Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Oh, I made a brilliant decision on the moves I purposefully eliminated from my body art books (text)."

Involved in the production of physical arts textbooks for military schools, the person who ruled out that "good and bad children, ordinary children, gentlemen and women are not moves to do" was impressed and divulged his sentiments.

Autumn cherry blossoms blooming on an octagonal earth "decided" by Apricot's appearance in this world as a vessel for the tall man, spreading in grandeur.

Netuark moves to the street side of the octagonal earth while retrieving his hand-held throwing knife so as to circle around Apricot and Baalzebul, which are like falling together.

And when I returned all the knives to my nostalgia, I observed the course again in a way that turned my back on the heights, with the Ars and the others, the guards of old friends and "rabbit sages".

Earlier, when the woman lord of this land, who is the "determined" one, moves after the big move, be agile - align the tips of both legs, turn on the recoil and jump up.

Until then, he had decided on his moves, and the legs he was wearing around his neck in that recoil were off shortly after he clashed the Baalzebul that was manifesting in this world through his grandfather's body into the octagonal earth.

Only, since it was the first time that only information was available and it was practiced, the reception could not be cleverly taken, and Apricot herself falls on her back, scattering massive autumn cherry blossoms.

Then Lord Robrow makes Baalzebul, which remains just fallen, to be sandwiched in the center of the octagonal earth, and stands in the front of the wise man of the colour.

Behind it lies the rocky walls of the valley, which is also a specialty of the land, as it delimits the forests visited by Stu.

Including on the back, he felt "separated" and told himself not to be distracted, even though the proud sites of the territory he would still pay as lord were purified.

However, the lord is facing this situation relatively seriously, whereas the helper on the front is also thinking about the body technique decided by Apricot, with the knife's hands on his thin lips.

"The moves I just used, for a type like me who specializes in small, instantaneous body surgery, are not effective moves.

How did you get it off the military school books?

As one of the purely floating questions, if asked, Netsurk points his sharp, tinted eyes over a lens of round glasses, while also raising eyebrows of the same color.

Apricot's hair, which had not been watched because she had risen safely, was slightly accustomed and upside-down due to the remnants of a major body surgery.

Before I left my niece, if this person has a bent personality, if the woman is "messy hair" for a reason, I'd leave her alone until I realized it myself, but now I'm worried about boulders.

If you pointed your long fingers at your fluffy hair, Apricot immediately realized that she was "your wife".

I try to get it done right with my hands, but I can't get it right inside.

It also seems that when I moved here from the street before that, I stuck my face in the gorge to deceive my crying face and soaked it, causing it to get wet.

I have used the ability of the Spirit of the Wind to set up the earlier major moves while my hair was wet and to gain momentum, and it seems that it has dried upside down from the roots, and I can't help but suppress it through my fingers.

"I don't have a choice..."

With that said, from the nose where the finger is removed from the mouth and the knife is removed, remove the object that encloses something, embroidered with "Narcotic Leaf" on a red cloth that beautifully fits the big hand.

Then he glanced at the Baalzebul lying on his back so that he could still be buried in the autumn cherry blossom blossoms of the octagonal earth, then drew loose radiation in the form of letting it pass over him, and threw it.

Due to the lack of weight, although there was momentum thrown, it reached places with apricots, albeit influenced by some strong winds in the valley.

The disturbed hair lord was gently jumping and catching brilliantly.

The identity of what is wrapped in that red cloth is landed, while the tools delivered within it grasp the moment they are in the hands of the lord of the land that is making the country.

"Well, Lord Netsuerk, whatever the" brush "is, I'm surprised you're carrying these tools for familiarity."

What Apricot said was that he found himself mouthing a "brush" to fix his hair when he looked like a rabbit, and Netuark, with a bitter laugh, pointed again at his fluffy hair, which was colored.

"For once, I have difficult hair. Plus, I sometimes lean against the wall for the work pattern" Stand Up ".

My best friend worked on tools for my hometown because of my habitual hair quality immediately. "

At the same time as the explanation ended, Apricot carefully and carefully took out, for a large amount of miscellaneous character, a carving of maple and bamboo in the form of a relief from the red cloth that came from Netuark.

The pattern of the maple leaves of the sculptor applied to the sculpture and part of the eye of the sculpture are filled with garnet, which can be found in quite expensive categories.

(At the same time, the protection of the Spirit of Fire is not deliberately carved or patterned with a crest (symbol) in the garnet, so that the effect is enhanced without concern.)

Although it is in the "rough" that the ornaments to be worn are protected by witchcraft, when it stands out, "in this world of peace…" and the "fashion" is flowing in a country of peace, assuming that it is only rough, even Apricot is not very interested in such things.

Meanwhile, Netuark, who lent his money, had begun to explain more politely after Lobo's female lord made sure he spotted whether magic and craftsmanship considerations had been taken into account.

"Although the design is lovely, it is also very good for straightening hair, no matter how rough it is, because it is stained with Tsubaki oil, and it provides protection for the Spirit of Fire at the same time."

For the "owner" of the just, the apricot laughs bitterly even though it still only appreciates its performance as a tool, doesn't really touch the beautiful decorations in the corners, and can only be conveyed emphasizing the part of the role.

"Well, then, thank you for your time."

If I tried to use it that way, if I combed my hair that I felt was habitual from the roots even if it was either cosy or tense, I went through it amazingly smooth, without hooks or anything.

I can assure you that it's groundbreaking for an apricot that doesn't even go as far as the head of a bird's nest, but when the sleeping habits are terrible, ask Martha in the kitchen number 9 to make a hot steaming towel, or give up and wake up and head to the bathroom to prepare the sleeping habits.

"It's really convenient and amazing."

At first I was impressed by the beautiful fine workmanship applied, but now I was just as impressed by the performance that the sage had, just as it honored its user-friendliness.

(Sure, if you tasted the sense of use, the shaping of the shapes would be the "second" thing to praise...)

