldn't have come out unless they really understood me well.

But I also came to this place to understand that the person who unlocked Zao's door and did it a few days ago didn't even accept reality the most.

"Me, too, where you don't see it, Louis, the costume you're wearing, the significance of the stage set up on the street, I'm asking when Mr. Rock taught me the butler's job."

When I said so, Arsene gave me a troubled look in the true sense of the word, and I said, Really?

"Mr. Rock the Deacon" told me that in the fall season, the stage is to be used for the ritual of devotion to the spirits on this land.

So I invite God to protect this land in every sense, and do what is easiest to understand in order to convey gratitude.

To "align" your feelings, you will look away from your daily routine, make sounds that will never go into your ears, and make a difference even though it is a place called Robrow.

"Both of you, please help me in the fall."

Having said that, he explained to his brother Ato that he could understand better, and tasted (and), along with the landscape painting that his Lord had painted.

Even my younger brother, who was generally slow to understand, was able to immediately associate words that he described as his previous experience.

"It's a festival"!, Ato, I love festivals. I love apple candy. But the festival is over, Ato, I don't like it '

My brother was responding well.

I found that the words contained in that reply were the feelings now held by my best friend next door to Stu.

(The word festival, although I don't know what it means in detail, is generally eye-catching or has a fun vibe.)

But what happened in this place, for Stu and for Arsene, who we are about to talk about, is that the benefactor and his best friend traveled from this world.

(I guess it's never "fun" -)

An event of such magnitude, detached from the daily routine as the festival, also accompanied the ritual of dredging, which took place continuously in the sight of Ars, and passed away.

That is what is about to end now, but what has passed from the ritual and which cannot be felt on a daily basis is about to end.

The consequences of what happened should not be described as fun, even if they are mistaken.

However, I can assure you that they are extraordinary, with such events as have affected me in my previous life.

Ars thinks that they may not be able to follow their hearts in a different way than they are "best friends and disciples who have lost their precious existence".

The choice to mourn Eliphas, himself a benefactor, and let go of the bewilderment held by his best friend is also difficult for a gentle sht, although his mind is quite conscious.

So much so that you can't let the person you think is your friend be bewildered, the Master (Seiko) concessions are so deeply rooted in Shut.

(Plus, it looks like Ars has a hot spot.)

When Grandor entrusted me with collecting the song knife, which was Louis' treasure earlier, I felt it in the way I showed it.

(It's natural everyday, and although it's an alus that takes a certain distance, it may be "hard to draw heat" when it comes to people who have formed an edge)

Als can also say, "I'm not the one who lost my best friend or mentor," because he's also a sweet friend.

That's why there may be confusion about how my emotions are daunting.

"So leave it to me. I restored Ars' heart to the point where I could stretch my wings by lowering the angel's ability to control the ability of the water in the corner."

He was telepathized by Arsen when his view of Ars and his thoughts were entwined in some sht.

(You can read my thoughts, can't you?

I don't know if it's magic or the ability of an angel of water.

Reading his mind does not upset him at all, and Stu thinks of his feelings in his heart, as he did earlier when he talked to his master.

The pleasant cold then visits the chest, while Arsene's calm voice pours into the consciousness.

"Yeah, as you can guess, I'm using the power of Gabriel, the water angel.

Besides, I'll tell you what, Stu, that's why I'm telling you.

I won't skip the details because I don't have time, but it's neither realistic nor direct, but if this persuasion, hospitality, then goodbye to "Ars Trad" is also like visiting.

I'm sure it's not much, and it's giving something very similar to Ars' heart right now. "

Again, Stu accepts the words that are poured in as they are because they are going because they are necessary this time, although it is also a word that feels roundabout.

(That's a pretty "big" thing for Ars, isn't it?)

There's no time. Even though they prefaced it, there was also something I wanted to dig in and ask.

Fortunately, the situation is glued in a state where Arsene is "waiting to accept the use of words she may not like" for Stu.

As for Ars, he asks Grandor to explain the mandala, but the big man with wings stretched out on his brown back tells him to calm down first.

Since Arsen plugged the word in there, the conversation will not proceed unless at least he communicates his "convincing" will in the present situation.

(Excuse me, I'll try to find the drop as soon as I can, so could you tell me about Ars' best friend?)

It occurred to me that while he was explained that he was "not Ars", for Stu, he was only Ars Trad.

