Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

"Mr. Stu, it's time for you to make your move."

"Yes."

Earlier, I was told by the king's dagger, through a comms machine, that "the conductor has told me that we are going to be flowing through telepathy".

Aligned with Grandor for whatever reason, he falls back behind Ars, and the comms call to St after giving it to Ars, his godson, and responds.

Shortly after Grandor's descent with Arsene, Dagger Sunflower pulled out his machete and kicked him into the valley's abyss, acting as if he'd jumped a few steps down the stairs.

"Make sure you only show the wings down and don't step forward."

So much so that he was likely to ignore the instructions of the colored conductor.

"... I need you to think about your position a little more."

"If Grandor is surprised, even if he safely" ran down "the valley, the conductor, Lord Netsuerk, will complain."

I managed to keep it from coming forward, but witnessing the moment consoled Grandor for a long time if he was rarely "blurry" with the way his liver was cooled, a beautiful best friend who was also trying to get only wings out.

In order to bring down the angel who has been conducting intense movements and earthly forces for a long time now, he suppressed the successful chest in the state of peeling with his left hand fitted with a golden bracelet.

The king shakes up his machete as he rushes downhill through an almost extinct part of the valley, wrapping a silver glowing force (energy) that no new soldier or mercenary has seen throughout his blade.

When the two boys understood with their senses that the brilliance of silver was no wonder, no spirits, no magic, just "great power," the king was descending the sword he shook up.

The silver force sent out to be flown from the tip of the blade falls faster than the king "running down" as he instantly blows away the remaining black jaws in the valley of Robrow from its place in the shape of an arc.

The four remaining sights at height became clearer when the bird flew.

At that time, Stu turns his gaze first, when the "arc of silver" will turn toward him, and notices the "picture book" sitting on the side of the gray-haired person sitting at the center of the octagon.

(The picture book Mr. Netuark had...)

A picture book that spells out the story of a being who now sits next to him, including the gun he's now handing himself, even if it's not as good as his brother's, including a history of a thick goddess of emotions who has courageously reached out to himself who is constrained and twisted quite a bit.

In the next moment I noticed the picture book, an arc of silver slashes a crack into the wall of the "pillar" that bottoms the octagonal earth, hitting it directly so that it could be buried in the autumn cherry blossom that Stu was staring at, winding up intense dust.

"Can't you even fall down normally, my king!

"Oh, that."

'Well, don't say that! Netsurk! So if it's like this, "Deacon's Rock you" will be relieved?.

I don't see anything in the smoke, but I can definitely hear your heart saying "tyrant."

When I wondered if my voice had leaked all at once from the communications machine in Ars' hands, the voice was abruptly interrupted, and although there was no certainty, I was able to organize the situation naturally that the "king had cut off" the same person I was listening to.

If I sht, I don't know about Netsuruk and the King, but Apricot's upset voice is casually fresh, and Ars is just distracted.

"Arsene's predictions have come true."

"I can only say thank you very much, Grandor, for not being comfortable with the king's confusion."

Als was listening with Stu holding two guns of the conversation Arsen and Grandor were having while extending only the blades from his back side.

(You're very concerned about the existence of "kings of your own country," even if you're friends with people like Lord Sage and Mr. Netsuruk who act boldly in one way or another.)

Even though I thought it would be awe-inspiring to see such a place, if it came from the character of a shrewd Ars, I was more intimate with a good man named Grandor McGaffin, a big farmer than ever.

"Now, Ars, if you have a little bit more, you have a role to play, so that you can keep track of the upcoming trends.

Turn your gaze toward the conductor, and do not deviate. "

"Yes! Dear Alsen,"

Reminds me of my military school days, in a harsh tone, Ars squeezed his attention and blinked his empty eyes violently.

Then, although the vision was clearer than ever, the power of wonder and wind became stronger, and the hair of each (every) person at height swept into the wind.

The power of the wind was even stronger, enough to make a "sound", but it did not feel strange and uncomfortable at all, and it also received an atmosphere that was somewhat pleased with Ning Luo.