I can imagine Apricot if the performances were great, the decorations were simple, or if, as I thought earlier, there was an overtly spiritual crest, and I must have felt "a little bit more."

(Based on that, if you gave this to him, you thought about making it and gave it to Lord Netsuerk.)

I still can't deduce what kind of relationship a sage's best friend has, but I can think of it as a kind of daily necessity that I gave away after being concerned that the reputation of "Netsurk Saxforn" would not go down.

By that time, Apricot had thought of someone who had finished combing his hair with a single shade and felt very close to nature in the presence that the sage of color called his best friend.

If you have ever seen a portrait of the previous generations of lords and wives decorated in the former lord's mansion, Apricot's hair through the plantation will be wrapped up so beautifully with luster that it reminds you of the lady depicted there.

And I think of the position of the Lady just as depicted in the portrait, with Apricot in his hand, overlaid with the companion of the helper who lent it to me.

(My truly beloved wife - although I have used the sewing tools of Mr. Maple's shapes to reassure my best friend Lord Padrick, who knew nothing, I left them in a safe place to never damage them, although I intend to collect them later)

My grandmother, Karin Vinegar, was removed from fighting "because it's important" from the beginning, and was entrusted with leaving a message in this safe area in case there wasn't one.

(Whatever happens to it, it's a gift from my best friend, I don't hesitate to give it to my nostalgia, and even if it threatens to break, I still won't let it go.)

Whatever happened, I didn't leave my dependency, and the shadows were also called "swords," the existence of my grandfather's butler.

While keeping both as "important," one tries to protect them from ever contaminating and hurting, while the other takes them along their own path, even if they wear mud or get hurt.

Because it's important, do you walk away from yourself to protect it?

Or, because it's important, you won't let it go because you don't mind hurting each other, even if they do?

(When this happens, you don't know what "important" means.)

I can manage to laugh at the fact that two or both of the wise men that Apricot knows are dealing with something similar.

"Something strange or warm?

Apparently, even from the gap between her neat and straight forehead, the laughter she was enjoying had been immediately read by a wise man who specializes in gathering information.

"Even if it did, it's something I only know by my personal values.

Besides, it seems I have a lot of rudeness when I say a few things that I just thought about, so I'm going to keep my mouth shut.

I don't want to be confused with Lord Netsuruk like he said he would be if he came here, there, and fell.

Well, I'm not going to. "

I know that Baalzebul has a long body so that it can be wrapped up in blooming autumn cherries.

But buried and covered in the elongated stems and leaves of autumn cherry blossoms, and even if you can see the tips and the hands and toes of the shoes, you can't see their faces from the sides of both Wonder and Netsuark and Apricot.

But the fact that it doesn't move immediately doesn't make it seem like the person who lays Baalzebul in the center of the octagonal earth would wake up.

However, Apricot reminds me that when my "grandfather" was still in this world for the minute I couldn't see his face, he fell asleep in the field.

Of course he is my grandfather, but his impression of being a "sage pean vinegar" is still intense in his memory.

(I guess the fact that there are two people close to me who are sage is really a valuable experience)

And I'm sure you won't find a presence in this world that sympathizes with such an experience.

(Even if it were, I wouldn't think that the similar choices made by Lord Netsuruk and your grandfather were as "strange and interesting" as I felt)

So I went back into the red cloth with certainty, thanking my best friend for self-completing and getting my hair done, which seemed boring to me, and for letting me carry it to the sage of color.

"And thank you so much for lending me this convenience.

I don't know what's going to happen, but I really appreciate the fact that I was able to prevent my hair from falling upside down at the end of this situation. "

Apricot does not slowly draw radiation like a sage of color, but quickly throws it horizontally in a straight line and returns it.

Again, even after passing over Baalzebul, there was no movement, and he took a delivery of the red cloth in his hand so that it was sucked into the big hand at the tip of Netuark's straight extended arm.

"Oh, yeah, let me finally say something about" brushing the eagle, "which is part of the work of a pretty witch girl."

The chest of the coat was gently raised, not at an angle that made the ends of the mouth appear to be visible and provocative as usual.

Perhaps if an old friend had seen it, Netourk told Apricot about the "brush situation" by creating a wrinkled face that could have been done by gently keeping an eye on him as a guardian, like looking at something incredible at first.

"So if you have the brush, it's definitely in the travel bag I brought you."

Just let it ride in a flirtatious breeze, just in case you don't hear that connection in the ears of the "Rabbit Sage Guard Knight Boy" at height, as always, I pay attention to the words.

"He was doing it for me once every two days," if he left. "They'll brush him fast. Hey.

It's just the end of the season, so it's pretty out. "

Apricot pinches realistic words, while recognizing that the tone of thinking and speaking of the girl who will be his own niece is gentle and gentle, but slightly ill-intentioned.

"Before we do that, maybe we should do something about the shoulder wounds, the" out-of-mind belly "wounds on the back, before the witch girl finds us.

Even if the fingernail marks on the back can be misrepresented by the "beautiful nobleman scratched me because my back was itchy", the shoulder wound cannot be misrepresented.

No matter how "moffy" you are, if it's that big of a scar, if it's brushing, you'll soon notice the anomaly of your loved ones. "

"If you help me" delude "there, I'll make one" loan, "so I was wondering if you could do something about it?.

It's just, "I stumbled upon it when I was investigating in Robrow, without worrying more than necessary in the form of failure, and I'd like to if I could do that."

"Well, that's going to continue earlier, but I want you to tell me why you took that move off the books.

Depending on that response, I'm going to stick with the witch girl to the point where she doesn't have to worry. "

From the gap of the forehead, lustrously wrapped together by passing through, the eyes, which may be described as "adorable" in the construction of a small face, are shaped as they deserve to be described as sharp, and from a place nestled at both ends of the octagonal earth.

"Hmm, I'll lend you" two, "so I was wondering if you could hang out with the delusion..."

