Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

I chose the appearance of a "bat" to stay in this world because that was the memory that had taken root between me and Pean Vinegar, who was the "Lord" of those who became my vessel.

He seemed to be behaving freely, and he couldn't live freely anywhere.

It seems to be flying around like a bird, a creature that you don't recognize as a bird.

"If I could fly (if I could draw)"

"If you can do the research you want to do (if you dream in the corner of your mind)"

Fly around freely so that you don't show up (complex) and melt yourself into the dark night.

"Keep a strong image, that's the foundation."

I could easily think of something without having to imagine it, and I have a record of something that looked like a bat for transmission because the owner of the vessel used it.

So at the time of the renegotiation, Baalzebul immediately chose this figure.

I can confirm whether it was conveyed that the image was solidified or raised the edge of the mouth, which was floating spicidly while the white one could stand in.

At the next moment, a figure named Netuark Saxophone was sucked into a whirlwind of white and black, while a figure named Baalzebul was also enveloped.

Until then, I feel and loosen the power of the Acharanata I applied to myself to bind.

When the body floated due to the loosening, the hand with the "meatball" pulled the arm of the bat with its wings and hands together and pushed it into the nose.

"Well, then, the role of fake (fake), please," Rock, "if I may say so to the abilities of your Hell's Chancellor."

I can wrap my rabbit clothes around them, but I can push them into my fluffy pocket.

Though invisible outside, I found that a wise man once pulled the genius of the deacon's dark spiritual talent out of the "box" and pushed the baalzebul out to replace it in the bondage.

I also miss Baalzebul when I look at things that I let tie up in my place, even though I don't have the qualities to be swept away by the concept of extra time.

"Why did you put so much effort into the box so lightly?"

Before this appearance, the sage asked me something that approached me, and I couldn't answer it.

"So did I. I simply thought." Still, that's good. "

Asked by the star's angel vessel for his name, Baalzebul, who became a bat figure in telepathy used between objects using the "box" ban, the rabbit sage tells him so.

Belzebub in Baalzebu, Belzebu.

He was given a name to roar on man's calendar, using it to become a picture book, to sit in this world, searching for the place of the angel of the stars.

In a day unlimited in time, but unable to grasp the contents of the star angel or the information of the vessel.

It was also found in the "Belzebub", in the house of a priest in one country, that a gifted being who could be a vessel to unload himself was about to abandon it easily.

As far as possible in the vessel, the boy who had appeared in this world had restraint, almost as close to the disease of dependence.

And its dependency, its ability to be likened to the "Prime Minister of Hell" because it wants to be with the descendants of travelers in this world, conveys its determination to let go easily of what is considered advantageous that magic can be used.

However, in the reign of the king of man at the time, there was a flow to find and exclude from this world the existence of a "gift of vessels", not knowing how to knit out the method.

Either way, if the lock picked up by the wise man Pean Vinegar lived in a man's world if he remained so talented, no new "vessel" that could outperform his abilities would appear in this world until he ended his life as a man in any way.

But if you don't hide that talent, either way, if you were in this country called Selisanceum, your life would be ostracized in a short time.

Then I thought I should give priority to the desire to be on the Lord's side, even though I was in a far away picture book.

The desire to be on the Lord's side is understandable enough to be felt as an edge with the vessel.

So I handed over my ability as prime minister of hell as a light rock talent when I inhaled it into the box, and I gave up some of the magic I had been inhaling for so long.

At that time, I remember that in this world too, I was reunited with the appearance of a golden frog, where only the color level of my hair was the same.

It's in the same mood that I had when I was sucking that ability into the box.

♪ That's all right ♪

And I told the two of you, my brother, that the presence that I call you might have watched.

It's just that, brother, you seem to be retaining that figure in this world with a different force than the ban.

I told the rabbit sage so and looked up at Ars Trad's face from my nostalgia, squeezing "courage" that he would never have used, whether it was Ba Arzeble, Belzebub or Belzebu, in the form of a bat.

I couldn't help but think that the core of my heart was trembling, overlapping with the scene when I first met the angel of the stars because of the way I looked up.

In a place called altitude, if you look up to heaven, you are poured a gaze filled with rigour and curiosity with colored eyes that trap the sky.

"Lord Sage, what's this one's name?

Baarzeble is upset that only a little bat appeared after being asked his name.

I wonder if I should give my real name "now" in this appearance.

"Hey, it's not going to work for me to tell you my real name, so why don't you wait?

Telepathy is delivered with a slightly rushed "Netuk" voice.

"I'm still ready, too, so mislead me properly."