I don't know the details, but when it comes to breaking up with a level of existence that is not strange to compare to "best friend," an angel who is inside me and lends his abilities is telling me.

Again, it's Ars, not Ars.

But it won't be possible without Ars in this world, so I need him. "

I didn't feel any delusion in the words that Arsen, who seemed to indulge in quite a few vocabularies, would convey in a cloudy manner.

(For Ars Trad, it's like "best friend")

It's right beside you, staring at the boy with the stern, empty eyes.

I think I lied to Ars at first.

When I first met him, he didn't exchange words, he was just wrong.

But the appearance was momentary, but I definitely watched.

("St Zaheto" just seemed like a really far off, "good brother")

I was unconsciously envious of the behavior of being able to endure the outfit (style) I wanted to wear without difficulty if I wanted to make a better impression, including about my brother.

So when we met again, I was naturally lying when I realized it.

- "Excuse me," I don't remember.

In the morning market in the accommodation district, when Ato got lost, he stares at the good young man again, thanking Lily for not having to look around because she "held him back".

I was still secretly sarcastic in my mind that I was different last night, not so old as myself, a good impression chunk.

Now I can admit that I just felt inferior on my own.

Very cute but strong eyes, and then a very sweet girl.

"Al...... brother, what's wrong?!"

And I definitely heard him calling, and I looked and remembered.

Though I was slightly surprised to have a rabbit stuffed animal, I understood that it was being carried for my sister immediately, and when I reunited, I saw Lily holding it and thought I was only a little bit good at not having my "reading" off.

But when I couldn't wipe the inferiority yet and they asked me to buy breakfast with them, I was in a hurry, honestly.

I can't believe I'm inferior, even the fine dust invited me in the way Ars didn't feel.

(At first, you wouldn't believe me if I told Ars that I was inferior)

Then "I had an edge," a connection I could only compare to, and I became friends with that good young man, and Shut was unbelievably breaking it himself.

But I also think that, because he's still a boy named "Ars Trad," he became friends with a sarcastic "kid" like himself.

I can't believe it's the beginning of a friend, Stu.

(Ah, yabe)

Taking consciousness of the phrase "Ars's best friend", I completely forgot that Arsen had lost his feelings.

"Heh heh heh, it's a really youthful worry and a grip, I just miss it.

But, Stu, if you say what you feel, don't you know better, Grandor?

"Why do you involve me there, as usual..."

Riding Arsen's "stream" of telepathy, Grandor's voice comes through, and Stu raises both eyebrows loudly and moves his expression.

However, because I rode a horned phantom beast horse or jumped up from the street to the heights, I put a sickle on my head with all the long foreheads that had been raised to become "butler apprentices", so I lightly relieve Ars, who is on my side, that the movement of my face is not distracted.

(My inferiority is what I don't have time to talk about now. Before we do that, let's talk about Ars's best friend.

Although Grandor was interested in the phrase "inferiority", he is concerned about the existence of his best friend, who does not grasp Ars's feelings better than his own.

However, Arsen's will was even more flowing in without worrying about such a boy's feelings.

Adults generally have the "past they want to erase".

Depending on the circumstances of exposure and the circumstances in which it is used, it can be an effective means of gaining "trust".

That's what our smart best friend said, isn't it, Grandor? "

"... whatever it is that involves me."

(No, you don't have to do that. I trust Grandor and Arsen enough.

As for Mr. Netsuerk, I believe him, but I can't say it clearly because there are incalculable places)

It's what they're forcing me to ask, but the only person who is Arsen's best friend is Netsuark, and the phrase "smart" is convincing.

What was he thinking when he was our age?

It's twisted, and I think he probably had more remarkable sarcasm in his mouth around the same age than Stu.

(Besides, when he was the same as me and Ars, our country was definitely about to be invaded, and heroes like Grandor and Arsen retreated, this time it was a natural disaster across the country and all over the world, and it was also quite a difficult time.

Maybe he was treated like a competent person in the country, and, according to Grandor, he kept his marriage young - oh, but)

He had a daughter-in-law, but he died under certain circumstances.

About our age, she's already married, and she's lost her wife.

The word marriage, and the feeling of "immeasurable" in a different sense, surfaced in the sht against Netuark.

And I can't think at all about the feeling of mourning the person I married, and I can see that my head refuses to think better.

