Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

Rabbit Sage, seemingly a "big rabbit stuffed animal", is Ars and Lily's "boss" and guardian role, a line from Celisanceum and a mercenary brother named "gun brother" know.

However, to say that "the identity of the rabbit sage is Netsuerk" is limited to a place called this height, only Ars and Louis know -.

After the description of the mandala given by Arsen, Stu exchanges words with Ars, who is next to him on the left with it in mind.

(Me, this one is much more difficult than the description of both parts of Mandala...)

But the meaning of two of the country's "four heroes of the war" being silent on Ars Trad can be seen from the ease of facial appearance seen earlier, and perhaps silence on Lily is only a burden on honest and honest best friends.

(Sure, it's tough on Ars.

And if this is all I'm told, when I tell you why I didn't reveal my identity, I'll convince myself that Ars might be dissatisfied with the cause.)

Earlier, when they saw my face, as if to confirm something.

Sometimes my best friend suppresses my face, and the boy around my head turns to someone who cares about how easy it is to get on my face.

"Uh, it could have been a little out there."

And, while I was somewhat sorry for the awkward reply the listener gave me in interpreting.

From Stu's point of view, it seems more atmospheric than the look, and feels like my best friend is holding on to a big brown man with six feathers stretched out.

Both the spirits on his shoulders and head, and the spirits sitting on the shoulders of the new soldier, were perceived by the atmosphere, albeit by chance, but not by the "face".

And fortunately for Stu, Ars is still lightly depressed by himself for being "easy on the face".

"Als, remember that you are a basic instructor in military schools and that you were able to train and test spirits that do not move anything, even when something happens on the battlefield.

Because even I think there are "too many unexpected cases" this time. You just have to repeat what you think you've failed at the next opportunity. "

"Yes, I understand, Master Alsen."

If you've only begun to feel the weight of guilt in your conversation with Ars for a little while, your best friend's beautiful mentor plugged me in.

"So, Mr. Stu, I'm close to the shape I first learned about this one, but Ars has a" face-prone side, "thank you very much."

Arsen sensed that his best friend, his godson, was feeling something thoughtful but therefore of the blame of his conscience, and he was giving him a helpship.

"Ah, yes. But I'm also sarcastic, so I think it would be just fine if there was an honest place for Ars to hang out with friends."

Hearing Shto's reply, Ars at the time had an indescribable look, but Arsen had a good look on his face as an adult.

However, he immediately switched to "a face directed at someone close to him" and the expression that was also conveyed to the boys, and turned back to Grandor.

"And Grandor, Ars, is a soldier at once, and a job incurring pay would be a military violation.

I don't mind letting you have an experience, but don't pay for it if you collect it or make a mistake. "

"Then I'll pay for it and let you eat it as payment in kind.

Since last year, I've been behaving like a whole farm with curry with leftover old rice and extra vegetables when I'm done mowing wheat.

Is that all right with you?

"Then I don't mind.

I don't mind Ars helping out for free, but whatever happens, don't take anything that leads to hardware or rewards. "

"Yes!

Stu is lightly flattered by the figure of an angel, or by the way he wears armor, even though he is lightly dressed, from the Wang Capital, which has already begun to exchange after his return.

(I know you have to be an angel to get down, but I wonder what it would be like not to have conversation and appearance)

Looking at the support and conversation for descending from the heights overflowing with autumn cherry blossom buds, it turned toward the street where it would descend.

"Hey, I'll see what's going on down there first. You don't mind, do you?

"Oh, then already, let's go together.

I still don't know when to get off, but for what it's worth to be able to do right away, it's going to be worse. "

That said, he avoided the six wings stretching from his back in good shape, and Grandor held Louis up to his shoulder by hand with a grapenil that was connected to him.

Just from the octagonal earth, where there is an exotic god who is now manifesting himself in this world with the body of Netuark and Apricot and the Deacon's Rock as a "vessel," he reminds us of the same state he was when he carried Stu.

At that time, I remember a gun held up and caught in my belt stuck in my stomach, causing me a lot of pain, and unconsciously suppressing my abdomen, although I wouldn't give it to my expression.

If you saw what that sht did, before you came to this place.

"In this position, the gun you shot into your belt hurts, Master Grandor!

He remembered the complaint and the slight pain he felt when a gun hit his shoulder.

"Don't worry, now I'll hold you aside and drop you off"

"Excuse me, so please"

It wasn't particularly a meeting or anything like Grandor getting off with Stu and Louis and Arsen holding Ars, but that was going to be the flow to say so.

"So, Ars, is it good to hold him sideways?

"... no, it's the same as Stu's, please feel like holding it aside.

Or if that was hard enough, could I have my arm around my neck and hang it, although it's a form of hugging, so that I don't use Master Alsen's powers?

Ars remembers in Ars that before the ritual of dredging began, he exposed an ugly state that was not in his memory, even though "the admirer Dinfare" had no choice but to say that, he was held by a princess, and he utters such a thing.

I turn a slightly more intriguing gaze at the rare appearance of my goddaughter, who is not depressed, but shy of something.

"... well, if Ars wants that shape, let's do it"

In the meantime, now we're all talking about moving to what will be the abyss of heights.

"Mr. Stu."

"What is it, Master Alsen?"

I am already called to stop and look back where I try to walk out facing the front of my body above the streets and the octagonal earth.

The tall boy noticed for the first time at this time that his tall was already beyond the back of his best friend's mentor, and saw his lips move in a beautiful face that he looked down slightly.

"I don't think there's ever going to be" ever again "in this place.

But you know it's not an easy place to come.

So, once you leave, okay? "

Talking about it, the land at high altitude, where the rocky skin visible behind the six wings of the beautiful figure was noticeable, had been influenced by various events that had taken place by then, and the sprouting of autumn cherry blossoms stretched immediately, even once pruned.

"Right, I know it's not an easy place to come, but..." I know it's not an impossible place to come, "so I'm fine.

So, one day, I'm sure, because I'm also deciding to bring Ato once.

So I won't regret walking away from here right now. "

If that's what I said clearly, Arsen nodded quietly.

"Really, I see.

Then I'll be with you if I can.

You can't unload Gabrielle's abilities every time you visit here, but there will be a sage who looks like a rabbit doing something about it. "

If you are a sage of color, you can give your name with a horn, and if you are a sage of rabbits, you put your finger on your mouth and smiled beautifully but invincibly.

"Oh, but"

When the story was about to get tangled up, Stu even himself.

(How could I think of this right now?)

My own voice turned my head, calmly staring at reality, even with the feeling in my chest that now is the best time to ask.

"Um, Master, will this be the tomb of Eliphas Zaheto?

I was surprised that I was able to calmly put out the word "grave" myself, but I asked.

I was just told that word was "too much on my face" earlier, but it would be enough to draw Ars's upset.

However, the boy who asked was very naturally worried about it.

He also saw his parents pass away first worried about themselves because of an epidemic, holding the hand of a little brother who knew nothing, but being buried in a place called the "Tomb".

"Your parents have traveled through this world, and your body returns from here to the goddess of the earth, but this place is also the new home."