"As long as it's done, you know His Majesty will shut down his correspondence."

Ars was looking back unexpectedly when he had just been told not to distract himself from his gaze because his mentor had said such a word in the rear.

Although it is normal for a mentor to have good product, he has a very gentle smile, and the big brown man in line also floats with a bitter smile seeping tenderness.

I immediately realized that something "smiling" had happened with magic that I could not use or with the power of spirits that were difficult to feel, possibly under this valley.

Arsene also fully understood that what she accidentally said could not help but attract the interest of the teaching, the godchild, and she narrowed her beautiful green eyes and conveyed the feeling of "sorry, Ars".

(I think the king received Mr. Apricot's "work" this time from Mr. Netuak, and he was there to welcome his daughter-in-law or even Robrow.)

"Your Majesty has a" type "that you can't give away more than someone you like."

"Yes, His Majesty King Dagger prefers to be strong."

If you recall what the colored conductor used to call it, then again, there is a strong wind, and you gain certainty that the "Spirit of the Wind is active".

Feeling the wind, floating in Ars' chest was the voice of Lily, a cute, sister like a bell ringing.

"The Spirit of the Wind loves to talk.

Especially when it comes to love and love, they say it's my favorite of spirits. '

At that time when Ars was in trouble before, not knowing the preference of the Spirit, the young colleague girl explains it to the best of her knowledge.

Ars is particularly bad at that time of year, being told about spirits who say they like "love," confused but now the situation naturally makes some newbie soldiers happy.

The king's will to "like the strong" is known through Netuark, and Ars has never heard of the feelings of that opponent at heart, Apricot.

But even with the voice leaked from the comms machine earlier, from the smile floated by the mentor and his best friend right now, maybe a few people wearing masks while that woman is ruling this western realm, I think about the king.

It's neither right nor unfounded confidence, but when Ars thinks so, the dust caused by Dagger from the machete by the force of the wind is flushed.

"Ars, the dust is clear"

Yeah, reward Ars, and what Stu was staring at was a "magic picture book" that Dagger Sunflower should have shot straight at a move rolled out of a machete, but hasn't changed at all.

You're not hurt.

Though the distance opens up for a long time, so that it can be buried in the blooming autumn cherry blossoms even over the octagonal earth, the old and splendid picture books I once saw over the magic mirror do not appear to be at least hurtful to Stu's eyes.

The picture book also looked as if it had no choice but to be in the place beside the tall, tall beings of gray hair sitting on their knees in the heart of the blooming octagonal earth of autumn cherry blossoms.

But I don't care what "it" is to Stu.

(Think Ars didn't notice the picture book?)

- Thank you, Stu.

The Ars first expressed his gratitude and returned to the posture he was looking back at.

(After all, don't you really care?)

Looking elsewhere for Stu's feelings, Ars's person leaves the abyss of heights in a slight peek, searching for a conductor who was temporarily invisible due to the smoke.

As instructed by his mentor, Arsen, he once again tries to see, in the clarity of his sight, the commander of the colors of the octagonal earth above him.

"Ah."

The green coat, which clearly shows Netuk in the blooming autumn cherry blossoms, could be found immediately.

But empty eyes go beyond that - capturing the presence of gray hair sitting at the center of the octagon.

Although the costume seemed to have changed again since we broke up in the street, I knew immediately that it was what I called "Belzebub".

When the wind blows again and Ars' hair is shaking in the wind, but he stares at it, the "opponent" also notices it, and he rises in a agile motion that can't be expected from the appearance of impressing even the gray-haired "Weng".

And Ars realized he was staring up at himself.

(Good, if you could just move that, you'd be fine)

- Please, I sincerely hoped that for a boy who can't use the magic of the conductor's double-part mandala, the only persuasion he can do is think of it as amazing.

(What is it now -?)

The lips buried in Belzebub's white beard moved, the shadows stretched from behind when they looked like that to Ars.