Although I don't mind making more than one "loan," Apricot narrows her eyes even more, even though it shows a difficult color as to why she really didn't put it in the textbook.

"If you say so much, the" lending "suggestions in the corner. What...

Personally, it's a good loan. Honestly, it's not all Netuark Saxophone, but I think it's pretty good to talk about what you need to do. "

As soon as Apricot put it in his mouth like that, he instantly turned what seemed like a gentle wrinkle with the feeling of thinking of his niece until now, and the end of his mouth moved from top to bottom.

"That's what you can't do, I can't believe an adult who turns bright blue every time he sees a blade and throws it back up for sure if he grips it.

And because I'm curious about my age, I'm sure I'd be interested if I saw that. "

Replying yes, he put his arms around him as if to show his heart's feelings and refuse, looking back at Apricot.

"I can't tell you about people, but when it comes to me, it's a twisted story."

I'm not talking to each other to have a fight, I can tell, so it's just a sharp way of putting it, and I'm not caged in emotions.

It just looks like you're arguing when you look at it from the side.

"Besides, I'm not saying there's no curiosity or dust there, but it's" kind, "so I think I'm curious.

So, I don't really ask why, but I can easily imagine how cute and tenacious he is when he says, "I wonder if we can do something to make Master Netuk lose his nausea!"

If you hear that, keep your arms together and raise only one eyebrow. Furthermore, Netuark replies with a mockery of himself.

"So, if a pretty girl relied on the adults around her to help her get to know her, what could have led her to the scary story of a hero killer?"

"... you can't deny that."

Apricot, who has become overwhelmingly accustomed to the malicious over the good intentions of men, accepted the opinion lightly.

"Even if you know it, sometimes it's not the time for a lot of feelings, and you accept it out of the blue.

Sometimes in adolescence, you think about cleanliness, so depending on how you know, you may not be able to take it back. "

To Apricot's speed of emotional switching, Netsuark sharply added "heat" to the gaze that would make him peek from his lustrous hair at Russia if he had turned his self-derision into a bitter laugh, opening his lips that were completely falling off.

"Well, I'm going to back down here too, so why don't you tell me why you didn't put it in a book you didn't want to talk about, as much as you can make two loans?"

Furthermore, it shifts its sharp gaze to a baalzebul that does not make it microscopic, and asks questions with arms in the same way as Netuark.

"Besides, it would certainly be dangerous depending on how you take it -.

I don't suppose you're here, Lord Baalzebul.

I would have kept enough time to hold it back, why, can't you get up?

"- What, thanks to the shock that struck me on this earth, the memories of the person who served as my vessel, even in relation to the present situation, that had been cherished by the back popped up.

I watched it because it was a little interesting and fun.

If that's the case, I'll keep watching it because I'm having a lot of fun talking about it. "

From Apricot's words, if only a few moments have elapsed, a serene voice echoes from the place buried in the cosmos in the heart of the octagonal earth.

Then slowly Baalzebul opened his wrinkle-covered lid and looked up to heaven.

You don't have to move your head. You have your right hand - if you've turned it in the direction, you can sense that there's a sage of colour on the west side and an apricot on the other hand.

"Perhaps right now, both parts of Mandala are in the same state. Now, what should I interpret?"

Reminds me to rebel (solder) memories that I had just found in the back.

"Uh." The Vajra Mandala...

It represents the structure of this world, united like crystals without waste ".

So, "Fujizo Mandala.

I wonder if the will of beings to protect this world expresses a world of "love" that, while penetrating everything, gently envelops "…"

The presence of the vessel superimposes and contemplates the present with the memory it cherished.

(In this case, I wonder which is which.)

With that in mind, he moves his long arm, which was spread on his back to the letter "large", and Baalzebul gets his hands on his blue coat chest.

From there, he takes out the ancient magic picture book, which is his "temporary abode," and lifts it up and looks up to heaven, and puts his words out of his mouth covered in white beards.

"Knowledge and a record of calendars that people have recognized are interesting, but the memories associated with the experience are still brilliant and excellent as information.

I don't know what inspired the lady's earlier moves, but she came out almost prototypically, even though she would have been in the depths now.

Besides, I meant to see it all the way through, but I never saw it at all, the days of serenity itself for this vessel "

To the two standing in such a way as to pinch the Baalzebul, mouth it as if to recite the story so far in an autumn cherry blossom flower garden where the expression is still invisible, and stretch it straight with momentum with the hands and arms on which the picture book was raised.

Then the picture book, which is also a "temporary residence", had been picked at the fingertips of definitely stretched arms until halfway through, but the stems and leaves that become the fundamentals of the blooming autumn cherry blossoms become an obstacle, leaving Baalzebul.

By the time its hand was on the earth again, the old and splendid picture book itself had become a form of support by allowing it to float in the universe in a manner entangled in stems and leaves.

It also seems a little abusive, but "it doesn't matter" gives the atmosphere to the lord and the wise man standing there trying to pinch the existence that was God in ancient times.

"If all these days were like the one I've seen, the man who became the vessel of Noh would not have needed the power to do so, even if he had learned of the existence of the" Prime Minister of Hell "or" King of God at height. "

However, I would have used my power purely so that I could serve the Lord "

If you've spoken that far, the autumn cherry blossoms growing near the head of Baarzeble shake.

It was only a matter of shaking a thin red petal, but it was conveyed that an ancient god with white hair turned his head in the direction of having a boy who would be an angel vessel that he had ordained to be the Lord.

"- Though I thought it was something that possessed all of Mr. Locke's memories, it wasn't."

In the air, such as to be delayed by sentiment, a sage of colour speaks words that sound innocent, depending on how he feels, as he opens his mouth.

In his questioning with Lord Robrow, he loosened the arm he had assembled to fit in, and his long fingered hand rested on his mouth again, especially his long indexed finger, which was accompanied just to cover his lips.

I don't know if it looks like Baalzebul falling on his back, but the will to "let me hear it carefully because I'm not going to pinch words in your thoughts" seeped out of the way.