Stay here. "

He was told by the priest of the Church, a substitute for the orphanage, and because of it he was anxious, but also relieved to be told that his parents had died, travelled and slept in the coffin of a deeply dug hole.

In various parts of this world, the presence of the parents of St and Ato is a journey, a sleep, a return, but the word "here" is also one of the supports of the mind.

Although I am well aware that "Master" traveled from this world with someone I love, I wanted to make it clear that if in this world, a place to sleep in the tomb of the "Promise" of a country called Selisanceum applies.

"Well," the tomb of Eliphas and Julian Zaheto "is here, and the tomb of" Eliphas Zaheto, brother of guns "should be left at the eagle's place in the king's capital.

Then it will be easy for the master.

Whatever the time you want to tell Ato about the tomb, you should let me know if Stu thinks it's okay. "

However, the question, which seemed small and difficult among "my sister's godchildren," was lightly concluded by a word of Grandor, who had already begun walking, turning his winged back towards Louis with his shoulder in his autumn cherry bud.

But the instant answer, but also Shut's feelings, convinced with wonder, follow where the feelings drop.

"Well, for now, I think that's the most reasonable thing to do."

If Arsen went on to say the same thing, he was lightly pointing his back and six wings toward an autumn cherry field that still didn't bud, putting two boys down and starting to line up next to his best friend, who looked just like his brown self.

Nature, the use, the demons and the boys on the spirits start walking silently following their winged backs after staring at each other not knowing how many more times they've done it today.

No one looked back to the autumn cherry fields at height anymore.

"Has Master Grandor taken charge of his own grave yet?"

"Because some cemeteries are run by the state in the king's capital, they were built there at the same time as enlistment in the army of Selisanceum.

My parents wanted to build and put a place where I could calm down because my real sister Ginia was also dead.

And now that I'm in the army, I'm sure you can do something about it even after I die in some way. "

If Stu asked Grandor a question that he uttered too lucid for the grave, this one, too, replied sarcastically, shaking small the boy who would be the disciple carrying him on his shoulders.

"Because my home village was also close to devastation when my family was hit by a natural disaster during their trip and scattered.

For once, I tried to return to my hometown after the war, but it had become a stunning abandoned village.

The cemetery outside the village is gone. Well, I didn't think I had a choice. "

"In order, next to the cemetery grounds of the Padrick family is the McGaffin family cemetery. It's easy to accommodate when something happens to each other."

"I don't know what it is."

"Yeah, it's simply a" dead "story."

If Ars tends to shy away from the words his beautiful mentor says lightly, but still speaks, he answered without looking back.

Only for a moment Ars' legs nearly stopped, but his best friend on the sidelines exhales small when he sees him continue walking straight ahead.

Arsene didn't look back, but she started explaining briefly because she was telling me that she cared a little about the boys who were coming about her.

"Now it's almost obsolete to say" bad luck, "but in those days, which can also be called the war of aggression, one of the first things new soldiers would shop for on salary was the land of graves.

That said, it's about a deposit.

In a sense, it was not a word I said duty or responsibility, but it was an effective means to manifest my will to defend my country from the aggression of other countries, even if I risked my life.

But even if there's a grave, in case there wasn't a "follow up" after you went in, it doesn't make sense.

So buying a grave next door with someone who seems to "not die no matter what" each other is a short period of proof of friendship in a weird way, but it's fashionable. "

So if Arsen separated the words so that he could take a breath, Shut looked up slightly diagonally and opened his mouth like he was half-eyed and frightened.

"Something like a blue-smelling kid friendship story..."

"Stu! Master Alsen and Master Grandor!

"Ah."

Though my head turned, I remembered that the two people in front of me were doing the "blue smell" thing if I spoke the way I wanted, without thinking uncommonly after winning the "want to be sarcastic" thing.

"I don't deny it smells blue, and besides, I have trouble forgetting that Grandor and I had a" young "time, don't you, Stu?

Not only does she say it was just right that the words were pinched, but that's what a beauty with wings on her back makes her feel "adult spare" and then starts talking.

"It's just that not everyone was there because some people, like Grandor, were purely for their families or because the tombs of their ancestors were in the king's capital.

Only a convenient person - I had a best friend who thought I could keep my heart, and I wanted to, so I did.

That's all there is to it. By the way, the land next to the Padrick family's grave couldn't be sold as a cemetery with wonder.

Next to the fallen aristocrats, I now think it's a brilliant socialism that you don't even want to lean on in the grave.

Besides, it didn't just happen that you were treated like you deserved the value of the Padricks until after you died. So Grandor bought it for me. "

"I bought aristocratic land and it was expensive, but I thought that if the loan that Wasi, who was a young man, had made to Arsen would be charlatan, that would be fine.

And because it's expensive, it's quite splendid and big, it's sunny, and it's in an easy spot to understand, Stu?

The big man, once again with his disciple on his shoulder, looks back slightly and smiles a little badly on his successful face.

Probably from now on, Stu will bow his head down when he understands the exchange with his best friend as a reward for what he said was a "blue smell" from people who are trying to take care of their brothers, including the little one on his shoulder.

The boy around his head was accepting that the kid had no choice but to be busy, and that the busy kid thought he was alive and good, but also a restraint that he would not forgive if he exceeded "degrees".

Arsen continues the conversation again, feeling that the exchange between his best friend in brown and the sarcastic boy is over.

"However, just like that, it was also in a time when many young people were deprived of their families and their place to invade.

And at the time, compared to the present, the "peaceful" public was too familiar, and now it was an incredibly warm (soaked) army.

In that context, someone gave advice that I need to rethink my function as an army.

However, he was very good at thinking and accepted that he wanted to protect his country with his life, but he hated the idea of giving up his life to protect his country.

I didn't admit to fighting, but I also said there was a need to.

And he hated to spread the adage, especially when he exaggerated and glorified protecting his life until he gave up, "The training of soldiers begins with digging holes and ends with digging holes."

I got to the cliff abyss at the same time as the story ended, but that wasn't all, it was a word that worked well enough to stop the new soldier from legging.

"Haven't you heard of Ars yet? A rabbit sage is the most hated word in the world."

"Yes, I heard it on assignment day"

Thanks to that word, I was able to get along unexpectedly and quickly with a colleague girl who thought it would take time to break it down, an unexpected but "magical word" for Ars.

So even though I thought it was bad for the rabbit sage who seems to hate the word, I was greatly grateful for the trigger.

And if I tried Alsen, I would also have thanked my old friend for his "one-play", which buried something that looked like a deep ditch all at once rather than the distance between his godson and his own re-cousin.

Though each other's military duty, it would also be a memento of just the two of us for Ars and Lily, who would later become like brothers and sisters, Arsen, as his former boss and current boss of the rabbit sage, watched in the form of surveillance.

But in order to narrow the distance between Ars and Lily, you became a bad person on purpose. The two men were allowed to observe, and the horses seemed to fit inside.

"I was worried about me being a military hater, Ars, and I was expecting you to be tight, so I let you play a little bit.

Well, it's true that I still hate soldier digging holes.

(I just thought Ars and Lily got off to the best start then)

However, if I saw how frightened the rabbit sage's beloved and similarly eyed re-cousin, who I should have been watching in the extension of surveillance, might be "hated out of precious existence," I would have remembered her.