When I asked him to do so by accident, the rabbit sage opened his mouth immediately.

"Hopefully, I don't seem to want a good name.

You see, he's just like me, "shy Riya," so he's using a no-go technique that makes him look like a bat.

... Grandor and Alsen, what's with their heartbroken eyes? "

"Nothing."

"Nothing. Woe"

Even as the rabbit sage and his old friends started arguing somehow, Ars was staring at a bat in the nostalgia of existence hitting the escort with his own boss.

Though I hate the study beside me, the boy around my head seems to have guessed something, and I will silently watch how it goes.

However, if the "bat" did something better to his best friend, he was going to shoot it out immediately and put his finger on the gun trigger of the one he was accustomed to using.

"... well, I hope the shy animals consider Grandor Arsen, and" Stu. ""

Move your circular eyes in a gullible manner, and a rabbit sage will restrain the mercenary boy.

With the air instantly getting worse, the ever silent "friend of the rabbit sage who is looking like a bat" opens his mouth even smaller.

"" Zeble. "That's not your real name, but call it that."

"You're Mr. Zeble. I'm Als Trad."

If I told you, Ars replied quickly and immediately told you his name pleasantly.

"Lord Ars Trad.

Yes, the rabbit sage tells me he's a very good and gentle escort. "

I was putting it out of the bat's mouth in a way that would finally squeeze that out.

Even with that trembling, Ars tides at the words of a wise collaborator who praises himself more than he needs.

"The rabbit must have been able to accept the fact that bats talk for granted."

"Dear Alsen,"

Arsene pinched her words when she felt more nervous than necessary that the bat could stare at her godson.

The godson left his face red for illumination, transferring his gaze from the wise man's chest to a beautiful former instructor.

The bat named Zeble dives into the rabbit sage's chest at the same time.

"I've been so nervous since I wanted you to be Lord."

If I telepathically conveyed joy to the wise, I suppressed the body of the bat trembling with the hands of the rabbit meatballs with the emotion of being able to tell the name I had wanted to convey from the top of my coat.

"Really? Well, it looks like you've already said your first greeting, and I'll let you go next, Lord Zeble."

What to do with the edge of zebul and mouthed existence, now a bat with the alus trad that has begun to spin, will be left to the parties later.

At least, the bats have been able to do so for as long as they can, but they can start searching for the contents of the angels of the stars by gaining a moving body.

And Ars has an unexplainable curiosity towards Zeble, who was introduced as the "collaborator" of the rabbit sage.

The "motive" to move was sufficiently provided by the sage, descendant of the traveler, as a previous step-in-law.

"Then the situation with you is going to be over, but the cause of people is going to take a little longer.

And please give Lord Zeble a final finish. "

Yeah, I got it.

After the rabbit sage and bat collaborators finish their confirmation on telepathy, Ars looks up with the rabbit sage in his arms, remembering the situation below, to the joy of being able to reunite with his boss.

"Think of Mr. Netsuerk, or Mr. Belzebub."

With that said and a moffy boss in his arms, he stares at the abyss with great caution.

Apparently, His Majesty and Lord Apricot are safe.

At some point I put the eagle ig on my shoulder, just like I did earlier, and Grandor also moves only his upper body and peeks into his mouth like that.

As Grandor put it, only Dagger Sunflower and Apricot stand on a clear octagonal earth with perfectly white daisies.

Dagger has already delivered his machete to the sheath, and as far as Apricot can see from above, he can't feel the tense atmosphere that was wrapped around him until the Rabbit Sage arrived.

But above all else, it was the octagonal earth, except around those two.

"Wasn't the white one out of that picture book a good one?

"At least, the flowers of order that blossomed in the place wrapped in them - Autumn cherry blossoms don't have the impression that it's good to see them disappear."

Alsen responds cautiously if Stu has put his doubts into words.

The Autumn Cherry Blossom, which was blooming on one side of the octagonal earth, was "extinguished" from the location of the junction that Apricot supposedly stretched in defense, so that it was separated as Arsen had said.

It's just as if from the beginning, the autumn cherry blossoms were only present around Apricot and Dagger.

"Um, so are Mr. Netsuerk and Mr. Belzebub safe?

Looking back with certainty at the rabbit sage with the thought of "no way", both the two heroes with their wings stretched and their best friend with the gun gave them an indescribable look and lowered their gaze after pointing at Ars.

Immediately probe why a bat can only take a little head out of the rabbit's sage pocket and turn its indescribable gaze.

You seem to be making too many jokes every day, Lord Rabbit Sage.