But the thought of knowing purely how you feel about the loss also sprouts because it is now that you have dropped off your loved ones earlier.

'Eliphas, too, must know that his daughter-in-law died. It was just a terrible and pathetic story, so I think I can't help but tell my disciples. "

But even though it's not like I predicted it before, I get picked on the bud by the words Grandor told me when he first explained it to me.

(Even if I'm interested, this place gets really insensitive, and I know how "tough" it is.)

If you have separated yourself from Grandor's curiosity about the story of Netuark's companion, and have peered through the gap in your forehead at the presence of a hero that is public in the country, you are nestled in a way that unloads the abilities of an angel, unlimited in everyday life.

(The sage must be amazing, but I guess he can be a hero of the country because he can use the power of an angel for granted)

Now, with their presence as masters, the heroes also have the uncomfortable feeling of connecting with each other and the goodness of people.

On top of that, I reconsidered a guy named Netsuark.

(The husband of a man who was best friends with the heroes, Grandor and Arsen, a wise man, and who influenced his master.

So, turn into a rabbit, Lily, your daughter's guardian, my best friend's boss)

If I removed the "adult segregation" that I could carry from it, I was a fairly habitual person, unable to hang out with Netuark, and I also felt that the type of person was polarized and so.

I was provoked over a magic mirror and put on it.

"Sure, his head was clear and his guts were bent, but he also did what he typically did when he was 18.

Looks like you've already asked Grandor, but you've made love and married a crowd.

That's not what I'm talking about right now, but if you ever get involved in any way someday, I suggest you ask. "

I was surprised, to be honest with Alsen, who would tell him I would recommend asking.

(I thought they were going to say something like, "Don't ask her." Don't touch her. Isn't that what you usually say?)

As far as Stu thought, that seemed like an ancient wound that he didn't want me to touch for a person named Netsurk.

I know he's reading his thoughts, so frankly Stu brings his opinion to mind and looks at Arsen's reaction from a vision blocked by his forehead.

I don't know what way he died, but Grandor said "terribly sad stories".

If that sage wants you to hear it (which you'll never have), I don't think I should touch it.

"… So, Stu, your breakup with Eliphas has taken on that form, but you see the" encounter "as" unfortunate "?

(That's not true)

"Arsene, you're as extreme as ever, the..."

After Stu responded instantly, words that could also be heard in Grandor's groan continued.

And even more words flow.

"Alsen makes some unexpected remarks, not just about us seniors, but about the sometimes obnoxious thought circuit."

I immediately found out who it was with something familiar, but the atmosphere was different.

(Mr. Netuark's voice, but it sounds different when it comes to telepathy)

When I was a little girl, I used to play with my brother Ato. A voice that felt a little creepy and distant, like a "yarn phone".

And what do you mean "expensive"?

I just got the impression that there was no "youthfulness" like myself or Ars right now and the atmosphere of choosing words and mouthing them after the thought of Netsurk I knew Stu, but mouthing them as I thought they would.

"Did the angel of water have the power to make past memories flow?

I've never heard of it, so apparently the seniors were put out of their mouth when Arsen Padrick wasn't around.

Besides, is this the right time to talk to Stu or Ars on a regular basis? "

"Oh my God, these places are as eye-catching as ever, or calm. And if this story goes on, Maple's voice goes on immediately."

As Grandor said, immediately a new voice pours into the sht, just like the voice of the earlier young Netuk.

"Oh, that's not good.

I wonder if Arsene, a junior, could make up for what we can't do as friends and companions.

I can't wait to see what kind of "big deal" comes out of that pretty, pretty face. "

It was the voice of a woman who sounded very reliable, even in a caged state.

And most importantly, I've heard this voice before - but I gradually thought it was just very similar at the end.

One of the reasons I thought of it was that although the voice really looked the same, it was still "too soon" for Stu to say what he heard.

(Later, if you've heard about it in a few years, I'm sure I was mistaken for being Miss Lily.

This is the voice of Maple, Netsuerk's wife, isn't it?)

That was also Schutt's candid sentiment.

The only girl that comes to mind while listening is a fluffy hair with a light red color, with the same beautiful green color as Arsene, but with strong impressions.

However, the impression comes first and foremost that under the asylum of a rabbit sage, if the girl has grown up safely and become a kind sister, she is likely to say anything positive.