And I can even remember her as my best friend with tinted eyes and hair, who had worked so hard to encourage her in the way she did.

I can't forget what you looked like or what you said before you became a rabbit sage.

'Forget it, Alsen.

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

So I honestly told him how I felt, but he wanted me to forget.

(I hadn't thought of exposing Netuark Saxfawn to such a long period of time, even though he didn't respond)

If I made it Ars, I was mildly surprised that the words I said just a month ago were eating into my mentor's adolescence, but there were some matters that really bothered me as I listened to them.

I just say what I thought, telling myself that even if I was asking, maybe I still wouldn't get an exact answer.

"Dear Alsen," I said earlier. "Someone advised me that I need to rethink my function as an army." The term "times" may be strange, but it's the rabbit sage hall, right?

So Lord Sage was still seeing people, wasn't he?

"Yeah, right. The highest sage in this country still looked like a" man "at the time because he wanted no one to talk to him."

In the past, when he said, "I don't want you to talk to anyone," Ars could only be certain that he was a person, even though he couldn't grasp the specifics of the person he was escorting.

The wise man himself, when introducing himself, was explained and put down, "Magic rather than magic, it's forbidden in this country," but a month after we met.

Honestly, I can't think of Ars well enough to think of anything else that exists, full of brilliant "infidel, unfaithful rabbits".

And maybe that's the same witch girl who works in the same workplace.

Therefore, in response to an earlier reply from my mentor that included the meaning "I'm not going to talk about the appearance of a rabbit sage", I thought, "What I can't know is that I have no choice", but I was also relieved.

"Okay. But it's good to know that I didn't know that story was in the Sage Hall."

"Well, he talked as much about himself as he could about cancer."

Speaking of Netsuark, Grandor, who has been with him for a long time as a "sage", said those words in tune, but Ars snorted as he was able to accept that he was talking about nature and the "sage rabbit".

"Lord Sage may like flirting, but you're kind. If that's what I said, I wish I could tell Lily.

I'm sure you'll like Lord Sage more. "

Though the story of the grave led unexpectedly to the sage of the rabbit, it seemed to Ars that the story of the time when the life was eventually exhausted would also be good for the girl, as a continuation of valuing "life" for the girl who cares about things everyday.

"Then we must put an end to this situation for the conductor, Lord Netsuruk, so that the rabbit sage can speak to Mr. Lily soon."

"Black" for Grandor and Stu, who have the situation under control, and Ars, who thinks the rabbit sage and the evil man with the colored round glasses are separate, have a smile that gives the impression of being "enigmatic but beautiful," Arsen looks down from the abyss of height.

"But what are you going to do from here, my lord conductor?"

As it followed, Grandor also peered into the streets, the gorges, and the newly built octagonal earth with Louis.

"Well, I wanted to get rid of it all at once.

Instructions - or wait until you have movement or some kind of signal?

All I can do is take it back, so it'll be a snakefoot, except for the last time. "

In a familiar and familiar statement, the boy who doesn't know the colored conductor is his boss, Grando

Le still has a wide face, and interested in what kind of relationship he has, Ars turns his empty eyes.

"Mm-hmm. What's up, Ars? - Oh, Sman."

The big man, who stretched his wings on his back, determined to be "waiting for the signal," was slowly about to unload the apprentice he was putting on his shoulder, so the new soldier opens his mouth as he helps with it.

"Master Grandor is very close to the King's intelligence unit, Mr. Netsuruk, in addition to Lord Sage, so I thought he was a boulder."

"- What, it's a coincidence that you have a relationship. They're smoking less over there, but they smoke.

I'll see you in the smoking room at the royal palace in Wangdu, so don't talk to me every once in a while.

Well, they seem to be very busy over there, so they don't often stay in Wang Du. "

Honestly the new soldier nodded at the description of the contents of the affair with the "Netuark of the Eye-ear", which was spoken of in farewell, and laid Louis, who had been unloaded from Grandor's shoulder, somewhat away from the abyss of height, although tied to Grapenil.

"Yes, Mr. Netsuerk is very busy, too."

I watched that conversation up close, with Schutt admiring it in a way.

You're lying the most about what you care, Master Grandor.

But in a way, I feel comfortable being a rabbit sage and the longest-running friend of a man named Netsuark Saxfawn.

Still influenced by the ability of water angels, Arsen, who can read the "flow" of people's emotions and thoughts, flew telepathy with a bitter laugh in his chest so that Ars would not distract him from this idea of Stu.

It's not like I'm lying.

Although two people were often seen as very "friendly" because the room was often in the same room or behaved together before they became rabbits.

For my part, I don't think it's incompatible with being on edge, but there's a verse that Grandor and Netuark themselves really think, "For better or worse, we've only been dating for the longest time."

I trust you and trust you. "

(... if I said that much, though I think we're close enough already)

I have never been in a deep relationship, Stu can't grasp the sense of friendship that has been going on for as long as he was born, and for now, I feel like laughing bitterly with my heart so that I won't be distracted by my best friend either.

Then, for the first time since I came to the heights, I walked over to the one at the abyss.

(I just told you, it must be a very difficult magic after all, but Master Apricot and Mr. Netuak are still working together on that tall grandfather...)

Stu glanced at the tall figure with grey hair whom Ars had called "Mr. Belzebub" - apparently a vessel for Rock's body to come out of this world - as he remembered having it succinct in conjunction with Mandala's explanation.

"... what the hell?!

I would be downstairs, some influences I thought were doing a lot of exotic magic, in the form of the lack of holding that two lords and sages are doing, and I can't immediately understand the landscape in sight by Stu.

However, under my eyes I had a little anticipation of the view of the proud gorge stream of the territory called Robrow, thinking that it was just something that I could see from above.

Entering Stu's sight, however, was wrapped and covered in black mist, shaped as if it were a large "ditch" between the valleys.

(I mean, both Grandor and Arsen peeked in normally earlier and didn't respond to anything, did they?)

"Stu. What's going on... and, yeah, what's this?

Fished by a voice of surprise, Ars also came to the abyss of the heights to peek in for the first time, and even though he was not the only one who seemed (tattooed) to raise his confused voice, Stu also relieves himself.

"Both Master Alsen and Master Grandor were looking down there earlier, weren't they?!.

Why didn't they react to anything?

Then he asks me exactly what Stu thought, so I panicked.

Thank you for replacing me, Ars.

And if you think of it with your heart, a beauty who can read the stream puts on that "tightness addition and subtraction" and too honest a godchild with a slightly laughable look.

"Gekokokokokoko!"

"... I'm sorry, no, I could see it, but I didn't really react, especially since I don't have to worry about that."

"Oh, good. Doesn't mean you didn't see it."

On Ars' shoulder, the rabbit's sage demon raises a chirping with a critical sound, and Arsen raises his hand with his white gloves in place, and when he gives an explanation, Ars speaks out as if he is relieved.

("Hoya"?, oh, wow - isn't that "fog"?. That, but I wonder what the difference is between mist and mist)

Now, when what was different from what I saw was caught in the sht, Grandor joined the conversation with a low voice, "Oh."