When Ars looked back again, the mentor and his best friend were widening each feather wide, but the new soldier also found that it was only "feathers" that were visible from the abyss of height.

I think they're gonna say "smart" because they do these things. "

"How can you describe it so that there are only 12 wings?"

Though I can't grasp the details of what Arsene and Grandor are doing, I immediately noticed that they were instructing me to do so.

"Uh, is that the instruction of the conductor, Mr. Netsuerk?"

"Yeah, that's right, Ars - more than that, oh, that sounds good already."

I immediately understood the meaning of "sounds good" to mean "you don't have to look at the conductor anymore".

However, I was concerned about the presence of the gray-haired "Belzebub" who was looking up at me earlier, and peek into the valley again.

But the grey-haired man stood up to see what was going on, leaning down.

(What's wrong?)

As I tried to peek in already to find out why, a shadow moved with both the sound of the wings, and a strong wind stroked Ars' cheek.

But it wasn't Alsen's or Grandor's, it was woken from Ig, an eagle that stops on a successful brown shoulder.

Well, you know what?

"Kae."

If Grandor spoke to make sure, the eagle sounded and flew immediately, as he replied, and went to the opposite shore where the king had been earlier.

(It's the Pope's eagle, and he would be very clever, so I wonder if he's still instructed anything.

Besides, it looks like we don't have to look at Mr. Netsuerk anymore, but what do we do now?)

When you think about it, if you accidentally feel an atmosphere containing tension and look at you, you see Stu peering into the abyss of heights just like you do.

I've never seen him hold a gun in both hands before, and I could perceive the atmosphere with some thought into it.

"Stu, what's wrong?

He was still thinking of something, and Ars called out, as if he had woken up with his eyes, moving his body wrapped in a scary red and black coat.

"No, maybe I was just a little nervous. More than that, you haven't heard from Mr. Netsuerk yet, have you?

(I guess I was thinking of something)

In order to check the status quo myself, I look down again and say the status quo.

"Yeah, His Majesty was moved to shelter Master Apricot, but Mr. Netsuerk is not moving"

So cut the words short once.

Though I expected Dagger to have landed beside Apricot, if you look closely, he held his shoulders to attract rather than say close range.

If that's all, I know what it means to have two heroes create a smiling atmosphere earlier, but the machete remains unplugged.

(That, but the tip of the machete is not for Mr. Belzebub)

"But I wonder where the tip of His Majesty's machete is pointing"

I mouthed whatever I wanted and saw the one facing the tip of it.

(Think of it, after raising so much smoke, the octagonal earth is not like any soil is choosing)

Ars turns an empty eye where the force that had been the arc of silver unleashed by Dagger, which caused the earlier smoke to rise, appears to have clashed.

Although it has never been covered in dirt and sand, the autumn cherry blossoms affected by wind pressure are blossoming, but there are bends from the root stem.

I can't really see Als wondering who the object is that is caught in the green stem and buried there.

(But the tip of His Majesty's machete is pointing)

"I wonder, there's something buried inside the Autumn Cherry Blossom Fields, maybe pointing it towards you. I wonder what the hell."

Stu opens his mouth gradually if he says what he thinks again.

"Yeah, maybe that's a picture book."

It's still a short date day, but I've never seen Stu sharpen his eyes to this point and put two guns in place, although the thing called distance has been a long, deep relationship.

"Picture book?"

That's what they say, and while the sunshine and wind have been delivered, they try to stare at what Stu calls a picture book.

No, I can't see why.

I know there's something in Akikura Field, but the new soldier couldn't see it as a picture book.

"Well, maybe I'll have to go after them."

Rather than not being able to see the picture book, I rounded my empty eyes at what Stu had said, as if it were willful.

(I don't mean to fight, but if you're referring to someone, isn't that Mr. Belzebub?)

I thought so and looked at the exotic God that he was descending into this world, the name Belzebub.

(Oh, but you have to convince me, not fight)

"... Lord Sage"

I remember what the king said when he shrugged and grabbed the comms machine that Alsen gave him.