If you are being asked to talk about one side, the western direction - there is a boy named Ars Trad, who again moved his head looking up at the high altitude place at the top of the valley named Robrow - was found in the way the autumn cherry blossoms rocked.

"Well, I started touching the memory of the existence that became the vessel of this Non, either as a" need for me as a knowledgeable being "or as a starting point when I didn't know if it was secret or forbidden.

Therefore, in the presence of "Deacon's Lock", information from around the area before the calendars are returned to people is predominant.

Although the memory of the "Four Heroes of Peace", known as the "Calendar of Man", mimicking his appearance, assisted by Peen Vinegar, remained clear, it was nevertheless like reading an illustrated cliché with a very polite note.

As far as memory is concerned, it can be heard separately from sounds and visually colors, but something like a thin veil that cannot be crossed.

It's very close, but you can never touch it forever.

That's why I'm so surprised at the encounter with the past, a blow I took from my "granddaughter," and the record that was behind me was like "I've been experiencing Baalzebul myself".

Above all, I was surprised because "the voice of my husband" and his wife's voice, even though they were memorable, did not pinch anything like before, but felt as clear as they had immediately heard. "

- Hey, rock to lord, which is right?.

- In the meantime, let's choose who the baby seems to be in a good mood.

Such a voice to think about and think about the other person was really comforting and overheard trying to bury her body inside an autumn cherry blossom flower garden.

"- Hey, Lord Netsuerk!

So it seems that Apricot can't enjoy it, so he plugs in the words, and the dialogue between Baalzebul and Netuark is forced to be interrupted.

Turn the finger that was on your lips straight to the back of your head, the usual kind of trouble - tangle your hair in your long fingers and scratch the place.

"Lord Apricot, the moves I did coincide with, somewhat out of my own mind, may not be interesting if things had moved, though I might be concerned.

Now if I could, I would have liked you to be a little more patient ~ "

While slightly seeping through the teasing's condition, and without deluding the sentiment of "I wanted you to remain silent," Netuark turned the hand that had accompanied his back of his head forward and put his arms together as he sharply narrowed his tinted eyes from the back of his round glasses.

Apricot, who is on the "opposite bank" of the octagonal earth between the Baalzebul falling on one side of his back, is not arm-wrapped, but puts his hand in the form of a fist, with his hand on his hips, which he broke the contract of blood earlier, with his chest stretched considerably.

The gesture creates a willingness to "when this happens, until I hear a convincing story, I'm not going to back down".

(This way, the stubbornness of what you want to know, or the fact that you seem to have strong assumptions, may be derived from Karin Vinegar that she is Lord Apricot's grandmother)

I thought that Apricot Vinegar's personality and talent in general belonged to my grandfather, Pean Vinegar.

However, the fine and beautiful embroidery that was applied to the cloth bag that houses the amenity tools that showed my niece, and the health that continues to admire only one "traveller's brother" who met a young child, were associated with the behaviour of Pean's partner, although to a lesser extent a glimpse was traced to the blood contract.

However, if Apricot looked more commonly at the gift of his grandfather in physical arts and witchcraft, Karin Vinegar's qualities became obscure in the sense that it was for obvious and easy to understand reasons.

(Exactly the same, isn't it?)

And in response to the unevenness between Netuark, who tries to talk after a paragraph, and Apricot, who wants to know immediately, I am also convinced that there was no mistake in the earlier treatment of unlocking the magic of the "blood contract".

(If I could, I personally think Lord Apricot should ask why from the root of the "cause" that I didn't put in the textbook.)

Without moving his gaze, he is conscious of the rear "above" the woman who will be the lord of this land looking to Netuark, but the time has not yet come when the wise man is "waiting".

I had no choice but to tell her, even though I didn't want to have too much as a friend for once, I mixed my sighs and exhaled out of my nose small.

(Also, maybe a little bit in terms of values is the same place I was when I was a little young.

But what I saw as "calm down" might also be a favor that was blunting my mind with the ban)

In addition, even if the advisor had a brilliant butler who assisted his father, Van Vinegar, in his role as "lord" until the time of the investigation into the murder of the nobleman, he also appreciated that he had done a fine job as a Netsuruk individual.

When I was 28 the same age as Apricot today, it was just the most "stubborn" time since I became a rabbit.

My niece, who was born into this world through various backgrounds, was allowed to grow on hand for the reason of being a "wise man" rather than as an unconnected "uncle" of blood for only two years.

If two years have passed since birth, "I wish Lily happiness" so that it can be taken in the form that Netsuark is also convinced, since it has been determined that he can grow even in general life without being at the disposal of a wise man, let go.

"Netuark Sachsfawn" since he left his niece correctly "fled to work".

Regardless of the "rabbit sage," the evaluation of the work done without bringing in any emotions, as fairly and quickly as the "rabbit sage" ear, and possibly as apricot vinegar at this time, increased significantly.

(Well, in my case, the prohibition made my mind dull, not for good reason, but because I wasn't sure I was going to raise Lily for her happiness, so I let it go, and I was just stubborn)

And that "stubborn" worrying "tsuke" was made the head of the newly reorganized object as a force with the retirement of a few people who were mostly elderly.

- Put yourself in a position to bind people, and I don't care how cold your heart is, but keep enough room for your emotions to be available.

The same "tyrant" for the first time, he is pressed into his role as a friend and king without even asking about his circumstances as a wise man in Netsuruk.

However, it was a good opportunity to spare myself that somehow the king's impossible challenges were pushed together, that he would be in tune with them, that he would overcome them, and that his best friend, the brown and beautiful, who would undertake the role of hero of the country, would not object at all to Netuark becoming in charge.

I want to say no, and if I can, I don't want to see people as an extension of intelligence, or expose them.

However, I do not have the courage to take refuge until I have abandoned the country of Selisanceum, where my niece is, so I will king the reply, which I accept but undertake.