"What do you care about black?"

I'm relieved that others can see things other than myself here, but Stu was confused that the impression was different, and Arsene, who read the flow again, quickly gave me a help ship.

"The difference between mist and mist, if you put it simply, is the degree of intensity you see.

I think the fog is thicker and less visible when it comes to concentration, and the mold is somewhat transparent.

Stu, to you, with that black jar - no, how long are you invisible in the fog?.

Do you see the streets on stage? Can't you see the three of you down there at all?

"Oh, yes, - the streets work out in the black fog, but the gorges are thick and refreshing.

One cannot clearly see, of course, where it was made into a gorge that fought with its Grandeur. "

Specific questions were asked in a row, and Stu was stuck for a moment, but now he answered once he peered from the abyss at height and then decided to be confirmed.

"Really? So how's Ars?

At some point Arsen arms up, closing his eyes and thinking within listening to Stu, awaiting the answer of his godson.

"I can see, though I'm not sure, that overall the valley feels like a thin black octopus covered.

So it feels like it drifts in a space sandwiched between the heights on this side and the heights that make up the place called the valley, and it's wrapped around the stage and the individual objects that separate the streets from the valley.

So you can see that the octagonal earth is blooming a lot, like the autumn cherry blossoms were in the flower garden earlier.

One of the pinnacles of the octagonal earth, Mr. Netsuerk stands on our side in a way that turns our backs.

At the end of the diagonal line just in front of it is Lord Apricot.

And I can see Mr. Belzebub sitting in the center of the octagon with his knees up, although I don't know why.

However, on the octagonal earth where the autumn cherry blossoms bloom, it seems that the black ones are separated by their shapes. "

When he heard Ars "report," Arsen opened his closed eyes, and if he nodded small, he nodded equally over the shoulder of his best friend's apprentice in a red and black coat, if he saw a big brown man.

Arsen opens his mouth for a final confirmation that Ars is looking the same with himself, who is unloading the power of the angel.

"Just where it is separated by an octagonal earth, an octagonal column, once a transparent plate, on the bottom surface of the octagonal, is placed on the cylinder and stretched out into the sky - into heaven.

And does that mean it looks like it separates the black ones? "

"Yes, it is! What's wrong, Stu?!

When I accidentally raised my voice to the pleasure of seeing it just like my mentor, I was listening to him on the side, surprised that my best friend with a sickle on his shoulder and head was squealing something small with his hand on his forehead.

"Headache?!

"It's not a headache, no. Does it give you a headache? A third, does it matter now?

"Heh? Mrs Bunnoi?

"Whoa."

I could put up with the exchange earlier, but I laugh until Arsen rocks six feathers at such a condition as "I can't stand it" for this.

Ars was surprised by the laughing Arsen, Stu continued to whine, Grandor looked at his lying apprentice and smiled bitterly at the stream of distress of his sister's apprentice coming from his best friend.

"It's like looking at Louis' future... Stu, by the way, the volume you put out over a third is a" cone "and this time it's a pillar.

Which, if we do this, we'll figure it out right away. "

With that said, I spread six feathers wide.

Even though I've seen Grandor's wings spread out before when traveling, this time I can tell by the boys who are not familiar with magic to use something somewhat magical.

"Queue"

The spirits on their upper bodies raised their upbeat voices, and it turns out that Grandor uses the "wind" spirits for Stu.

Everyone on the spot sounds Grandor as they dance up their hair.

"Now, I don't think Schutt, who has no connection to magic, can blow away the fog in the visible position of form."

"The Hundred News is only at first sight." Good luck, Grandor.

Between what Arsen said as he slowly retreated his laughter, six large wings stretched out of a successful brown back, winged between the valleys.

The clothes you are wearing also wave hard with the wind and rise from the hem, especially if you are sht wearing a coat.

However, the spirits on their shoulders and heads were still caught calmly because of the wind, even if the country was different.

That was the same for the rabbit sage user demon, who was sitting on top of it, although the shoulder tops of the lightly dressed armor worn by Ars were shaken by a considerable breeze stir.

And the two, who are unloading the power of the angels, turn their green and earth-colored eyes toward the valley beneath their eyes, flat except in the areas affected by the wind.

In the fog that drifts black, which is visible only to Shut, the "wind" sent out of the blades moves in like a sharp, thin pointed edge to cut it in.

"That's a great power..."

Wind Momentum If Ars gave an honest inspirational voice to the phenomenon, even though he meticulously looked at the empty eyes, the Spirit greatly rejoices in the "voice of praise" of the star's angel vessel, adding momentum if it is not even more active.

The wind in the form of a light green wave pushes away the black mist, and normally sees the phenomenon of "blowing up" the wind, which cannot be captured visually, so that Schutt can also see the situation that Ars had reported earlier.

As such, the memory of the octagonal earth, which had fought with the Grandor before the angel's power had been unleashed, had settled into a slight discontent when it was confirmed that it was "an octagonal column".

(Oh yes, the "pillar" is not closed.

So when the "cone" closed and looked from the side, whatever the shape of the bottom surface looked like a triangle)

Just in the same year as Lily, who pretended to be Ars' sister, when she was working on shapes in an extension of her number of studies, she read "pillars" or learned them along with the inexplicable expression "cone".

In this, when the volume is sought, in the case of a "column", it is a simple object with the formula "bottom × height", and it is then taught that in the case of the volume of the cone, this is the case if it is "one-third" applied to it.

But sarcasm or boy, beside his brother honestly practicing numbers beside him,

"Really anything, the cone will be a third."

And, on the spot taught, it also matched the example and the calculation, so I followed it honestly.

But he had solved the problem by creating polygonal columns and cones on the streets he suspected he was going to.

In the end, Stu failed this "battle" miserably, but he doesn't like to pull it off forever, so the boy around his head definitely falls on his head with remorse.

But in a situation I don't see myself, my memories are dug back as I listen to the exchange of words between a beautiful blonde instructor and a stern new soldier.

Many times about that octagonal earth, it came out using the word "pillar," but in the sht, the pillar was followed by a "cone," so that the thought turned to the "cone," it was entwined in memory halfway through the note and put out into the mouth without thinking "a third."

"Hmm, isn't this even the future of Louis?

Besides, rather than being a sarcastic, you might as well call it bigotry now. "

By blowing a black mist with the power of the Spirit of the Wind, Stu, the only one who had not been able to recognize the situation in the valley, received the flow of his heart like the earth via Arsen, who directs the water to ascertain whether it was made.

Within that flow also included a stream of memories about columns and cones, and Grandor leaked that sentiment.

"If this is the case, whether the total number of triangles plus the angle of the square is the same or not, it is the case."

"... that's not true"

Stu replied so, but with his reaction, he chopped up the triangle and the square, and the appearance of the boy joining the corners flowed, so that the beauty and now the big man, too, could laugh.

"- In the meantime, you seem to look just like us, Stu.

So, at both ends, Lord Commander and Lord Apricot, and at the center, Lord Belzebub, is that okay?

To indulge in laughter, if Arsen, who had made vertical wrinkles between his eyebrows, asked, Stu noticed that he had apparently been "read" even more about his old self, but he nodded honestly.