No, there's no other way to look at it.

I have no idea that such an exchange is taking place in my arms, and Ars mouths whatever he feels for now.

"Dear Alsen, Dear Grandor, and even Stu, what's wrong?.

Are you saying there's no need to worry about that Mr. Netuark or Mr. Belzeble?

Although more natural than degrees, newcomers can read the situation from the look and pour in the eyes of the heroes and best friends

I'm not worried about Netuark at all.

I felt certain of my mood.

"Ah, Mr. Ars, I'm fine.

The colored man called a black and white tornado to defend himself, and pulled in the figure of his gray-haired grandfather.

But I didn't think I'd make it, so Rico cleaned me up. I jumped into the gorge.

I know because I've been watching. "

The mouth of a rabbit sage who makes you feel deliberate, but he did hear the sound of jumping into the water, before his boss, who was grabbed by Ig, arrived, with whom he was at height.

"So, I went to that place just to replace Lord Zeble and the two of them.

You didn't notice, did you?

Smart little nose humming, the rabbit sage goes on.

"So the king kicked the painting book down the ravine that he missed because of his machete abilities."

"Keh, did you kick it off?

"Yeah, the king asked me to do that, because I knew it wouldn't come out white when I checked it out and it was in the water."

If that's what I said, the rabbit sage played his finger with patchouli.

Then there is the sound of the comms switch still in the hands of the new soldier connected.

'Oh, you're right. Netuark was told to issue a secret use permit to guide those who fell into the gorge with him to the "original world" and to retrieve the picture books.

Maybe I'll keep working. I won't be back in Robrow again. '

"Oh, no."

While I am stunned by what the King says, I also realize that there are no more matters to worry about in this place.

"I will prepare a report once Arsen returns it anyway. If you read it, you'll understand the obvious.

That's why I'm asking you to continue working on the report, "Lieutenant General Padrick."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

I bowed my head respectfully to the voice of His Majesty the King leaking from the comms plane of Ars' hand.

'So I want to ask the rabbit sage to do his next job.

I have some things to give to you, so why don't you let Ig carry them and come down here? '

"If you don't obey the king's orders, you'll get paid."

Als can be lightly wolfish in exchanges that are normal for both kings and wise men.

"Oh, Lord Sage, are you going again?

Though I thought I was gradually able to do it again, I can shade the mind of the new soldier that I will soon be leaving again.

"Rest assured, Ars Trad, there will be a witch girl who is the secretary of a rabbit sage?.

I want you to pick her up. "

Dagger communicates the contents of his "job" in a bright voice so as to put an end to the anxiety of the boy who is passing on by holding the comms machine.

"Do you want Lily?

And Ars' face brightens to Russia when he learns what the job is about.

"Oh, that kid's got a clerk of the wise in the form of a deposit from the religious partitioning pope in our country.

If anything happens, there's trouble. "

When they said something realistic, Ars repeatedly blinked, the voice of the king comes out of the comms machine again.

"Stu. If that's good, let me keep my" brother's gun "for the wise. I've used a lot of magic before, so I want you to hold it for protection. Well, if you were good."

"Fine, because whoever has Zaheto's last name is on the side of a country called Selisanseum everywhere."

Shut replies to Dagger's suggestion without going between them.

The telecommunications machine, which also conveyed the mind, also conveyed the promise of those who handled the gun "to protect the country", which had been conveyed by the first generation Julian Zaheto.

"Thank you, thank you."

It's supposed to be a voice as a dagger sunflower, but it was listened to telepathically, remembering the voice of Gloriosa Sunflower, and Stu makes another brief inspection of his "brother's gun" to give to the rabbit sage his best friend holds.

"Yes, then I did keep it. Bye, Ig, I'll ask you again ~.

Now let your toes catch you so your prey won't see you. "

"Kae!"

Ig spreads his wings wide and small over Grandor's shoulder, cleverly avoiding the six blades, and descends in front of Ars.

"Bye, Mr. Ars. I'm going to pick Lily up. Come down slowly with Alsen and the others."

"Yes, sage lord"

The new soldier nodded honestly.

"Lord Zeble, don't you have to say something, too?

Ask the bat in the open chest to look like a new soldier while the gun given to you by Shut falls into the chest of his coat.

The bat looks thinly dazzled, his eyes open and he looks at Ars and opens his mouth.

"... well, I don't know if I'll see you again, but I hope Lord Ars is well again next time we meet."

"Thank you, Mr. Zeble.

Maybe Mr. Zeble will be going either way soon after this, right?