"If it came from us, it would be" Lily's voice resembles Maple's. "

… I have had little involvement, but I remember that the woman who hit Lily's mother was very similar to the quality of her voice.

It doesn't mean I never had an affair with Mr. Lily. "

To a few words like Alsen's supplement, which sounded like "Say no to Lily's birth parents," Schutt, who turns his mind, immediately follows.

(I know that sometimes there are circumstances in the world that I couldn't raise even if I wanted to.)

Due to illness and impeccable circumstances, I experience it all by myself to keep my child out of my own hands that my parents do not want to let go.

At least it was telling enough that the person who would become Lily's mother loved the girl very much, according to Netsuruk.

"I also had little contact with Maple's sister.

Apparently, I don't remember Lily's mother enough to let Alsen and Washi hear it. "

That's where I got a little while.

"I'm talking about an interesting being Lily's mother, but as things stand, I don't have the skill or the need to talk."

The idea floats among the three people who can exchange telepathies, and I understand that, although it is unfortunate, it is a process that should be separated.

(But I'm the one who should play the role of "dare not read the air" here)

Shuttle, who had no contact at all with the only person who would really be Lily's parent, changes the flow, turns off the tantrum during telepathic exchanges.

(However, I understand why Mr. Arsen would recommend that I ask Mr. Netuark about Mr. Maple.

At least for Master Alsen, Mr. Maple is just like Master Eliphas for me.

You can never forget it)

The person who stretched his wings out on his beautiful back, visible from the gap in his forehead, took the attitude of "adhesive state waiting for Shut's reply" without being distracted by the change in the inside by the teacher.

I wasn't feeling completely back, so I was looking at this one so that I could be supported by Grandor, who was equally stretching his wings back, and not breaking up waiting for Stu's reply as usual.

"Yes, I don't want you to think that it was unfortunate that we ever met.

It must have been the same for Eliphas and Maple. "

Even if the parting was for some reason, it only seemed to be handled from the presence of my beloved on the side where I could only see it.

And as soon as Arsen saw the scene of the earlier breakup between his best friend and his apprentice, he was thinking of new possibilities in relation to "that breakup" 18 years ago.

Just like when Stu was begged by Eliphas and his lover shot a silver bullet that was supposed to be a ring.

If, for any reason, "Maple asked Netuark to kill himself".

- For now, Arsen, that's not the time to think, even though there are no parties to it now.

Look, Stu's waiting for words, and it's time for the fallacy to stop working to keep Ars waiting forever, so hurry up. "

Even if it takes a form that cannot be passed down to Stu, I can still retain the idea that has been definitely passed down to my best friend, who is unloading the same angel's abilities.

That Alsen himself could have said.

But one day I decide to turn my consciousness back to Stu for something I have to ask.

My best friend's apprentice was in a state where he was anticipating some thought in Alsen, but now he was breathing air and waiting for his words.

I'm sorry, I'm an adult, but I'm not thinking about it.

I flushed it to Stu with the thought that I was just sorry that I could get into the water angel telepathy for not being able to move my expression so that Ars wouldn't distract me.

"Well, I've just regained consciousness, so I don't know what else to do, even if I'm usually a little slow in the head turning belly black."

Someone beautiful to Grandor's weird consolation moves his slightly green eyes behind his back supporting himself, and Stu manages to rule the bitter laughter only in his chest and floats a reply.

(Good, because unlike some unfaithful, unfaithful sage, Master Arsen thinks more about the pain than just being in the other person's shoes)

It was a sht who had previously publicly stated to Netsuerk that "I don't want adults to get lost," but since then, although it has been a short time, I had turned that theory over to the sage of color, thinking it was (really only a little) bad.

That was later met by former lord Ban Vinegar, the deacon's rock, who couldn't accept it, because he listened to his squire Klabel, to Martha, number six, about Cinellaria, Apricot's mother, and to "Julian Zaheto" and others.

All the adults in that story had not failed in their efforts to do what they could.

Adults face reality diligently as adults, and if you have seen some of them carry more hardship than you need to, you can't say "adults shouldn't get lost in front of their children" at least to Shto right now.

Now I just narrow my eyes a little in gratitude for that reply, and Arsen continues his earlier conversation.

"Stu, neither you nor Netuark will ever forget your loved ones, and you will keep them in mind as memories.

But I want you to take care of it. I don't want you to stay put.