"The fog did almost disappear with the wind that Master Grandor woke me up.

So it did look like there was still a thin guy... "

However, to the heroes who had unloaded the power of Ars and the angels from earlier on, it was seen in this state, which already looked sht in the circumstance that it was thinner than fog.

That now makes me wonder what it looks like in them Stu, but of course Arsen, who is reading that emotional flow, answers immediately.

"We have a slight diminution.

It doesn't mean it's clear and clear, but I don't think it's much different from what you see, Stu. "

When I heard the story, Stu had unexpectedly smiled back at me because if he exhaled as small as he had relieved himself, Ars would have given me a calm expression, without even having to say a word.

With "the same vision," Grandor, who felt aligned, originally had a position of pull on the conductor during the ritual, and earlier decided that Ars and Stu would respond to what they felt was uncomfortable, even if the objects they could see differently from the mist.

"Besides, even if there was a mist that Schutt was seeing, or an octagonal earth that I see now, I think I can tell because I see it now, but some of it is separated and nothing affects it.

That's why Washi and Arsen didn't react to what they saw between the valleys. "

"Even if there was no separation, if you have some witchcraft, it's okay.

If you were as skilled as the conductor, you could easily play your finger with that level of clap. "

(Speaking of degree of playing fingers)

To Arsen's analogy, I now recall Ars hearing a story that was certainly similar when he had just been assigned.

Where you can turn it off by playing your finger, the rookie soldier does recognize his long-heared boss doing it too.

At that time, after returning from the shopping trip to Castle Town, I damaged what Ars had bought, so I took the cage loaned to me by the seal I had taken care of to the cafeteria still in progress to apologize.

At that time, a rabbit sage noticed Lily, who was in charge of dinner, in the black jaws he was clutching around, and, as Arsene said, did disappear to the point of playing his finger.

'Uh-huh, you can't be sure that magic has nothing to do with it.

The category goes into magic, but the magic actually used is too crude.

The coincidence and coincidence coincided, and I decided to take it as magic. "

(coincidence overlaps, magic?)

While I was remembering that I had been briefed about the "black", it seemed strange that Schutt, unlike mud and dirt, was in contact with the "black" for the first time, and on this occasion I was asking Grandor questions that would be the only form of looking up taller than me.

"If it's thinner than the fog, I also thought it was like the magic of the wind coming out of Grandor's wings earlier, something that could be turned off as it were, or is that a different field?

"Ma, you should ask Ars later around there, apparently he has experience - and, apparently, the time is close to" once ".

Shall I concentrate on you? "

When Grandor uttered the word "later," a cloudy shadow formed over the heads of the two tall men, with which the sound of wings echoed.

In the end, as for "black", although the conversation took the form of a breakdown there, all four of the people there were going to pay attention to you, and they were going to pay attention to you while it was a place called high altitude.

It was the red and black coat worn by Peen Binegar from the king's capital, and the coat of Netsurk's ears, plus the large eagle that guided Shut to this octagonal earth.

"Oh," Ignyan, "I'm glad you're safe."

"Kae!"

If the eagle made a slight grunting noise and circled over the four of them to Schutt, who raised his voice of joy, he apparently once again carried something between his legs (Ashiyubi) and dropped it.

When nature and Ars and St receive it in the form of a vessel with their palms above them, the eagle folds its wings on the shoulder of Grandor, who was familiar and had earlier put Louis on board, descends, and then squeals again.

"Ig, I'm sorry about earlier, even though there were circumstances"

"Kae."

Temporarily, but Arsen apologizes to the eagle who stops on the shoulder of his hostile best friend.

"That, Dear Alsen, Ig...... Nyan? how did you get this stuff?

"Kae!"

My mentor and his best friend call me "Ig" and my best friend call me "Ignyan" so I thought it would be a longer official name, so if Ars tried calling me there, he was immediately given a negative ringing and Arsen had a bitter laugh.

Still, the godson explains the role this eagle is doing well because he is confused by the tools that have fallen into his palm.

"Ars, it's the eagle under Pope Lotz named" Ig "that's stopping on Grandor's shoulder.

I've been taking care of you since I was a chick, so I'm used to people, so they work a lot.

Especially if this is how light luggage is transported by air. "

"Oh really... so which one is this comm machine from?

I remember hearing the name "Ig" somewhere, but more than that, now I'm really falling into my own palm, and we can't all see what the tools that look like are Brooch's communicators mean.

"Isn't that," Ignyan "?. Indeed, in Mr. Rai's letter..."

"Kaye!"

"Stu, for now, remember your name with Ig, and if it rings in your ear, your ears will be tight on the boulder"

I like the name Pope Lotz named me. The eagle squeaks sharply over the successful mould of the big brown man and "complains"

I was putting it out of my mouth.

"More than that, why don't you see what Stu has been carrying just like Ars?. You think you can use it?

"Give me a minute to see if I can use anything..."

Though I didn't know it was some fine bird, the eagle kept by the Pope starts to move his fingers for the inspection of a little gun that hasn't been around in a long time, confused by the "brother's gun" that came by surprise at its identity.

"So why don't Als push the comm switch too?.

Apparently, this one's waiting to push the switch. "

"Yes, but who the hell is it and who is it from?

Wonder and I don't feel like a conductor under this street or a lily who would be in the dungeon of the old lord's mansion.

Besides, it was hard to think of Dinfare, the royal escort knight of this country, who replaced his "role" on his way here.

(But then no one else will be able to use this comms machine)

Since the design of the lion is engraved on the sunflower, I know it is for the army, but because it is filled with deep green, if you think about it in previous stories, this means "made by the rabbit sage".

However, it is much more splendid than the prototype, and although it is simple, the design is engraved with good quality in detail.

(Though I thought you said Lord Sage built it on an experimental basis so that it could be used by myself and Louis, who don't like magic...

But that one wasn't so decorated)

Shut checks quickly for his "brother's gun" - next to what he's also servicing, Ars switches on the comms machine that Eagle Ig brought in.

'If so, why don't you think of the existence that can be called the highest sage in the country, someone in a position that can order a rabbit sage, to say something like give it away because a prototype is fine, and think of it as a new creation, Ars Trad!

"Wow?!

All of a sudden, Ars throws up a telecom machine that gives a crisp answer to the question he had in his mind that he had never heard before, surprisingly and unexpectedly.

The comms that just threw out were caught by Arsene, who was immediately fitted with white gloves, making a "pacifier" sound.

"Ars, this is a prototype, but it belongs to the army, and even though the rabbit sage put his hand on it, it's supposed to be a precision machine, don't throw it out"

"Also, I'm sorry! Dear Alsen!

"Well, don't be angry, Alsen!, Ars Trad must have been surprised when he suddenly read his name and mind too!

Stu's hand stopped unexpectedly once on the blonde's mentor's conversation and the voice leaking out of the comms machine, but immediately began to move again for inspection.

However, even though I move my hand and gaze towards my brother's gun, I have recently heard about the newly disturbed voice, and I get very upset and ask the big brown man who is scratching the eagle's mouth and doing it.

"Dear Grandor, could this voice be?

"What, does Stu know?