A king with purple colors only in his left eye, who can pick up and read the hearts of those who are also able to concede his mother (from us), was first introduced to the two deputies when he found that there was no falsehood in taking on.

Rodley Mind, nephew of Chancellor Tuberose Borij, was very adorable as a godson, even though he had no affection for Maple, who was first of all the companion of Netsuerk.

A handful of people who respect Tuberose, the prime minister and uncle, and despise from the bottom of their hearts the "hero-killer hero" who is not a rumored area, who allegedly took Maple's life, even though his uncle and his wife were adorable.

"You have gone on to become deputy secretary in order to make Ms Maple Iberis' lover unhappy and harmless any longer, or to watch on behalf of her old uncle."

Clearly put out in words and told.

The appearance of proclaiming the word to Netuark, who became captain of the Eye-ear, was really very similar to Tuberose, who took over the role of prime minister after Anglekham Padrik died suddenly in an accident, even though blood should not be connected.

After the matter of mourning Maple, the only gaze of hatred aroused me as the very few exchangers who knew the circumstances exchanged restless gazes at Netsurk, who was stuffed to the mouth and returned to the king's capital, restrained to confusion and not to bite off his tongue.

"Why didn't you die, why did the kind Maple lose his place from this world and you, the unmanned, remain in this world? Netuark '

The mind, confused by the loss of its partner, settled in wonder with its cold and honest "authenticity".

Not everyone is sorry for Netsuark Saxfawn.

As a tool to protect the country, he felt sincerely sorry for the loss of a kind woman (one), the companion of a talented Netuak, and quietly assumed that it was the reality that he was sparing.

And on top of that, "Maple died from this world with the weapon he loved to use," recalls the sight and her wishes before her heart broke.

"Netsurk, my, last favor, will you listen to me? You're just me.

In the words he put out in his mouth, the Chancellor perceives that he has calmed down, even if the "hero killer hero" does not regain his sanity.

After guessing, he turned his back for the next administration, and without ever visiting "sightseeing" again, Netuark also began to remain calm until then.

If I remembered that time, I would smile naturally and wholeheartedly and say hello, "Please, Lord Rodley Mind," I would have created a vertical wrinkle deep between my brows and never returned a reply.

However, I have a strong impression that I can't hate anywhere because a person named Rodley Mind is trying to move on and play the "hater," or I don't know the details, but I already picked up information about hanging out with my junior and beautiful hero's best friend than Netsurk.

And the other deputy came from an exotic country as the heir to the country's highest tailor, who gave me a planting of apricot hair that was also ready for the captain's "inauguration celebration."

Originally, it was Shakyak Steiner's attendant, who became a master as a tailor for his best friend, who compiled a gathering of talent from the King who gave him the title of "Shu Mei Shu Ear" in the service of intelligence, which was not a formal unit.

Therefore, Shakyak's adopted and succeeded best friend - Kings Steiner is well understood in terms of his work as a samurai ear job, and he certainly deserves it if this person is quite handy with martial arts.

Especially as regards bow skill, it was also a delicacy that could be wrapped around arrows, just as the hero Arsen Padrick called the Devil's Sword to wrap his magical power around the sword.

However, despite the pressed form, I find myself hesitant to become the deputy secretary of a newly built unit until I scaled down my activities to one of my best friends standing at the job of a "tailor" I admired when I left my hometown to become captain of Netsuruk.

But the king, who gave the captain two deputy officers, let him go, telling him to look ripe for use, even if he was comfortable with the rare and unfaithful Netuark.

- It doesn't matter how blunt your heart is when an important being leaves you.

- But if "when the loved ones come back," so that you don't regret it, even if there are no consequences, you should face up to what you can do.

There was also daily tyranny, and even though it seemed to say just what I wanted to say and involved even my best friend, and someone in a position as king of the country persisted in creating a place for Netsuerk, I could feel it.

Wait a minute.

While receiving the stare of Apricot, I try to look back into the memory tag in my hazy head at how I suddenly remembered the interaction between the tyrants to associate them.

(First, a unit that was formerly part of a single unit where personal activities were initiated was formally organized.

I halfway gave up my role as a hero there - I wonder what it meant to create a new place for Netsuark Saxfawn as someone other than the "rabbit sage".

But now it is convenient to be able to handle this information, so I think it would be most difficult if people stopped being exposed)

An important time spent with my niece for two years exposed to people, who is a wise man who doesn't want to expose people, but who was inspired to be pushed into the form of concurrent captainship, cannot be turned into anything.

Although it was a limited amount of time, I was able to experience it using the authority of a king to thank him for giving it to me.

When taking care of my niece, when I was in a bad mood, I could be a rabbit and forgive her, but mostly I went to become a Netsuerk and not even shake my favorite "high" body.

Each time my niece, along with her adorable voice, stared at the person holding her and laughed at me.

Netuark cannot save his partner, and from the fact that he took his mother from his niece, he is not willing to flee, nor is he going to forgive himself for failing to protect his precious being.

But when he embraced and lifted his entrusted niece, he had no hesitation at all in stopping her from fleeing the rabbit and returning to the figure of a man named Netsuruk.

When I saw the blade that supposedly cut off the life of my beloved partner when I returned to the figure of a person, my stomach fluids would not heal the symptoms that seemed to reflux, but still the knife even managed to handle it for my niece's breastfeeding.

In the course of those days, I realized that I was facing my face back to people who couldn't even make it into the years I spent with my niece's mother.

Above all, the younger niece, at least the moment she finds the face of "Netuark," breaks her strong eyes just like her aunt and mother, rushes over with her little legs and clings, folding her soft, baby's unique sweet-smelling cheeks.

The warmth of the little adorable face was definitely engraved in my heart, letting go of that loving skin feeling once because I wished for my niece's happiness, but folded over Netuark's cheek.

(So, that time of year, even as I pushed my physical work, I wondered about the gentle words of the tyrants and others, and still deeply appreciated that about Lily -)

So, the last one was talking about "face."

- I don't want to thank you for that time.