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

"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. "

(Even if the persuasion is done by Mr. Netsuerk and Lord Apricot or His Majesty -)

What the King really reminds me of in the words he has conveyed over the comms machine is his own colleague, a sage who looked like a moffy, brown-haired rabbit who was completely settled by the time he came to Robrow and was hugged by a girl with cheerful green eyes.

(Remember, there may be some work as the highest sage in the country, but more than anyone else, there are girls waiting for the rabbit sage lord)

'Cause even though it's one promise, if you can't keep it, the "two" will be sad.

Sage says you shouldn't make promises you can't make to your loved ones. "

Even though I publicly stated that I liked tea eyes and flirting, I didn't want to hurt the girl who would really care, but I was teaching her that because of it.

The knight that Ars respected cut it off as "manipulative," and said, "I don't want to be sad, I'd rather not be."

If Ars can also prevent pitiful things, I don't want him to be a little colleague who's starting to think like my sister.

"So if you can't promise, I don't want to.

"I don't want to betray you."

However, I also felt it was different for Lily to moisturize her usual cheerful eyes and hesitate to make promises that grown-ups would say "I don't want my loved ones to feel sad".

So at that time, Ars, who was just a little angry at the rabbit sage who had left Lily for a reason or the Netsuark Saxfawn of the Saxophone ear, makes a casual promise without asking.

"Lily waits in the basement of the old lord's residence with you, Stu or Ato, as the sage's letter suggests.

I'll be back safely. Promise, that's all.

Lily. "

At first I was going to say something about myself, but I came here and had one strong wish in the chest of a new soldier because the king of the country gave me the name "rabbit sage" without intending to force anyone to do so.

"Please, may the Rabbit's Sage and Lily be the best reunited after all this situation is over"

"What really bothers you, my escort knight?"

Netuark laughs bitterly at the Rabbit's Wise Escort Knight on the octagonal earth, not far from the other side, but at the "height", which is quite high above his colored head.

"But it wouldn't have been a very or" hardest "promise now, would it, Netuark?

A king who could pick up his heart and read the things that a wise man thought of in his mind before this situation began. He laughed as he stood with his machete and showed his sturdy teeth, which were very similar to his influential warrior, the big brown man.

Sure, that's why the wise man shrugs his shoulder small while standing in the shape of playing his finger.

"Well, the" persuasion "one has done well, and as a fast place, Lord Rabbit Sage, shall we do our best to get back?

Besides, I hope you don't disappear as an enemy, my escort knight.

So thank you, twister, for accepting my persuasion. "

To the last, to the extent that he felt, but politely expressed his gratitude, and looked with a smile at the presence of an ancient and exotic god who accepted the "re-covenant," Baalzebul smiled slightly more complicated.

Als Trad's wish on his chest was echoed on Dagger, Apricot, Netourc, and Ba 'alzebul's chest, over an octagonal earth, via a communications machine that Dagger was making "voice alone unconnected".

Although it is a pity that he is still called by the name of the Prime Minister of Hell, Baalzebul consciously chooses to "continue" to change it.

"Non can only hope that the traveler's" plot "will now go cleverly.

But the clever thing is, if Lucifer's vessel is the least sad way, let's do it the way you do it, even if you turn the world around.

Hearing that reply, Netuark smiles unfaithfully, holding his finger up, as usual.

"Thank you.

- Lord Baalzebul, I'll come. "

First I played my long finger and rang it three times.

At the foot of the wise man, regardless of the place called the Fall Cherry Blossom Flower Garden, the six stars, overlaid with two triangles, accompanied by white light particles, float in line.

"I know you're aware of it a lot, but be careful"

When the sage of colour, who is also the instigator, calls with a voice that makes him feel quite nervous, it also transmits and slightly "contagious" to the exotic king wrapped in wrinkles and white beards.

"Oh, this may be the first time the descendants of a traveler have come, but Non is also like the first time this attempt has been made, let's just do it from here.

Rest assured, if there is a guarantee that the re-contract will not "disappear" even if it fails or if it is forgotten, he himself will give up the failure of the re-contract.