If not because of the sarcastic boy's temper, Grandor McGaffin and others, who also feel a little thrown at him, have a slightly better smile on people's faces and eyes like looking far away.

"Oh, St Zahet? Haven't seen you in hours!

"Stu, do you know this one?

When Ars questioned the identity of the voice that leaked from his mentor's hand and made him feel heavy and audacious even over the comms machine, the inspection of his "brother's gun" was completed and a final, empty shot was made, as Ato had once done in the dungeon.

"Eh, if my memory isn't wrong, that"

The gun inspection is a brilliant done sht, but if you continue to be upset and can, from your own mouth, look at your best friend's mentor as if he were asking for help instead of a name that is fearful and difficult to say.

However, her beautiful best friend's mentor, like the big brown man, had eyes that narrowed and looked far away with her beautiful green eyes.

(Well, wait. Have you both really seen Far Away?)

If you noticed that immediately and looked at Grandor, you might be actually stunned by the voices you hear over the comms, but the way Arsene turned her gaze was the same as the way Arsene turned her beautiful green eyes.

"Stu, what's wrong -?"

A brilliant new soldier soon realized that Grandor and Arsen were looking in the same direction as Stu, following his gaze, which included fright.

So if you look at an empty eye, for the first time in a certain sense, at a place called the high altitude of a valley, where it becomes "opposite shore" with an empty eye, there's someone there.

The heights on the opposite shore, unlike where the Ars and the others were, were full of trees, as if they were woods or woods, and it was certainly the figure of man that could be seen from among them.

He is analogous to a "traveler" who became unusual from the world of Tahei, when the war and natural disasters ended eighteen years ago. The traveler stood in the abyss of the height opposite the shore, with his left hand in his mouth, waving his right hand wide.

"Oh, guys, I think you found out about me!

Because of the considerable distance, the "one-tempo late voice" of the communication machine built by the rabbit sage can be heard in good time.

Yet there was certainly something to play the harp line of Ars, even though the traveler's face nestled far opposite the shore.

I thought it was "the first time I heard a voice", but I remembered that it was not, and I remembered that I had seen a face in the order (and then), even though it was far-sighted.

(That face, but no way!)

Then I immediately lowered my gaze and saw an apricot nestled in an autumn cherry blossom flower garden on an octagonal earth made over the gorge.

(Maybe I got a report from Mr. Netsuerk, but I can't believe you're here alone from Wang Du...)

I remember walking into a military school and seeing a new soldier's face in a way that looked up only once for "encouragement".

The soldiers align themselves in the gardens of the royal palace, which are not open on a daily basis, in a strict state of precaution, and meet their faces and voices for a short time.

'Well, Ars is the subordinate of the middle. My God, if I'm not even interested in work, I can't remember their faces or names.

Besides, even in the voice of my heart, I use polite words with no disrespect if I can be seen who I am.

I know Kirtansas wanted it. "

A name that leaks from the comms machine mixing emotions that impress him as luxuriously as ever, Grandor has a direct subordinate, Arsen, who was leaked in the army cafeteria.

And Ars panics that many of his contemporaries admired among the newcomers, that there was no back shield or anything, and that it was the name of a masterpiece that made him captain of the Royal Guard.

There's probably only one person in this country who can lightly call that captain's name.

In that case, it looks like he really came here alone, so he'll mourn again from Kirtansas when he gets home.

"I will certainly train Lord Kirtansas to join the Knights of the Royal Guard so that he does not struggle any harder, so please comfort him..."

"Oh," he said. "I'm looking forward to it!

Ars felt the identity of the traveler and solidified, while Grandor and Arsen were having a telepathic conversation, and voices leaked from a comm plane sandwiched in his hand that was also fitted with white gloves.

"While overtaking" His Majesty King Dagger Sunflower, "could it have been added a further improvement to the communications machine built by the Rabbit's Sage?.

For example, even over a telecom, your mother gave you the ability to pick up people's minds and read them. "

"You're a boulder Arsen! Exactly!. Sister Balsam and her maid Sugar did a lot for me."

So somewhere in my mind I had in mind, but the military man who was unloading the angelic abilities of a beauty whose hopes were crushed not to want me to hit him if I could, dropped his shoulder disappointingly.

Als also calls it "Sister Balsam," which reminds me of a maid whose mentor's mother is certainly the king's "cousin" and a former magician named Sugar.

"Well, it seems to be an application of magic mirrors, and it's limited to people with purple eyes like me, so in no way does the performance of a communications machine compare to that made by a rabbit sage."

(Ho, it's really His Majesty the King)

The new soldier is afraid of Arsen and the voice of the king of his country, who is turning his gaze back toward the telecommunications machine he holds, which was pointing at the distant opposite shore.

"It's really His Majesty the King ~. If you're near the comms, as Arsen says, you can read your mind, so let's not be cautious, Ars Trad '

Such a reply returned, gently slapping Arsen with his head down disappointingly on the shoulder of his godson, who accidentally held his mouth, without the use of the rabbit sage.

"Als, Your Majesty Dagger Sunflower is your boss, the infidel rabbit sage, who has no choice but to minister." You know what I mean?

"Yes, Dear Alsen..."

Asked earlier by Ars but left unanswered next to such an exchange of blonde mentors, Stu was actually confused about something.

(Eh, but surely His Majesty the King...)

Along with Apricot, I watched King Dagger Sunflower over the magic mirror at a time when the sun still didn't rise, and all I can remember is how he slept rolling, but not even Grandor, but his body was a success.

Although it is not clear until the construction of the face in a distance or the like, its contours are clear because there is no black pigeon drifting in the valley, and it looks the same as what I saw over the magic mirror, but in a sense the characteristic parts are different.

(Sure, I think my hair was short...?)

I can tell that what's in Schutt's sight right now is someone drooling his long dark hair unconstitutionally behind his neck in the distance.

Now, it was certainly something that sounded familiar over the magic mirror to a voice that had the power to drop the shoulders of my best friend, my brother.

I wonder if the sudden growth of hair means that the king has been wearing "" like Apricot.

Exactly! Stu! "

"Dowwwww?!

To the exotic words that suddenly resonated in his head and the voice of His Majesty the King, he accidentally actually spoke out, and to the reacting St. Now if Grandor dropped his successful shoulder, the eagle stopping on that shoulder went up only cleverly inclined minutes.

"Stu, what's wrong?!

"Ars, it's something you don't care about. Your Majesty suddenly flew telepathy to Stu."

"You're absolutely right, Alsen!

Dragged to the king's pace by Alsen's words and his sudden appearance in the voice of his mother's cousin, who, while advising him, encouraged him to give up, the boys are made to experience their eyes in black and white.

Just in that, sounding in Schutt's head was something that changed and added seriousness to the weight and majesty.

"Now, shall we leave this alone with the impression of" King Dagger Sunflower "on Als Trad, the new soldier?

I'm going to have to tell Stu a little bit about the edges that were spinning like this.

While I'm telling you, you can leave your best friend to Arsen. "

The King's Voice - Perhaps the conversation between Ars and Arsen did continue while the telepathy sounded through the comms.

"I feel that His Majesty the Dagger Sunflower, the Sage of the Rabbit, can be seen to obey honestly.