- It's just that Netsuerk stopped rejecting any more of his "face" stuff, but it gave me, for me, a self-satisfying rest.

(As always, though I didn't think about it then, only enough to use weird analogy words that are difficult to understand for the person I'm used to)

I let go of my niece, the sun was shallow, and at the time I was listening to it, which included obstinate feelings, I thought, "I don't know what that means again." But the impression is strong, so it's easy to do about drawing memories.

And as I again quantified the thoughts the king had spoken in the drawer, I breasted inside in the autumn cherry blossom flower garden, staring at someone who looked "very much like me", who was now across the street staring at Netuark.

(Because I can hear my heart, I guess it means that I was more concerned with the "contents" than with "look".

Although I can't make a blood contract anymore, I guess Netuark Saxfawn and Apricot Vinegar still mean a lot of similar content if my mind made it a dagger sunflower that I could pick up and read)

- It really only gives me a break, but if you brought it back to me, I can still reassure you somehow.

- With all the fundamentals in mind, Netuark became a wise man without taking my prospects off.

- It is difficult to say that things are hard and safe, but I am grateful to the king that he has definitely stayed in this country.

I didn't realize then, but my friend, who was probably king, watched by watermarking a very similar being over himself.

(If I asked for a word, that's why I did an investigation on Robrow in the "Eyeglasses"... and that was stopped by "Gloriosa the Goddess"?)

The elephant inherited from Prince Wang to become king is also known as a wise man and friend.

Some of the contents of the story were entrusted with deciding whether it was better not to be taboo.

He's not free, either.

Therefore, he has become an "apprentice baker, Dan Lion," taking the liberty allowed.

Among other things, I was also concerned about my niece and the girl who made promises that were very similar in heart and audacity to a friend who might not remember me, when I gave Netsuruk the role of captain of the Eye-ear.

(Instead of "Gloriosa Sunflower" as a hero, she would have had a stepfather's promise not to get involved until there was movement.

And to help a girl who couldn't save her at the time because she was immature, because she inherited the king's power - well, as a man here, I wonder if it would be a good idea to strain her.)

Although it is a meaningless (nonsense) view of Netsuruk to say or detain about being tangled and mean by gender, this place held the shoulders of a king who was once a friend of the same sex.

(Lord Apricot may have actually been hard and tough, but even if he had been treated as a forbidden technique to blunt in support and pain, he worked hard on his own side of the arrow to "surrogate lord".

With that, even if I always had a negative (negative) awareness of my face, I also had the confidence I had developed in the work of the lord I had done.

It's not a smart way to wipe out the customs of that territory at once, because you're the king who promised to help you there.

Most importantly, without having to make this case, Lord Apricot is just like me when I was 28, and I don't like my face, or I wouldn't have liked it)

♪ 'Cause you're hurting someone whose face you care about ♪

"Because I have people who feel bad about me."

Even Apricot herself, while wearing the "Kelloyd's Mask" by the banning technique, sealed his memories with the "Traveler's Brother" beneath him and behaved as if he hadn't, but after Netsurk "hipped" the mask, he confirmed it with the magic of a definite blood covenant.

However, even if there are important memories of the encounter or words spoken to "traveller's brother", the aristocratic position of saying lord of this territory and the skin that is inherently free of keloids, we see the fact that we are far from "normal ladies", and Apricot now detains us.

Compared with the memories that had been enclosed, the feeling of "difficulty of all things", even in purely subordinate relationships as kings and nobles, had been transmitted naked even while connected by the magic of blood covenants.

In a way, I also heard that Apricot was getting ready to pull himself back because of "the traveler's brother".

(If you think about it, Apricot and the king tyrant... it's been almost 20 years since Dagger first met Dan Lion.)

The interaction between the encounter and the breakup that took place 20 years ago at a place called Robrow, I'm willing to say anyway, and I'm not entitled to it in Netuark.

I compare in my head the similarities, albeit slightly different, that I glimpsed earlier with the past of two people on the subjective side of Robrow, which I could see in a blood contract, with the personally proud nature of resembling myself and Apricot, although not meant to be wild enough to take into account.

(Seems similar, I think the part that was different from me, that tyrant, is what Ning Ro likes.)

Though romantic experiences are generally less than crowded netourks, other than couples, Dagger and Apricot, who have known each other for quite a long time, are not bad things to call "compatible" even though they are only open to age, and I think they are good.

In addition, Netsuerk, Apricot, and both of them boast that their personalities are similar, but in the late 20s and mid-30s, even though the contents are similar, the measure of thinking and direction cultivated from experience can still not be said to be exactly the same.

(I don't think I've changed that much since I grew up, either, but I think there might be something "dull" from the young Lord Apricot.

Besides, it's also time to get lightly drunk with your "clean self")

So, at the time of the 28, my niece cried and hated me for breaking up with herself, but she let go to pull herself clean "because it was for Lily's happiness".

And on the verge of dying, my niece, when she "came back", regretted so much that she wanted to kill her clean self at that time, and once again admonished herself that she should not name her guardian in the appearance of a man named Netuark.

(If I instigated Lord Apricot here not to let go of that tyrant's hand, could I see something like "Lily's hand didn't let go, Netuark" in this world?)

A very strong king, born of two heroes, will surely not be like his niece.

Headed by a friend crowned with a hero, to the venerable "Barrota the Master of the Bakery", the Pope, his younger brother, his cousin's lady and people are all around him.

But I've never seen anyone sidelined as a companion next to that strong king before, even a wise man, who seemed "fit".

(Or the guy himself refuses to say "until he puts it on" first)

Whenever something like "matchmaking" approaches, the king laughs first and deludes, pretending he hasn't heard.

Still, if you're not going to give up and try to move on, with the ability of the left eye of a mother conceded under the guise of "witch," you don't want the person you're going to move on to be read, you brew the secrets of your mind somewhat, and ask them to step back voluntarily.

