Sevens

"I was an only child."

In a bitter atmosphere, the fifth generation began to speak.

In the treasure balls, everyone sits and listens from the second generation. Only the fourth generation is moving their glasses with a quick finger if it's awkward.

The second generation...

'I don't. That's not true.'

He looked at the fourth generation with a pretty drawn face.

The third generation also says.

"I was the second son, but my brother died, so I took the lead. That explains it, doesn't it?

Together, we turn our gaze to the fourth generation.

The intolerable fourth generation opened its mouth.

"One, my wife was young. Look, I was only in my early teens when I was introduced. I was in my thirties... and I was as old away as my parents and kids. '

In the fourth generation making excuses, the sixth generation says back.

"So?"

Seventh generation too.

"So?"

The difference in age and other irrelevant things. Together, look at the fourth generation and start blaming it.

I was serious because my oldest son was dead, such as the second generation.

'Or didn't you think about the fifth generation growing up safely or dying before? Even skirmishes can kill you. "

The fourth generation says in a powerless voice.

'No, I'm reflecting, but the third generation died in battle and His Majesty died, mind you...'

The fourth generation explains that the third generation was privileged in many ways. No one would think, for example, of hostilizing the Walt family from the front at the time when the king was grateful.

Besides, in the fourth generation, he was a baroness on merit.

Thanks to the third-generation's life-saving defense of His Majesty and his contribution to victory, the Walt family became a foster position that bound their surroundings.

Seventh generation says.

'The third generation is dead in battle, so you can't help but have no brothers in the fourth generation. But the fifth generation is the only child...'

It's not marital diplomacy with the surroundings, but given the relationship, it would have been better to have a brother or sister. If it was also a branch supporting the Walt family, which had just grown up, the fifth generation's position might have been better.

"That's it. They said he was a colored man, but he said it was actually for the house."

When I say it, the fifth generation snorts.

'That's right. Even my wife was better off alone. It's easy. Besides... can you love more than thirty children equally? Some of my sons sent me out to harsh environments. Some daughters sent out instead of hostages. "

The fourth generation was good.

The fact that His Majesty was watching over me protected the Walt family.

It is also the story of His Majesty that made me introduce my daughter-in-law, seeing that the fourth generation is in trouble.

But it seemed terrible before His Majesty withdrew and the fourth generation retired.

"I can't always trust this guy either. The aristocrats around me give it a whirl over here. I've been impersonated by thieves and burned down villages."

The second generation had a blue muscle on his forehead.

"You must have done the payback, didn't you? You left me licked?

Then the sixth generation says:

"I managed to consolidate my surroundings in my generation, and from there, I went on an offensive."

The Fifth Generation Era...

No, in the 3rd to 4th generation era, there seemed to be fewer stepchildren to rely on. You mean the loyalty of the Foxz family who didn't betray you among them... I can't get my head up.

The fourth generation of excuses...

"No, look... even this one, I have some weird homework and I can't find my wife"

Seems like the Walt family needed to welcome their daughters of the same or one upper Viscount family to their daughter-in-law because the title rose poorly.

Most importantly, since the fourth generation left, both the Viscount family were able to distance themselves.

"If I had a brother, I would have been a little different."

In the fifth generation seen in the eyes of Zito, the fourth closed his mouth.

Third generation says.

'It's impossible, isn't it? We could still give birth, couldn't we? Or didn't you have a choice for a concubine? Baron's house, right? You had a choice, you know, to pick up even your late wife from the surrounding maiden, right?

The fourth generation...

"No, with what my wife cries..."

"You're kidding, you son of a bitch!!"

No one tried to stop the fifth generation flying into the fourth generation. Rather, he even seems to take it for granted that he was beaten.

To the extent that I know the idea around here as knowledge. In fact, when the engagement was decided, it was impossible to decide from the foster child appropriately because of the coming of age.

I wasn't around either, so I didn't have time to think about marriage.

How can you turn to your parents...... I was just thinking about sole.

The second generation divides the spot.

"The fifth generation, beating the fourth generation, was left alone, where they made connections with the surrounding houses. Let him daughter-in-law around, or send him in as an adopted son or son-in-law... if the blood muscles are firm, they'll be happy too '

Coming daughter-in-law and son-in-law with well-educated blood muscles would have been good for the surrounding maidens as well. It's not like there's no problem, but they still have solid ground for the Walt family with no allies around them.

Sixth generation says.

'They were all solid blood muscles. The problem is that the house is about to lean, and it seems that we have assembled women who are not guilty in person of being torn down. Investigate and call... it doesn't matter how much money you have'

Seems to have spent a lot of money, but the contents of the fourth generation safe seem to have endured. I wonder how long you've been in there?

A fifth generation, out of breath, sits in a chair. The fourth generation sat in a chair with his glasses back on. The clothes are worn out, but she is not injured.

(Doesn't it mean you're living on a boulder?)

In the treasure ball - I am only bringing consciousness to this occasion.