You're a very powerful person who should be called that boulder... "

"Yes, born of a god and a witch, a king. A rabbit is a lovely thing."

With Arce's feeling of being too honest and Arsen's scathing representation of his mother's cousin, Stu's cooler liver, the king echoed in his head a bitter laugh that would give him a softer impression if ever compared.

"Netuk's description of him as" like a brother "is also a convincing conversation. So, Stu.

Now I'm wearing hair rather than what you think, …

This is also an instruction from Netsuerk, but originally I probably wear this in public business, and the people of Wangdu probably think that I have long black hair.

Now, even if Ars had looked like a traveler on the other side of the coast, he would have recognized me as King Dagger Sunflower.

Although it was a transmission from a unilaterally begun "king," Stu honestly accepted, and awaiting the next word, a small roar of the king sounded.

"I'm thankful you didn't pinch the words here, even though the question would have arisen.

It is the grandson apprentice of Boulder Julian Zaheto whose head turns.

So, if you want to get straight to the point, I want you to get through that too.

Dan Lion is the one you saw over the magic mirror, short hair, and in turn, the purple eyes on the left have eye bands.

It's an order that I want you to recognize me as a baker for 10,000 years, working for Grandpa Barrota at the bakery.

The word "order" sounds quite heavily on Stu's mind, but now it becomes a bitter laugh on Stu's mind.

(Nothing, I'm going to follow Dagger Sunflower, even if I don't say so.

Well, "Dan Lion" may be the king who wants to move freely, but first, Miss Lily wants to make you live a normal life, right?)

I feel like I've been watching Dagger Sunflower for years, really disrespectful and arguing that I'm younger, but "I want you to know that I'm doing my role as king diligently as this person."

That was the feeling I had for a king who could pick up his heart and read it, feeling it coming from Stu's "brother's gun" now in his hand and "brother's gun" inserted in his belt in his abdomen to stain it.

And sht nods deeply in his chest at the feeling of staining him with what I want you to know.

(I don't know if the gun feels like telling the king, but at least think that someone with the last name Zahetto wants to help for this country)

When I set aside, I was not a king yet, but as a close friend of a being who had a desire to protect something important, one of the "dreams" that my master (seiko) master (seiko) wanted to have with me.

"I want to help people who are working hard so that one or more people and children in this country can laugh."

With two dozen guns in his hand holding such a dream, he continued his journey to be of any help to the peace of this country, and he worked for it to continue even after the peace had been reached.

With decades of prayer in the gun, and seeing it as the "king" that will protect this country again, I don't even feel like I'm telling myself that I'm in charge.

(Maybe this is what Miss Lily said, the guy who knows how it feels to be a gunned mourner when you spend time with Julian Zaheto)

If he was staring at his brother's gun and his own, his brother, the voice of the king of this country sounded again.

"... if you know that much, thank you very much.

Me, me, me, this year, I've had two glasses with Gloriosa Sunflower, but I don't think it's going to be charismatic. "

When I felt it had a sound that made me feel depressed, albeit only slightly, if not because of Stu's temper, when I realized it, I thought of that again to my older opponent in a businesslike way.

(There, Gloriosa Sunflower is Gloriosa Sunflower.

Doesn't Dagger Sunflower feel like a Dagger Sunflower?.

At least, no matter what kind of awesome person I've never talked to, I'm not as big of a hearted person as I can trust or respect them)

Because I'm a cautious person, I've been told many times that the answer is the same, but I only believe in what I see and think and touch and see.

Even if that's "life and existence that wasn't originally born into this world," if there's a history of being on the side and talking about it, it's well worth believing in a boy named Stu.

Stu, you must be an amazing, sweet person.

Telepathically return unspoken thoughts to the boy's grand apprentice of his father's best friend as he picks them up with purple eyes over a telecom.

I don't know if I can hear you, but I hope I can hear you, like Arsene and Grandor just made Maple hear you.

(Have you been around since you were talking about Maple?)

As Stu rounds his eyes to his surprise, Ig, who stays on the shoulder of the big brown man, shivers slightly, Grandor strokes the eagle's throat with his fingertips, pointing his earthy colored eyes.

Strange, though a man named Grandor McGaffin should be, his great body and grandeur atmosphere are about to be illusioned for a moment with this king who met him over the magic mirror.

Later, when Stu heard that Grandor was in charge of Dagger's role as a shadow fighter, it was convincing enough.

And even though he didn't know about it, if he felt the presence of Dagger Sunflower from a presence with wings stretched out from his brown back, the boy around his head noticed that the king had apparently plotted a lot from "before".

"Your Majesty Dagger Sunflower is your boss, the infidel rabbit sage, who has no choice but to minister, so you see what I mean?"

Earlier, if Arsen remembered the words he had told his best friend as if he had chewed and included them, he would be somewhat convinced.

I'm not familiar with Stu, but I know that Rabbit Sage means Netsurk, and I know that character is "inedible".

I think it's enough charisma just to say that he's made of it.

I'm sure that no matter how smart and strong he is, he won't obey if he doesn't have something to be attracted to, whether he knows it or not.

While Stu thought so, a voice that felt the same distance he was doing on the "yarn phone" as Maple's voice earlier sounded on Stu's head.

"Humans are the source of" arrogance "with any power, if that power grows."

"I also need the power to restrain that power, and I think the bearer of that power should be the one furthest from arrogance and above all the gentlest."

That's why I asked my sweetest best friend, Julian Zaheto, to be the bearer of the gun.

Even what we hear from afar, we believe from the bottom of our hearts in the weapon called a gun and the master master who is in charge of using it, and the strength is conveyed that neither fine dust nor doubt.

"Apparently, you sound good.

This is my father's voice when he told me about his best friend, who had been alienated for a reason, when I was just a little girl.

Still, before my brother was born, he made me an easy slingshot, and he told me. "

The voice of a king with the power to hesitate to attack, even if it was reported by a country that slept in old age, analogous to a god named Gloriosa Sunflower, but also by a country that wants a great power with a fertile earth named Selisanceum, until it is officially reported that it has "gone astray".

It's just too strong for me.

If you speak only with your voice, the height and quality of the sound in your head sounds much the same from the communication machine that was in Arsen's hands from earlier on.

(But no. Dagger is more gentle for that matter, although it may not extend in strength)

It is perhaps difficult to find kindness because of its resemblance to the gods.

But a man with short hair, seen over a magic mirror, with gentle purple colored eyes in his left eye, can feel strange that he has a tenderness that is not too strong for a king.

"Thank you. In the end, I am a king who feels inferior (complex) either to what my father calls" resemblance "or" resemblance ".

Still, my mother tells me that "Dagger Sunflower" is a "Dagger Sunflower" government in this country.

(I have nothing to complain about in my country's current politics.

Yeah, but Master Grandor told me that even people with disabilities like Ato want more policies that allow them to participate in society)

If only for a little while, with encouragement, I put my hopes "firmly" in my mind, I echoed Schutt's mind as the laughter reflected.

Then we must welcome the Helpers in order to carry out their government.

telepathy sounded profound, shortly afterwards,

'By the way, Stu, do you still have some gun ammo left?.