Even so, I'm not gonna accept failure. "

That's the only place I can't give in to find the angel of the stars, even if the time of the previous covenant and my history can be repainted by the prime minister of hell.

"In the unlikely event of a failure, none of the beings of the current at this time will disappear, but the beings involved in this place called Robrow will no longer have the opportunity to meet in the course of time of the person's life.

If the consequences of failure are as good as that, there is no gain or loss on either side. "

BA ALSEBLE A whirlwind with white particles is winding up in the momentum that rocks the autumn cherry fields from the six-mang stars floating from the feet of the wise man even while he keeps saying that.

The sound of the wind is obviously strong and loud, but with Dagger holding his shoulder in it, Apricot opens his mouth as he ties the mark Netuk was making at the former Lordship's residence.

"But I will definitely miss Ato"

"The loneliness is something you can bury."

Replying that way without setting aside, Baarzebul had also tied for the first time a "mark" that Netourc and Apricot were carrying in their knowledge.

"But to truly miss Mr." Deacon Locke "is something that makes me happy, even if the husband and wife are the best for the vessel.

"So far, thank you, Ato. Keep up the good work and get along with your brother Stu. Mr. Locke, please."

Tell him that, and he'll never get caught up in that kid's custody, even if it's a temporary or permanent goodbye. "

Even though he looks unlimited like his grandfather, Pean Vinegar, he carefully spins from his lips the words he wants his brother, the boy with the caution stick, who is now at height, his voice becomes that of a gentle butler and reaches Apricot.

"Okay."

Just a little while, making a noise like a pin on his nose, he untied the hand that had tied the mark, aligned his index finger and middle finger with a hand fitted with leather gloves, and drew a line to the side in the large front.

In the trace that drew the line, it became a thin, white line of light, and stopped on the spot, and the next time it was drawn vertically, the line remained, and if it was repeated nine degrees to draw horizontally, the lattice that created the twelve helices floated.

The lift floating in the sky disappears as it blends into the wind in the front of Apricot and Dagger, but in exchange it brings silence and reaches to the center where Baalzebul is.

While further purification was being carried out in the form of "cutting nine letters," Netuark played his fingers five times this time with Pattin, Pattin, Pattin, Pattin and Pattin while still immovable.

"I think some of the" boxes "were also treated like the root of the magic of" Deacon's Rock. "

If you can pull it out, you can use it smartly. "

The moment Netuark voiced the past of the peen peeking in the "blood covenant," while winding up his colored hair, the pentagram floated inside the six-mang star floating at his feet, this time with a glowing black line.

"Lord Baarzeble, how are you?"

Because they are somewhat different from the way they are doing it, when they ask Baarzebul, who should be their "companion", they narrow and concentrate their eyes by inserting them inside each other so as to hide their long fingers in the hands of the body that mimics Pean Vinegar's body.

"Oh, I want to wrap it up cleverly - Noumaxammanda bazaradasenda makarashada sowataya untarata" kamman ""

If Apricot or Grandor uttered the word "Camman", which is the key to harnessing the power of the exotic god "Acharanata," as we have seen in the former Lordship's mansion, it was just now tied from the top of a blue coat to a "shining string" invited by his magic.

If I tried it from the standpoint of being a wise man, I would say "I can carry a boulder," or if I mistakenly add or subtract it, I would be tempted to die instantly. I am deeply afraid that I am tying myself to the "magic of the eastern country".

"Well, you've come this far, but you can't make me grow up."

Yes, the moment Netsuruk spoke, "an old and fine picture book" buried in the autumn cherry blossom, "opens" with his own power, and at the same time, the figure of the sage is wrapped in a whirlwind of white and black.

Shoot "St Zaheto!" Picture Book "!

Fly the instructions toward the heights as the daggers roar with their machetes in place.

"Yes!"

Even with earplugs, he fires one shot at a spot that is just in the form of an opening, cleverly handling two different guns of different use, slightly surprised by the voice of the king who pushes through and arrives.