And the fathers were only memories, However, it is assumed that I have remembered it to my heart.

(How the hell did you make balls like this?

I could also say that if I were just going to remember my skills, I would not need such a means. It is fine for me because I can listen to the historical contemporaries, but if I am a normal person, I am crazy.

I went crazy a few times, too. Since when have you experienced the embarrassing experience of being made fun of by your body?

"I have no love for everyone. have children, and proclaimed that that was all they wanted '

A little sad, the fifth generation says.

I thought he was a cold person, but he seemed to have some thoughts.

And -.

'Then my oldest son would be bad, and my brothers would fight constantly... my only healing was my pet'

"Um, something broke my fifth generation."

I remember what happened in Darion before.

There was a demon who looked like a rabbit.

In defeating the demon, it was the fifth generation that screamed and went into a halt. When he thinks it's an unexpected hobby, the sixth generation, who is said to be defective, says back.

'If I had more than thirty brothers and sisters around, I'd run for it! Plus I adore my pets more than my kids...... you know what, Lyell'

"What?

"The fifth generation had a god beast called the young Kirin."

Then the fifth generation says:

'Hey, I thought you had it. Those guys are my family!

Third generation says.

"Don't take care of your family first."

I remember with my hands on my chin.

Kirin - a horse with horned scales. It was also said to be a dragon horse, but it was called a god beast because it was not like a demon.

Until the devil is born, the divine beast is also an admirer for the aristocracy. Kirin, who was told he would run through the sky, even had a legend that the clan would flourish if he had it.

So much so that some knights fought for Kirin.

The fifth generation that had such a kirin...

"Is that it? But it would be weird if I wasn't around when I was a kid, wouldn't it? I hear that the beast of God lives a long time."

It is the divine beast that lives normally for a hundred years, two hundred years. I had such a god beast...... no, the fifth generation I was raising smiled.

'Cause you were hurt... when I treated you and restored your energy, I naturally returned you. My buddy from the herd picked me up... he looked at me in the end and seemed like a shame... he just cared this way to tell me to go fast'

Everyone was now donning the fifth generation that made me cry.

The sixth generation yells.

You know how I feel! If I was expecting my father to raise a divine beast, I would suddenly have returned naturally...... or whatever I felt when he said it! You could have given it to the royalty! Something you could have just had. '

That's the rare Kirin. Come on, it would have been for the Walt family, and...

Don't even think about the sixth generation.

The fourth generation looks at the fifth generation and says:

"You... suck"

"I wonder if you say that!!"

"It must be because of you guys!!"

Seeing the fourth to sixth generation arguing, I spoke to Bosoboso in the seventh generation I was next to.

"So, who's fault with this?

'... I hate to say it, but I'm also responsible for the dead third generation. Thanks to that man, the Walt family made a name for itself in history, but at the same time suddenly the title rose and the house grew in size. Well, who's to say it's bad... all of us'

Allow the child to solve the problem left by the parent.

Historical contemporaries who practiced it.

It makes me sad to watch, but at the same time...

"That's it. There's always a problem."

'Right. I had a lot of problems in my time.... you're a non virile too, Walt, but you're in the middle of a big problem.'

I was told by the seventh generation, I tried to put my neck around it.

A second generation of frightened expressions tells me they don't understand.

"Lyell, you just got kicked out of the house, but the Walt family has a bomb named Ceres... big problem, I guess."

That's what I was convinced. Sometimes I don't see much of myself.

(... but wouldn't Ceres be better left alone? I'm leaving the country.)

Is my thought sweet?

I challenged Aramsarth's labyrinth with Aria and Nowem and Clara.

In order to find out how far the four of us can go this time, we are scheduling two or three nights to try.

"Mr. Lyell, we have a bunch of adventurers following us from behind."

"Huh? Why?

Clarifying her ears, she heard footsteps from behind as Clara said.

"Aren't they supposed to go the shortest route? We actually dominated the underground forty hierarchies without a week. No wonder they think you possess those skills"

I don't feel very good.

What follows from behind this one is a violation of manners in the first place.

Even questioning the people doing it, I happen to see excuses for choosing the same path.

Besides, if you follow us, we can dodge the fight.

It's a disgusting behavior in the labyrinth.

Aria opens her mouth.

"What are we going to do? You're gonna find out how far the four of us can go this time, right? Tell them you don't have the skills?

Then Clara shook her head to the side.

"It's easier not to get involved with adventurers who are violating their manners. Worst case scenario, we might raid this one."

Adventurers kill each other in the labyrinth.

It was a good story to hear. The ones who wait for adventurers to defeat demons and come back and embezzle their earnings do exist.

Most of all, adventurers going deep underground...

It was often a payback.

When I care about the back, Nowem raises his voice.

"Dear Ryer, there's a footstep coming from the front"

I immediately lowered my back. When I grabbed the mace, I looked forward. Clara is illuminated by the light, but from the back it just looks like a few demons are moving.

I'm not sure how many of them I have, but I can't even see what kind of person I'm dealing with more than that.