It's always what I think. "

(I didn't mean to get into this...

But if I hadn't listened to this story, I might have avoided trying to remember it for a while)

By remembering, while appreciating the pleasant time I had with the person, I truly suffer from the fact that I will never see him again no matter how much I wish and strive.

(So, using the analogy like that means that Netuak is in a state where he's been in a lot of depth about Maple and his wife.)

Stu, who does not know "Dear Netuark and Maple," does not hesitate to ask.

If the boy around his head offered his will to someone who was unloading his mind on the capacity of an angel of water in a perfectly accustomed manner, let him do something very slowly in the blink of an eye, and I guess that's the reply that shows affirmation.

And those who replied were thinking back to the time when their best friend even admonished them to recall their memories with their loved ones, suppressed them, and witnessed their appearance and readiness to behave at the bottom of their hearts.

'Forget it, Alsen.

I was a "person," and if Arsene didn't care about me and lived happily with the rest of my loved ones, I'd be happier. "

On the first day I entrusted my goddaughter, Ars, when she looked like a rabbit, but once again had a connection with "outside," my best friend was determined to go out with the secular as a "rabbit sage" so that my niece could live a general life in this country.

However, it was also conveyed through the magic mirror that it had not been possible to forgive itself "Netuark Saxophone" at all.

It's just that the cause of Maple's loss is still unknown, and even if Alsen sees that "breakup scene," it's possible he came up with it earlier, reinforcing the idea that his best friend didn't have his partner in his hands, and returning back to Stu.

"As long as he's alive, if he doesn't really come to the point of necessity, he'll probably remain a dancer, personally.

However, if their information, including that of Maple, which is necessary to Lily, is based on the appearance of her guardian, the Rabbit Sage, she seems to be willing to look back. "

That was this "Robrow Agricultural Training" where I found out about Lily's growth, which she casually spoke to me from Rico on her way to the land.

Although only the identity of the wise man had not been made public and concealed Netuark's position, if Rico had talked about worrying about Lily's changing body growth, he said he had taken Lily's mother's fertility notebook out of a desk piled with books without any hesitation.

Arsen is pleased to hear that the notebook was kept by his partner as a "clue to Maple's sister" who was separated from him by natural disasters, so he listened to Rico while remaining calm.

Because I knew too well, I could only watch because I couldn't move. As for myself, even though I saw a verse that I was abandoning when I lost my sister-in-law, I was just keeping memorabilia, but it was classy.

And I was even more relieved to know that the sewing case of Netuark's gift to Maple, the tool he had come to this place and used by his partner, was also taken care of.

However, I was relieved that I had the idea of giving up Maple's things - my aunt's appearance to Lily sooner or later - but I still couldn't think of a word to say that it was okay.

Alsen continues to telepathize his feelings about his niece, including seeing that there is too much mercy, but also a mixture of unnecessary emotions there.

"The rabbit's appearance can be attributed to Netsuruk's own circumstances, but at one end of the spectrum it is also to heal the wounds that Lily suffered from her heart at a younger age in a progressive way.

"Rabbit Sage" like the one that appears in the gaga is admittedly very effective for girls who have once been swung away by adult circumstances and closed their hearts.

However, if Lily is as certain as she is now, this time it was abrupt, but I also think Netsurk is a good opportunity to reunite with people as a "family".

I know Maple, her mother, her sister, and I'm sure there's only one thing he can tell you. "

But in order to do that, first of all, Netuark as a person has to face his past.

And to Alsen's reply, which also sounds like Stu, Grandor flushes words between two people who are not meant to be cross spears, but who try to take a "forgetful stance on important beings" and gently draw attention to them.

"A name that comes up at a time like this may be a boulder maple or something.

Whether it's sht or alsen, it doesn't matter a lot not to forget your precious existence.

But don't pay attention to the person you remind.

Anyway, it reminds me that he's the one from Netuk. "

Then, exhale small.

Of course, that also passed to Ars waiting for the scene to move, and Grandor laughed at the look from his empty eyes showing his sturdy teeth.

"Besides, I don't know if Stu and Arsen are blocked from remembering what they were saying earlier, but they're going to stroke something that says a broken heart."

("Old wound"?)

Shto reacts to the word said, somewhat surprised that Grandor turns his grin towards Ars.