At the same time as the two shots landed, steam erupted from the geyser from that location, but as if "white" exited and spread around.

"White." Surprisingly.

Knowing the power of the gunshot sound with His Majesty the King's "roar," Grandor and Arsen had long before Stu shot the gun, looking stretching out six wings but sticking their own fingers in their ears.

Ars is staring at the octagonal earth in the form of a "spit swallowing", stuffing his earplugs he had just received into his ears since Stu put up two guns.

Even if this time the conductor was dressed in a whirlwind of white and black, and "Mr. Belzebub, with his body tied to a string of light" hidden in the white, he did not deviate from the gaze he poured out of his empty eyes.

"Still, is it hard to tell from the plane?"

"No, don't you mean just" attract "?"

I looked at my goddaughter and her best friend as I removed the finger I plugged into my ear at the same time.

"Mr. Stu, perhaps it will continue, so as not to distract you."

Arsen gives the instructions, and Stu nods as he lets the next bullet of the gun in both hands fill and stand.

Since the first time Netuark, the conductor, played his finger, it could be ascertained that it was because he saw it from "above" that something black, distinctly different from the colour of the earth, was beginning to seep and spread under the picture book buried between the autumn cherry blossoms falling under wind pressure, from the gap between the green stems and the leaves.

Although Ars cannot confirm the Magic Book as well, he can see that the earth beneath the branches and leaves of autumn cherry blossoms falling under the wind pressure is seeping black.

It didn't seem to take that long to stretch out and try to cover the octagonal earth, but it didn't reach the foot of Apricot and Dagger as if there were walls.

"Your Majesty won't worry, because Lord Apricot is setting up a bond that combines mandalas -"

"Lord Commander, what are you going to do now that he's tied up from himself?"

In the next moment Arsene mouths a statement that cares about the trend, Dagger waves down his machete, and once again a wave of force, unlike that silvered magic, clashes into a picture book that spits out a white dagger.

"As always, tyrants don't know what" add or subtract "is. Lord Baarzeble!"

Even in the midst of a whirlwind of white and black, he felt the power of the king of his country clashing into a "magical picture book" was apparently more powerful than a shooting.

From the magical picture book, the Apricot stretches its boundaries over the octagonal earth by ejecting further white swirls, and the swirls of white and black, other than those caused by Netsuerk, can instantly enter.

"I'm here"

Listening to a short reply relieves me, and Netsurk calls for more while securing the lid of the "box" to the open shape with one hand.

"I got a response. Most importantly, is it time to say," Are we set? "

When I ask about the order I put out before I exchanged a "re-contract", I get another early reply of my thoughts.

"Oh, just the right thing was in this vessel's memory, and I deserve it from now on"

"Keep a strong image, that's the" foundation ". I will" draw in "Lord Baarzeble, so stay put.

If you made a big move yourself, the picture book would try to pull you back as "Prime Minister of Hell".

Otherwise, the traveler's record of giving you the magic book will disappear into this world. "

That leads to "travelers" in this world - heroic activity being compromised from the world.

Therefore, the picture book containing the "will of the traveler" tries to recover the king of the "god of heights", who became its protagonist and now moves to the vessel.

It's just that, at least, even if they get it back, there's no such thing as the downside of "King of God at Heights" there.

Being in a picture book guarantees time that can be compared to "eternity" by sucking away memory and magic with the ability of a magical picture.

However, I was able to accommodate the best vessel that I could find that I had encountered a vessel called "Ars Trad" and that I could move around on my own.

Over eternal time, I began searching for the Lord of Movement and wanted to welcome him into the vessel of a boy who seemed the best, rather than waiting motionlessly.

However, the ability of the traveler to "not allow himself to forget", embedded in the magical picture book, seeks to return to the "king of the gods of the heights".

"It would have been sacred white."

Baalzebul had some unfortunate voices about the power to blow out of the picture book.

"Yes, perhaps ancient" Kether ", also translated as a crown, is the ability to trap it in a book dedicated to you."