(I just can't believe I'm so anxious because I don't have the skills)

What kind of magic do you want Nowem to prepare, do you want Aria to step forward, or do you want me to wait and leave the stop to you?

Even to judge instantly, I couldn't decide that the enemy wouldn't come close.

Around the sight of the enemy, I give instructions.

"Nowem, blow it with the wind. Aria is before Nowem if he uses magic! Clara's waiting."

I give instructions, but I feel the party move dull. I have a lot of personal luggage. Clara, there is a limit to the amount of luggage a person can hold. At the same time, it is Clara's job to recover demonic materials and demonic stones.

I can't leave it packed now.

"Hey, wait a minute!

Then Aria popped out first.

"Do what!

With that said, I took control of Nowem with my hands and interrupted the use of magic. When Nowem asked me to join Clara's escort, I came forward with Aria.

Make excuses while Aria waves the spear.

"You were with the same guy earlier and I came forward!

"Because earlier I was late to notice! Now there would have been time for Nowem to prepare his magic!

When the tone intensified in a hurry, Aria's movements slowed.

He felt yelled at and shriveled. I don't have time to say I'm not angry right now, etc., so I'll deal with the enemy.

I don't have a problem if I just fight, but while I give the order, when I do, I take it too personally.

(I can't believe how different it is to set up an operation in advance and give instructions on the spot...)

Because I got too used to it, I felt quite inconvenient not having the skills or something.

The demon in front of him had a shield and axe like he had made by cutting metal plates.

It's a goblin, but it's also a hassle to deal with them because they have helmets.

When you beat him up with growing force, every shield goblins jump to the back of the aisle. But I couldn't defeat him.

(Sabel would be better off with this! But I didn't bring it this time because it's going to be luggage and... ahhh! Already!!)

Patienced to want to yell, swinging a mace, she now hit the tip of a spear that Aria swung up diagonally.

"What are you doing!

"It's not my fault!

Aria comes back to me, too, but it feels like her voice is shaking.

(No. I'm running out of room)

I don't know how much I was benefiting from my skills... it was me now that I felt that every time I fought.

We shook off the party that followed us from behind, found a room and went into a break. We sat in a subtle position.

I feel closer before, but Aria is taking the distance.

Clara talked to me about it.

In a room dimly lit by lantern light, Nowem keeps watch. Aria, sitting, was tired or her eyes closed.

"That was a bad fight."

"... I couldn't afford it. That's an excuse, but it was sweet thinking."

"No, that's not what I meant. So is party collaboration, but is it mainly relationships?"

When Clara said that, I snapped my neck.

"Is there a problem? I apologized to Aria after that, and nothing after that."

There was nothing, and Clara would look at me more with her jitsy eyes than usual.

"Don't you see?

"... I don't know"

I tried to say it back, but I really didn't get it, so I decided to ask Clara. Then Clara sees Nowem.

"Basically, Mr. Lyell is the leader's party."

"Yeah, from the beginning."

Clara took off her glasses and began to wipe away the dirt. And explain it to me.

"There's a lot going on when I say leader at a party. The type that gives instructions in the back. The kind that cuts in with the avant-garde. The type of ad hoc response in the middle. Mr. Lyell is the middle type. You can do it anywhere, and you're a competent leader to be active anywhere."

That's what they said and I can illuminate. Look at me, Clara continued her pale explanation.

"... do you understand that you are more avant-garde than Mr. Aria? Mr. Aria is excellent. Two more years...... no, I think you'll grow a lot if you get even one year of experience. It's moving better in the labyrinth."

"But," Clara said, glassing and staring at me with a serious look.

"With Mr. Lyell and Mr. Nowem nearby, you feel inferior. It's serious. Even if you don't make mistakes, Lyell and Nowem will follow up on them. Don't you need yourself? It's normal to think so."

"No, but it is"

"Basically, if Mr. Lyell wasn't at the center, this party would be breaking up. I'm not close to the women."

I hear it and shake my head to the side.

"That's not true. 'Cause we don't fight at the Mansion."

Clara seemed convinced when she heard it. Talk to me about the party you've been watching.

"The parties I used to help with were people who said what they wanted to say. What was wrong with collaboration? How was I? Now let's try a different pattern...... I was taking a break from those conversations. Even when we met outside, we had a fight. I was serious about my job."

When I heard about Clara, I shut up.

I'm the central party...... I sure am. But there was a party that wouldn't work without me.

Until now, those aspects were hidden thanks to skills. When I fail to act as the perfect command tower, the party is dying.

(Did your ancestors' skills prevent you from even growing Aria)

A fellow who doesn't judge for himself...

It would be Aria who is confused from a good state to a state where we judge for ourselves if we just listen to me.

I forgot because Nowem is adapting.

"Mr. Lyell, why don't you start by talking within your buddies? I don't know what I can do or what I'm missing... it's important to look at it from someone else's perspective."

I felt like I taught Clara something important.

It reminds me of my last ancestors and makes me want this advice.