And Arsen realized that the feelings of "I don't want you to forget" and "I don't want you to forget" were too much ahead of him, and gradually sensed that what he was doing was actually caressing his best friend's old wounds more than once.

He draws on his old friend Netuark by analogy, among which is the wound Grandor suffered before he met his oldest friend.

"I'm sorry, Grandor.

Yes, because you had a real sister, you thought of Eliphas like a sister. "

As Stu was also struck by Alsen's words, he tabulates the movements he had enjoyed until then.

As information, I knew that someone named Grandor's sister had ties to Eliphas because of the assumptions he had made.

However, somehow consolidating the perception of "that's all", Eliphas became a close friend like family to Grandor and a mentor to Stu.

After telepathically flushing the words of apology, Arsen looks up at his best friend, who supports him, "overlooking" the person who made that edge conveniently interpret his situation and connects him.

Though he was caressed many times for his ancient wounds, Grandor continued to smile at the boy with the empty eyes.

"Well, I can't help it. Even if I've been dating for over 20 years, no one's ever met my" living sister. "

So, maybe it's better to remember my sister, who was bruised in such a way, and she remembered it with pain, but she also remembered. "

Although Grandor has no intention of forgetting himself, he still accepted Eliphas under conditions that do not apply if he is "similar to his dead sister".

If it's true, he's not here, but he's not "he shouldn't be."

"Arsen is right, I'm sure Eliphas, like his sister, is also a forgotten, truly disappearing being from this world, even soon, if he doesn't remember a being he cares about.

So I can't disagree with forgetting.

But also, "Forget it, there is a presence that makes you feel warm."

Just for a little while, look at the telepathy, including training, at Ars again at the end of the day.

Meanwhile, the boy, who was also the sage guardian of the rabbit, felt more lonely than he had been left behind, in addition to the sense of impatience in his chest, because of the "magic" that he could not do.

After being smiled at by Grandor but with empty eyes and looking lightly at someone other than myself who can telepathize anxiously, everyone sees no reason, but looks up to the big man who smiles at himself sorry, looking at his mentor.

"There's nothing to be depressed about, Alsen, if you care, move on.

The patient Ars would have been tired of waiting, and Stu wouldn't be offended if he used any words for analogy. "

With a reliable voice that undertakes all the anxiety and agony, he strokes his old wounds sporadically, but shifts his gaze to a beautiful best friend who was blocking that wound, even for me, and tells him to make it a word that he too can hear, as he labors Ars, who has endured silence for a long time alone.

"Even if it's filled with wonderful memories, and you don't blame yourself for the other person's death, what leads you to remember where your loved one died is" awful. "

But in a way, "if we don't forget that," even if we fail to choose the words, I think it's time for us to fix them if we're friends.

And Stu. "

Perform telepathic concurrency, conveying words to Ars, while at the same time becoming a delicate task that does not connect to the larger Grandor of the body as an image in the medium.

"As for Maple, the events that are giving this Ars a sense of impatience - because if even hospitality is definitely over, there will be a chance to ask Netuark.

Even if you don't like it, you'll go back to "The Rabbit Sage," so I'll catch you and give you a chance.

So when you hear what Maple was doing, you should feel what Eliphas, a caretaker unlike Mercenary Eliphas Zaheto, learned from his friends.

Lily saw him in Netuk, so it's time to face him. "

Against his old friend, Stu managed to smile with a degree of bitterness that raised the edge of his mouth to the telepathy of a narrative that was as far-fetched or unforgiving as ever, far from the Houhan.

The conversation between Grandor and Stu also ended, and Arsen lowered his gaze and closed it deeply.

And stay away from your best friend's hand, which is attached to your hips so that you can support it, and stand on your own.

Once I was aware of the six feathers stretched out on my back, the Spirit of the Wind supported my body and was lighter than my own body, which I usually boast.

(I don't think you've ever been aware of wings to move like this, even if you've become an angel to amplify your magic power, not forgetting the feeling of descent in training.)

Besides, in Arsen's chest, an angel presiding over water who had nothing to say before, even when he descended, was still feeling relieved to see his godson with a frog of the same color on his head with the same golden hair.

(As I thought of Ars as my brother, so did the angel of the water, who looked like a boy younger than himself, I guess)

- But because I did not rely, I consulted those who were exotic gods, who are now on the earth made by your best friend, who was responsible for Uriel's abilities, and fell together.