Still courageous, his subordinates, from a period beyond the thirty paths, look at him with a face that has been very similar to Gloriosa Sunflower, called the god of the predecessor of taste, except for the length of his hair and the purple eyes on his left.

The half-brothers are calm day in and day out on the crisp brows they have taken over from their fathers, but when they silently pour out a sharp glance whose approximation frightens them if they invest their strength, the king quickly walks away from the scene while they are silent.

Inside, there are also "ancient ginseng" from the Gloriosa Sunflower era, who are seated with guts, who do not pass through the gaze of the gods, and who can be advanced.

But you've actually seen Dagger Sunflower at a really young age there and the spinning time of his parents.

His Highness, who dropped off the parents and children who were amiable until the "end of the day", wishes and advises them to "meet" if the prince who became king accompanied him if he could, but does not force him.

Nearly the same generation there, some exchangers urged Grandor McGaffin and Alsen Padrick, friends and public hero positions in the country, to cooperate, but maintain (keep) the position of "king's nearest neutrality" and not move.

In addition, the story of how two heroes should not marry a person who would be a companion just like a king was also carried along with a fishing book (a written introduction to each other at the time of the conversation).

However, Alsen Padrick, who is also related to the king, insignificantly inventoried the king to make sure he and his best friend in the big brown man were talking edge-to-edge and ingredients in smoke.

"I will not come before His Majesty the King welcomes His Royal Highness, as a hero and a minister, and I and Grandor, who are younger, marry their companions.

Me and Grandor, at least until His Majesty the King welcomes His Royal Highness, let us powder ourselves and devote ourselves as His Highness. '

and a really beautiful smile, and I can also retreat from the pageant that is subtly advanced by me and my best friend.

However, in Alsen's case, he hits the king's cousin, even though his poor, adorable mother with thirty sons is more of a necklace.

There were no fierce men there who had the courage to touch anyone on the face.

(In a situation where neither the country's exchangers nor the "kings will marry", the time has passed for more than a decade.

It's time for the gentle temperament of the people worshipping the relaxed goddess of the earth, and the information they expect because it's peaceful, about "Wouldn't the king marry?")

At least once a month since assuming the post of captain of the Eye-ear, he had been forced by the "rabbit sage" to return to the figure of Netsuark Saxforn and submit to the King a compilation of the situation in the King's capital.

I don't think Netsuruk himself needs to show up in Castle Town as an "apprentice baker" if he can afford it and submit it to the big guy with the eyelids who talks to his secretary about something.

"That's it, that's it, that's it"

and unnecessary direct action for filing, was overtaken.

(However, these days, the apprenticeship baker who was worried that someone was good didn't report it because it wasn't about His Majesty the King.)

That is also a recent topic that is coming up because my niece is a friendly confectioner and friend's sister's shop, while my senior lady buys tea and is at peace.

(If we don't hurry up, maybe they'll take care of us.)

I was staring at myself, if this situation was over, perhaps "freed" from this land, at the woman again.

(The "contents" have come from the corners and the countryside looking for work, you can act as a small active woman, and if you are an adult, rubbing won't happen that far.

Lily, too, will be involved and just fine)

It is not strange to compare the reign of the "Dagger Sunflower" with the serenity and adhesion, that it is not bad to have a paragraph, as a wise man of this country, it seemed to me to be a "friend" to the king and to those who deserve to be his companion.

The person he recommended to his companion was only a few days of dating, but as a wise man, he stared at him until the hour (Kiwa).

She can behave like a king or an apprentice baker or hang out with a tyrant.

(I don't know what the "consequences" will be, but don't bother, we'll have to get into trouble with each other once)

You should just say, "Why aren't the moves in the textbook?" Why are there so many of them?

When Apricot asked Apricot, a wise man who did not accept telepathy either and remained silent, the exotic god, whose autumn cherry blossom blossoms swayed and gray hair, rose only in his upper body.

"It's not funny to talk about a future that's convenient for people, a story that connects you after you've left this place, even though you're still in this world."

The Baarzeble is tall, but the autumn cherry blossoms blooming over the octagonal earth are also stretched very high.

With Autumn Cherry Blossom and still lying on the earth, Baalzebul's head was just as tall and about the same height, shaking in the gorge breeze with white hair from the gap of flowers blooming in thin red.

"- How does that happen?

If I connect the memories in "Deacon Locke," with the moves I made earlier, would I be able to conclude that even you, God, said so?

Even though I was suddenly surprised to get up, I let go of the apricot panicking about the content of the words uttered in my mouth, and if I asked, Baarzeble nodded deeply.

Then I move only my eyes, and when I proceed with my gaze to sew between the autumn cherry blossoms, I see the "granddaughter" who is confused.

"In view of this situation, whether on the side of the enemy or not, the sage lord is stingy."

"I mean, I'm just going to be restrictive. I believe that a good and bad time to know is in everything."

In the sage's affirmation, in a landscape where the expression is invisible with thin red petals, the words of the awakened Baalzebul continue.

"But this alone on the boulder would be unfriendly for my granddaughter to understand.

However, if you think about the way the name of this vessel is called in the "tip" given by Lord Sage, you know what I mean? "

"Hey, whether that tip alone gets me to the answer I didn't put in the textbook on Apricot Vinegar.

And even if the answer Lord Apricot has given us is correct, it could be confusing. "

"The moves I used lead to things that are confusing for me to understand, or they were used in ways that I couldn't put on."

To this word of Apricot, tall people with eyes buried in the colour and wrinkles narrowed their eyes at the same time, as they were impressed.

"Again, I wonder if your lady is calmer or an adult, even at times of the same age"

Even relatively similar beings were intrigued by the sharpness of insight as of the age of 28, perhaps above Netuark.

Apricot, who managed to connect with a sage who became a friend of "confused by coming up with the right answer" in a conversation with an exotic god, now comes up with an inexplicable look.

Even though it's only puzzling.

"It won't open, and we can't talk about it."