He was a collaborator of "The Rabbit Sage", and by making himself a bat with "wings," he did not have the impression of "staying" anywhere from the beginning.

"Yes, it seems that there is a very important search somewhere in this world, so we can't stop looking for it."

"Really? I hope you find it soon."

We communicated that we thought to each other that it was unfortunate, but now, above all, Ars had in his heart the wisdom and the thought of how pleased he would be if his little colleague could have been reunited.

"Let's go, sage rabbit."

The bat speaks so that one day it attaches to the thoughts that are in the mind of a deserving, gentle-hearted boy as a setter of the heart of his Lord being.

"Well, I guess I'll come. Mr. Ig, please ~"

"Wah."

Ig winged with the hanging voice, and the rabbit sage, who was in Ars' arms at the same time as he rose, gently jumped and cleverly grabbed him by the eagle's toes.

The weight is considerable, so slightly the eagle's body sinks, but immediately the rabbit's sage's body rises higher than any other being at height, and looks up at it together.

He also looked up at the "demon of use" and the three sickles sitting on Louis' body, so if he waved a small, meatballed hand over there, all four of them were snorting small.

"Arsene and Grandor will come down safely with teenagers after the king has instructed them."

"The conductor seems to be absent, so we will follow his instructions here."

Arsene put her arms together and smiled with the end of her mouth raised with the stories she contained.

Behind a beautiful smile, the moment he also sees the big brown man snort silently and deeply, Ig begins the steep descent of the valley, feeling the two long ears of the rabbit's body flowing under wind pressure in the same direction.

"You can't experience this without the rabbit's body."

While you're talking about that, let go of your hand the moment the floating sensation suddenly stops.

(possibly) jump off the slightly higher distance of the head of the dagger with it on, raise the smoke and land.

Ig stayed put and went up to the woods on the side of the gorge.

"Well, King, I was going to stay put to pick up Lily, but what?

"What are you wearing, a brown rabbit?"

When Dagger asks, the rabbit sage responds, touching his throat.

"It's been a long time since I've had Netuk, so I'm going to be practicing" Lily's favorite sage. "

"Rabbit's good and Netuk's voice is disgusting."

With that said, Dagger gets his hands on his chest, "a silver mask" - the owner is most surprised when Apricot takes out what he was wearing.

The king, who could pick up his heart and read it, laughed nicely, offering it to the rabbit sage as he gave an explanation.

"Ig picked it up and put it away. So, apparently, it also serves as a reservoir of magic."

The rabbit sage receives the mask, whispering his nose with the humphung to see how it goes.

"Yeah, I noticed that, too.

For over 20 years, it's a procedure that makes you think you have a keloid on your face, you save too much, and if you use magic, you'll break this mask, right? "

Apricot was also surprised that Dagger had a mask for the word "break," but was even more surprised to suppress his mouth.

"Yeah, but the mask seems to think," If I'm no longer needed, if Apricot's okay, if there's anything I could do to help, I'd like to travel from this world in response. "

"Oh, is Lily going to be happy to talk about the Mourning God?

If he asked as he patted his circular eyes, the king laughed showing his sturdy looking teeth.

"No, I'm sure it's the" flirtatious "person who set out to put on the mask, I could read the mindfulness.

If you are a magician, don't consume your magic with "rewards," but you can lightly perform one or two forbidden techniques and secrets.

Difficult research and experiments will be much easier if you use this stored magic.

So, Apricot. "

"Oh, yes, Your Majesty"

I react with a higher voice than usual because of the constant tension since the advent of "Your Majesty the King".

"Don't be so nervous. I don't know about the magic you've saved, but can I entrust this to the Rabbit Sage?

"Heh, I don't mind you doing what His Majesty thinks."

I do miss losing the mask I always wore, but if you have a desire to "travel," if that's what my grandfather's will is, I wanted to respond to it.

(It doesn't have to be a mask anymore, Grandfather)

Pick up that heart and read it. Dagger nods and shows it to the wise.

"Then why don't you thank me for this mask and let the" sender "flirt with you?"

If you played a pussy and a finger, three sickles appear in a row, along with white smoke, between the king and Apricot, and the two extend their arms to try to stop them from holding each other, almost with conditional reflexes, with each other's faces approaching suddenly.

"Sickles are also spirits of the wind."

When the rabbit sage laughed unfaithfully and unfaithfully, at the behest of the contractor, the sickle conveyed his arm to cleverly support him, turning to the back of his head and pressing.

As a result, the King and Lord Robrow were supposed to overlap their lips with each other's eyes open.