Arsene slowly opened her eyes and smiled at her goddaughter, who believed in herself and was staring at her.

The heart of the water angel looks over Alsen's sight and flushes his desire "this time I want you to listen to me for sure".

Alsen, though, accepts the feeling of an angel of water, but he's not going to put it on the table.

(Ars is Ars.

For as my will as your vessel is, so is the will as the vessel of the angel of the stars, so is my godson.

And as a vessel, Ars only puts a bullet on once with the fallen)

Arsene stares straight at the boy who feels Gabriel's still complaining about something and becomes his best friend standing beside his godson.

(The best friend of the Star Angel vessel is a disciple of you and my best friend Eliphas.

I'm sure he'll support you as the boy's best friend, the vessel of the star angel)

- Eliphas.

Listening to that name, Arsene and Gabriel recall was a goddess who grinned exactly the same gently.

From there, once again, the water angel feels he has returned to silence, and then Arsen opens his mouth wide with a beautiful, neat but harsh look that reminds Ars of the time of the instructor, even though he looks like an angel.

"Okay, Ars, sorry to keep you waiting so long.

I had a lot of time to think about it, and I exchanged words with you, Stu, and Grandor.

However, your sense of impatience still seemed most appropriate as an analogy, "after the festival."

If Arsen says so clearly, Ars just nods a little, opens his eyes and hesitates to open his mouth, as does the sht beside him.

"" After the festival "is the end of this situation, and you say that you are in a hurry or in a hurry, Master Arsen?"

Ars himself has a strong image of the term "festival" as a common "fun object".

But if the feeling at the end of it is said to be the sense of impatience that we are now visiting Ars, it is only confusion.

"Sure, if you thought" normally "of the word festival, you would.

But as a part of the festival, what do we do for our days, Ars Trad?

If Arsen had changed his tone from what he had taught at school because of nature and the military school, Ars would return to his feelings at that time so that he could be caught as well.

Find the problems you have been given and the ideas you seek by choosing the ones you have experienced to accompany you.

The answer is a simple word, a sentence that involves a word to convince the other person, or different each time.

And what is required this time is "a word that answers Arsen's questions, but that Ars himself can be convinced of".

"- Just a little, let me give you a hint.

"Alus the new soldier," you have only once, but you served as a soldier with a brief guard for the ceremony of the seasonal festival of Cerisanseum.

How was it then?

Even more perplexed by the sudden hint, the honest boy immediately thought of the time and kept his mouth open.

"Well, at that time, I put on my first ceremonial uniforms and outfits, and still, I felt like I was at a festival around me, and still, the instructors said," It's my first soldier's job, "so I did my best."

Tense and guarded, the people nevertheless glamored at the seasonal festival, watching it during the mission.

Eventually, with the passage of time, it became clear that the yang leaned a lot, while remaining nervous, that it would "end safely".

- Almost, you're done.

I was in as a soldier and I "missed" the end as it approached, even though I had absolutely no elements to enjoy.

I don't have a guard job until the next season festival anymore, and if I was assigned to a department away from the King's Capital, I wouldn't experience it at least at a time when I could call myself a rookie.

Besides, there's no synchronization of military schools, just being together as a trainee, and with the same face, I can't form a unit like this.

I've spent the same amount of time and time with my companions for the second time. It's supposed to be "the same" every day, but it feels like it's the only thing that stays dark and left in time and shapeless objects.

But it's not something I can catch up to, and that time is "over".

We will never be able to meet the things that we were meeting at that time forever.

Oh, is this it?

- Pattin.

There's a sound that I can play that I'm also familiar with a lot, and I turn to the audio source, an empty eye.

(- Lord Sage)

"Sarasu, it's you, Ars."

The unheard voice, though not a sound, echoes in Ars' head, spraying a little bud in the boy's heart named "Confidence that derived the right answer".

I was raising my head so much that the demon of the wise man on my head accidentally jumped, as linked to that bud. Then, I played my finger and my beautiful mentor looked in trouble and smiled.

"Excuse me, Als. Your escort imitated what appeared here."

Alsen apologizes in good taste for finding a disappointment like a cloudy sky in his empty eyes.

And the apologized person is also greatly ashamed that he has turned a little discouragement on his beloved mentor.

I don't even want you to apologize.