That's how he thinks, and Apricot keeps thinking as he handsearches for the "future story" that Baalzebul has spoken about and his past that leads to it.

However, in the temper of putting it at the forefront of the battle - I realized that it could be something that I should never look back on or weaken momentum - that I was thinking about intertwining the "past" with the "future".

(If this happens, keep going, and make it clear why I didn't put it in the textbook, I can't pull it off)

I made up my mind and opened my tiny lips toward Netsuruk, who was supposed to be my companion, and Baalzebul, who was trying to take away the place he was ruling as a lord.

"To be honest, I don't feel tragic or anything close to pity for Lord Netsuerk's attempt to avoid talking about the moves I've used.

One way or another, I felt "awkward." "

The mouth angle of Netuk, which is at the front of the word, continues by making sure that only one of them was slightly above it.

"It's not an old thing to say in history when it comes to unpleasancy in order.

In addition, both those who used my moves and those who ate them were affirmed that the locks of the butler were relatively young in order to appear in this world. "

Apricot had not missed Baalzebul nodding to Netsuark's remarks as he woke up only his upper body on an octagonal earth and buried it in a blooming autumn cherry blossom flower garden.

"Besides, if I were to restrict Rock to the time period of the designation" Mr. Rock, "I'd be pretty much limited about the time of the" Four Heroes of Peace. "

So, if you thought of someone who could use "effective moves" for the type who specializes in small, instantaneous body surgery at that time, "Deacon's Rock."

And the other one, Trenia Bubaldia, is the only one in this country that I can think of who is respected as Mother of the Nation. "

"Well, that's gonna happen."

Unwrapping the arms he was putting together, like the imitation of the dogma that Apricot showed Louis and Lily, Netuark clasps his shoulders in a slightly exaggerated motion as he shows his palms.

"So, if Rock also used it earlier, it wasn't even listed in the textbook, but he used brilliant moves, I'm sure Pean Vinegar would be" proud "of it.

But your grandfather taught his grandchildren fairly, not once in his life. "

Pean Vinegar never praised his family in public, even if he cared about them and thanked them.

Apricot thinks it's more like a genre prepared for what will be a "handover" rather than a vinegar family style, although home training, etc. is not particularly clear there.

It can be seen in my father, Van Vinegar, but also in my "lord" educated aunt and my brothers in Apricot, just like my father.

However, in its place, it is a being around itself, and an impeccable being is a good compliment.

Compliments, of course, can only be made if you are looking at someone and it is not a burden for the person and will encourage further improvement.

A servant of the Vinegar family who applies to its representatives is Martha of the Vinegar family, followed by a butler.

And a man named Peen Vinegar, if it is to be praised, will be the lock of a butler who has been looking after him from day to day.

If he could have used such a move, Apricot is confident that he would have shown it once or so, along with a compliment to his sons and grandchildren who were in charge of mentoring him and how to take it passively.

And in fact, when I was taught, I would talk about moves, and sometimes it would be only Apricot who excelled in small and instantaneous power, but I was taught quickly and easily when it was just the two of us.

'I don't know if I should or should not have a day to practice, but let me tell you something.

You would understand how to do the moves, even if you just told them in words. "

In fact, I could understand the logic of the moves immediately with the wording, which was conveyed earlier, but I also feel that there were many opportunities to use it at the young age.

A few years have passed since Apricot began wearing the mask and Eliphas disappeared from the lobby with the mercenaries who will be his guardians, just at times around the time the original autumn cherry blossom blossoms bloom.

When I was doing my daily physical surgery alone without even being able to attend a physical arts class, my grandfather rarely told me that along with the words he said when he visited the "secret training ground" by himself.

Near including the riverside, before the octagonal earth, where the place is also now located, could be done.

It's after the ban on masks was lifted and the moves were actually used, which is why the look of bitter laughter floated to me when that grandfather taught me - in fact, that "face" is right beside me.

It will be easy for Apricot to bring out what it felt like at the time when he was in the back so as to connect.

- Why did your grandfather tell you to sneak up on me?

The "sneak" behavior and other than the deacon's lock - if Trenia Bubaldia decides, the "determined" opponent goes deliberately shaped in Apricot's chest.

The ends of both mouths rise, not one, earlier, as if they felt the scratch.

Even though the corner of his mouth only rose both ways, his mouth opened as he felt the center of the octagonal earth and the presence at its edge, which appeared to be a bad "evil person" for a long time.

"Then the story is simple. If Lord Apricot didn't say" Rock you, "the deacon of the era, Mr. Rock, it must have been done by the remaining Trenians.

But this move won't work alone.

If you decide, Mr. Trenia, who will be the person who decided on the move you made earlier? "

Turn the handles of the arms in the state where they were clamped out from the bottom, in a straight line, to the two of them.

A few hours ago, just as Netuk as conductor proclaimed his initiation on the street stage before the ceremony of dredging began, the wise man speaks out loudly.

"Gloriosa Sunflower, a god who loves his people like a family.

Anglecam Padrick, the devilish Chancellor whose love is only in the way.

A saint who is not afraid to paint blood. - Maybe this one will hear his name from you, a new soldier at height. Shall I avoid it?

In this, I wonder who ate the moves of Trenia Bubaldia, the witch who sees through people's hearts. "

♪ Why Trenia did the moves ♪

While it remains unclear that the conversation is about to begin with the person who did it, the "conductor" does not give the octagonal stage the atmosphere to either his companions or his enemies.

"There, with Peen Vinegar, I don't know if there's ever going to be, but Deacon Rock, I don't think you're going in there."

"Ahhhhhh!"

At least in such conditions as resistance, if Apricot pinched the words, he stayed in a high voice and was laughed at.

"Yeah, yeah, definitely not!.

I'm sure Lord Apricot Vinegar's grandfather, Lord Pean Vinegar, and Deacon Rock, you, and Mr. Trenia, decided to do the trick, along with "Netsuark Saxfawn," and "watched with the person who decided to stop putting the trick on the books."