Apricot, who knew that the word "Ketel" was written in a book his grandfather, who became a sage reader, was reading with a rare and difficult face, turned his gaze towards a whirlwind of white and black.

It just fits that I turned my gaze towards you in response to words spoken by a wise man, but sometimes the height of his voice "goes back" to a range that seems like a long time ago.

It was conveyed that the king who was on his side to shelter himself was also perceived, not losing the power in his shoulder-holding hand, but becoming "soft".

"Stu, do it again! The place is intact."

Now don't even look up, if Dagger told you as loud as ever, two gunshots immediately sounded.

And at the moment of being shot in, Baarzeble realizes that "something" extends right to his tying self.

The shooting caused "something" to retreat toward the "picture book" in the white jar.

"I didn't expect to go that far, exclusively for Non, a highly exotic god.

When this happens, I can't even tell you about people, but it seems like the Traveler Hall is more obsessed with keeping their names in this world. "

Even if I didn't know who "something" was, I could have guessed I was trying to pull myself back.

"No matter how many heroes a traveler may be honored and admired, he is a" man ". It's more dangerous to exist than you are.

But the achievements left in this world are too great to be seen beyond the "boundaries" of a person "

With that explanation, the wise man finds an object in the whirlwind and also in the "box" and "pulls" it.

"You don't have a hand that doesn't use it because it's" similar "around the corner."

If you approached Baalzebul with that mouth, you can also see that the exotic god is doing the "image" as the wise man instructed.

I noticed that Baarzeble was approaching as well, and I noticed what the wise man was holding, according to the side, while remaining in a tied shape.

"I miss that a lot"

"Yeah, if we hadn't locked this power in the box, I -" Washi "would have recommended to Lord Apricot this battle of battle, undefeated.

Still, why did you put so much effort into the box?

With that said, the power of "something" was imminent again when he offered "Rock's Dark Magic Talent" towards Baalzebul with hands with meatballs that could not be true rabbits.

There, Dagger's machete waved again.

"Is this the right time to do it?!.

Although the King, the last one His Majesty let go, was more toward Mr. Netsuark and that gray-haired (Shiragana) grandfather than a picture book?!

Stu turns toward Arsene and Grandor, straying from the way he calls Dagger, putting up what he's been pointing at the gunpoint for his picture book.

"I'm curious, but I don't know what's going on down there."

"But it doesn't look like His Majesty or His Lordship is in a hurry, and I think he's probably fine"

Stu gradually calmed down because all the things Grandor and Arsen were saying to each other were words that had a strong sense of "nothing to worry about so much".

Just above the octagonal earth, the figure besides Apricot, already on the side with the dagger with the machete, wrapped the stretched junction in a white one at the border, in a totally invisible situation.

And among other things, Ars cares more about the conductor - the "Belzebub" who was near him - than about the conversation his best friends and mentors rush into.

(I wonder what happened)

Find the presence of an exotic god who should be "persuaded" by staring into his eyes without saying anything.

"- Something, no, someone fell into the gorge."

There the voice of the mentor entered his ear, and Ars immediately turned his gaze toward the gorge where the white gaze was widening and the water was invisible.

And as it is replaced, some shadow penetrates through the cloudy sky in the white sky.

Ars pointed his gaze at you for a moment, but Arsen said, "Someone." I'm really worried.

(If it was Belzebub who fell)

I thought it was something I couldn't help.

That's when something pops out of the white jaws.

As soon as the four people at height knew that it was who "penetrated" earlier, they realized that only the eagle's "ig" could do that.

And the great eagle was grasping something on his toe.

I was also concerned about the presence of a gentle monarch with gray hair, but if a fluffy bristle entered the empty eye in the green color the eagle was grasping, my chest would clear up instantly.

The eagle flies toward us to match it.

A loud winged sound looms in front of him, and Ars looks up at the cloudy sky and calls.

"Lord Sage!

"I'm home! As always, the voice of my heart is the expression on my face. It's a leak, Mr. Ars."