The disappointment that floated was as if to sweep, and if he shook his head to the left and right, he sat in a good mood on the boulder's head, and the user demon frog was also flown from the center by centrifugal force, and stopped straight to Ars' right shoulder.

A conversation ensues with Arsen, who is surprised and does not wonder about it in any way, about his trust in the rabbit sage who was growing up unaware of it by Ars himself.

"But if that wise man was here, I'm sure he played his finger the same way where Ars got to the answer.

That way, though that one never spoils it, it's clever to guide it in the way it was in its presence.

I'm staying in the army and I'm ripe for the role of instructor, but that's an extension of the imitation of the sage you're guarding. "

The big brown man beside Alsen, who said so, had a slight "yearning," was only a little jealous in his successful chest.

But it's also a really small thing, and such a place is certainly an unsuitable field for Grandor McGaffin, so it's a part of being jealous but also acknowledging the strength of an old friend named Netsurk.

And the angel of the earth on his inner side, the only four great angels, who have not shown up in this world, even if he feels reminded of the angel of the wind, asks casually.

("Angel of the Wind," was that a good guide?)

By the time an old friend of mine, a "lover" named Maple, was in this world, he was remarkably compatible, unloading the angelic abilities of the wind onto his body, with a strength that he could not help but criticize as "cunning," an operation that seemed somewhat impossible, was also carried out during the defense of the invasion 18 years ago.

In the case of Netsuruk, both Uriel, who has the will while entrusting his abilities to Grandor, and Gabriel, who assimilates Alsen, were still brilliantly using the abilities of the Angel of the Wind.

(No, not that I was using it. -)

It was the two beings, connected by some irreplaceable "bond", who both seemed to be fighting together.

(Thinking about it, there was nothing like it when I was dancing with Lord Apricot on a blood contract.)

I don't mind the Grandor of the vessel having such feelings. The earthly angel immediately replied whether Gabriel was in a good mood because he was beside him.

- If you're smart or bad, all you have to say is good guidance.

- I just don't like serious and heavy topics, that's when I ran away.

- Only, the angel of the stars "casually" pruned the anxiety within the beginning.

Well, thank you.

Taking a breath of Arsen and spreading just a few of the six wings slowly swayed the sprouts of the earlier pruned autumn cherry blossom as Grandor drew a brief stream of stories with the soil angel that was casual.

Whether it's for the spirits of the wind sent out of the wings of the water angel, the pleasant cold strokes the skin of Ars and Shut.

"But it's still an imitation, and even if it can be done quite well, there are failures.

This time it looks like Ars was unintentionally similar enough to make a mistake, so let's just say it's good.

Well, when it comes to resembling that infidel, infidel escort, there are some things I think I need to change as a gentleman... "

Then he kicked the earth at height, and spread his wings further, and the spirits of the wind worked, and let Arsen's body float into the universe.

Move the distance, which would otherwise require dozens of steps, in the form of wings of six blades just once, in one step of motion, and descend before the godchild.

Although he was a mentor and not a mentor, he had the same feeling that he was "beautiful" as when he first met him.

If I recall once again the wonder that such a beautiful being holds my mouth with myself as normal, the sense of impatience that comes to my mind is only slightly diminished.

"Now, as it should have been with Ars, the Palace of the Eye and Lord Robrow are" entertaining "those who are not strange to be wrapped up in the" after the festival "impatience so that they do not feel that way.

Though not at ease, you still haven't noticed the feeling of saying you're lonely as the end draws near, like Ars is holding.

But when you realize it, there's no guarantee you'll be able to live with that loneliness. "

"Mr. Belzebub feels the same way about himself?

Strictly speaking, there's something different, but I dare you, Arsen nodded.

(But if you change your mind, this is like finally meeting someone and pushing a terrible sad tale of pulling a clue from their beloved being at their convenience.)

So if you have become yourself, take on the role of being the protagonist of a picture book that is neither tragic nor strange to analogize, so that at the end of the day there is little hope in existence.

"- Shall I then explain Ars' eagerness to listen to the bipartite mandala (Ryumunda) carried out by Lord Eeyore and Lord Apricot?

That will calm Ars' mind and also fog his sense of impatience.

And together, Mr. Ars, if you call him Mr. Belzebub, "Travel," let's drop him off. "

Just about a month ago, just like when I sent my godson to the rabbit sage, I stroked the same blonde hair - there would be hospitality, to the gorge, with beautiful green eyes.