Sometimes the highest "rabbit sage" in our country told me, "If the king is free, help the conductor protect this roblow", so I came.

And then, in the beginning, I found a woman who I prefer better. I can't stay or not. "

In telepathy, the voice echoing from the communications machine with a force that does not seem like someone who was gently and honestly disclosing his or her mood is lavish, Dagger asks.

However, the contents of that lavish language included a lie to delude the rabbit sage and Ars, the only one Netuark thought was "separate," and while Stu was upset "far from his earlier delicately felt mood," to answer the question, he stuck his hand in the red and black coat with his brother's right hand not holding the gun.

"Oh, yes, is that a bullet, wait a minute"

Make sure you're upset with the rest of the bullets in your coat, while you put the word to where you're calming down so Alsen can make up for it

"Your Majesty, as one of the people, I am very pleased that His Majesty, who was thought to run until I walked down the bachelor street, had a lady of my choice.

But his majesty originally sent Grandor to this robow in the name of "agricultural training" for the execution of the noblemen who carried the burden of grabbing him. "

"Uh, that's also," Your Majesty's mistake "from the rabbit, and I definitely reported yesterday... today or I got it.

Thank you, Grandor! But thanks to you, I'm going to be able to get along with a successful lady trying to do something I can't do without a pretty strong man called the stripping ritual!

"Words of labor, it hurts. Washi - I, too, as one of my subordinates, would like to express my pleasure.

However, even though the events that were supposed to be fulfilled as a dredging ritual are authorized to use the technique of descent in this manner, I am sorry for what I used on my own initiative. "

Stu was desperate not to break his expression in the early conversation between the hero and the king, where he was exchanged with a flourishing whiteness while ascertaining the remaining bullets.

Ars told himself, "It's nothing strange because he's a king," but he could have blinked violently at the shock that his boss's name would be so grand as a blowing cereal confection that he should have treated his existence confidentially by using the "no-go technique".

It's just that in that, while keeping the great power of angels down, Grandor's renaming of himself as "I," and dealing with the king over the comms, even created enough tension for the boys who were still less than adults.

'Never mind, it will be an ex-post report, but the fact that Liquorice gave permission to use Gibreel's abilities, including Gabriel's, instead of Alsen, who is ill, will probably make a mess of it in good shape for the aristocrats and the court.

Besides, the fact that the label family's maiden is a woman will also be a good shake for the senator faction that has stood by the boy's court knights in the past few years.

If you have something to do with me, if you have something to do with protecting the territory of this country in the background, you can round it up somehow, and at the end of the day, even if you retire, you still have a say, let Tuberose do his best. '

Even though he seems to be making a joke about what happened in this territory called Robrow, the boys looked at each other unexpectedly that politics was definitely involved there.

"Well, leave this much to talk about kina smell......, Mr. Stu.

How about your gun, including the number of bullets your majesty was asked about, Ato, your "brother's gun"?

Arsen asks at the same time that he has finished counting the bullets left in his coat if he has read the flow of Schutt's mind.

"The number of bullets, my rotary magazine (cylinder) will all be filled.

But Ato's will feel like filling all that's left won't fill you up.

That said, the original Ato magazine can be packed more. "

"Then pack it all to yourself first to Stu's, then pack it all to Ato and put it down"

"Okay."

Stu was nodding at orders from over the comms machine, pinching his brother's gun into the replacement belt, and beginning to put bullets in the rotary magazine with his own gun in his hand.

"Grandor, Arsen, once told by Netuark, it's easy to flush the upcoming clues over telepathy"

In the words of this king, Ars immediately raises a question, but recalls the fact that "the mind can pick up and read even over the comms machine", which for this boy rarely wrinkles between the brows.

Sometimes the unexpected look of a new soldier would have been telepathically conveyed, but only Schutt, who was on his side, noticed.

And while he finished packing the bullets safely, Dagger picks up Stu's mood to worry about his best friend, and goes on to say more from the comms.

I don't think I'm "awkward" about what I just thought, Als Trad. It's perfectly natural that you should have thought of that. "

The two heroes reacted at the same time to the voice echoing from the communications machine in Arsen's hands.

And Alsen, who is able to read the flow of emotions due to the capacity of the water angel, also accepts what has flowed through the thoughts of his godson and his best friend if the King's telepathic and concentrated objects have been interrupted.

However, I didn't speak a word, I just turned my labour-like eyes on my godchild, and those lips didn't open.

"Did Mr. Netsuak know all this would happen from the ritual?

That's all I can say with my mouth, but there's an empty eye.

"Was there no better way to do it?"

Stu knew that the seeping thoughts of uncut could not flow or be picked up and read.

That's almost equal to the thoughts I had about the sage I met just over the magic mirror.

'Don't make that a matter of way of saying it.

There would be a slight difference between "I knew" and "I could think about it"?

By the way, Ars Trad, Netsuark Saxfawn thought this time the conductor would be "in the situation we are in," and predictions were definitely made.

However, since it was decided to begin the dredging ritual on this robow, the term "handkerchief" here is bad, but it would have taken into account the origins and moods that members and the person have traced.

So, to be precise, one result in the pattern that I was thinking about in that tinted head is something that I'm just saying right now.

"- Those who have been involved in Robrow's agricultural training, the ritual of dredging, especially the investigation of the more fundamental amputation of nobility, even though he would have done his job, he probably would have known the story of the land even more."

The boy with the empty eyes feels he is still being "persuaded".

At the same time, I realized that both the King and Grandor had the desire "not to blame someone named Netuark for doing it".

(I'm not blaming you, it's just that if you were Mr. Netuak, you might have managed to...)

But I realized it would also lean on me using the word "believe," and my irresponsible hopes rapidly shriveled, trying to light inside me.

"It seems that Lord Apricot and Lord Apricot are friends.

Maybe it's like an occupational disease in an intelligence unit, and you knew more about the Lordship's relationship than any normal friend.

Including all of that, even if I could think about this one, did I move "until I could do something about it"?

And for my part, I think it's impossible to think that I can do something about everything when I'm in the position of Lord Eeyore.

I can't believe I can do anything like that. It's a goddess who created this world and entrusted it to the goddess of the earth. "

And then, like "stop", the voice of a mentor who felt quite cold, even though it was the same language as before, the colored person, the hope of trying to burn without realizing it, disappeared.

"Right, I'm sorry, I just had a lot of stories and explanations"

In retrospect, I also recall that even if I could think and think about it, if the cause had been in the past, it was overflowing with things that I couldn't do.

'But, Als Trad, I think it's a good thing that you want to do something about it, have hope.

So, don't worry, Netuark is going to "conspire" with the rabbit sage and at least take it to a situation where it's "worked out" right now. "

"Oh, is Lord Rabbit Sage and Lord Netsuruk with you?

So, a big wind rises.

One Ars seemed surprised, but because two heroes with six wings stretched out on their backs accidentally widened their wings, Stu's was about to slip off the gun without thinking of his "brother's gun".

"Oh, it's like the last one's gonna make a place and a situation where you can say," Welcome back "and" I'm home. "

Well, that's why I came out of the castle because I might need a dagger sunflower. "