Sevens

"I won't let you!

When Monica's voice is heard, she comes down spinning from Ceres' head.

In both hands, Monica was taking a blow to Ceres that would have a tragic end if she held Mace and waved it down to people.

In the streets where all the snow on the ground was stained red, I didn't get the last moment.

No, maybe it's just an extension of time.

Celeste takes down the shaken mace with Rapier.

The shock and wind pressure caused a build-up of snow around Ceres, causing the two hairs to flutter when the spinning Monica stopped them in the air.

It's a very incredible sight.

Monica's blow is really heavy.

It is usually impossible for a person - such as to take it with thin rapiers as well.

I thought it was natural for me to do it somewhere.

"You're the second person who's made me hostile."

Jumping out of Ceres, Monica sets up a mace in both hands.

The next moment, I saw Aria's back in front of me.

Aria, who emerged to slip between Ceres and him, is disturbed by her breath.

"I've never used it in such a row... but... you seem to have made it"

Looking around, Aria seemed to understand that it was a dangerous situation. I didn't have a spear, but I pulled out a dagger I lowered to my hips and stood up.

Ceres is gazing at Rapier's yellow treasure balls, then slowly at Monica and Aria.

"One person with skills, an ancient mechanical doll... that's funny. I'd like to make it a collection."

Ceres looked at me.

Not moving as my body thinks, I stare at Ceres with my knees on the ground.

Aria seems to have noticed something strange, too.

"What the hell..."

Ceres staring at Aria, but she sighed small.

Thank you. You look troubled.

"No, you can't. If it's normal, you can just stare. Don't you want to be mine? I'll be more important to you than Lyell."

Monica was taking the new mace out of her skirt when she threw the mace at Ceres.

Ceres plays one in Rapier and breaks one.

A bounced mace rolled towards me.

"Yeah, too bad."

That's all I say to Ceres, Monica says back.

"I'd like you to call me an automaton, not a mechanical doll, or a maid. But I didn't know I was hostile... are you human?

The way Ceres says he's round and not a person, but I thought I was sure on the inside.

I get the impression that Ceres is on the verge of doing something beyond people already.

Couscous and laughs, Ceres tells Monica.

"You're so obsessed with the fake habits that emerged from the labyrinth"

Ceres had a mouthful like she knew something, but Monica laughs with her nose.

"Because it's the same fact that I exist and the chicken bastard is your husband. It's fake, it's real, it's secondary!

The fourth generation briefly communicated the status quo to me.

"The current situation remains unfavourable even with two more people. Lyell, make sure someone else is on their way. Then... make sure Nowem's here. '

With nervousness, the fourth generation suspicious of Nowem.

But I felt like my voice included self-loathing.

I don't want to doubt it, but Nowem's name came out of Ceres' mouth.

"... Aria, what about everyone else?

Confirm to Aria in a low voice.

Aria whispered too.

"We'll all be here in a minute. It was just me and Monica."

When I hear that, I say.

"Did Nowem say anything?

"He seemed pretty in a hurry, though? Come this far, Nowem? I rushed over, didn't I? But why aren't the people around you moving?"

I checked the perimeter, too, to match Aria, who sees the perimeter as a glimpse.

Knights, soldiers, wild horses - all watching Ceres.

Some of them were wild horses in tears.

I squeeze my strength and grip a rolling mace nearby.

The fifth generation.

"Lyell... you, why are you getting so far? Do you regret losing? Or is it mean? As ridiculous as you are, what are you gonna do when you're angry!

The fifth generation seems worried about me.

(You've been dating for over six months now...... something, I know a lot)

A third generation, always floating, sent me advice.

"Lyell, can you stand it until Nowem gets here?

The sixth generation doesn't like Nowem that much.

I feel like the daughter of a house I'm dating.

'Third generation, is that even an idea?

The seventh generation worries me.

"Even in the way that Lyell survives through this place?

But the third generation denies it.

'It's more troublesome than I imagined, isn't it? I'm in the mood and I'm hostile to Lyell. Nowem's name came up, so if you stand that far, you might be able to move something. I don't know if it's convenient or bad for this one.'

You should have escaped.

I still don't think so.

I fought and watched and understood.

I couldn't get away from Ceres. They would have caught up and stayed in battle.

The fifth generation seems to understand that, too.

'There's too much difference in strength. I didn't think we'd get this far...... that was sweet. Now Lyle thought it was possible to escape the impression she was hearing. "

The fourth generation tells me.

"You'll be able to buy time, but I wonder how far you can go with Monica and Aria"

I took a deep breath and laughed when I saw Ceres.

"... what's wrong with it?

"No, nothing."

That's how I laughed at Nitanita and watched Ceres.

Ceres, who reacted with a picky eyebrow, comes in between me and Aria.

Aria was turned back, so she was looking back.

When Ceres grabbed up my chest barn, I was still laughing.

Monica, with a mace in both hands, rushed out towards Ceres, and Aria also stuck out a dagger - blowing it to the wall.

When the two of them are blown to the wall in an instant, Aria rises to see if she prevented them with her skills.

Monica's jumped out of a different wall than where she was blown up and the hole was empty.

I'm more surprised, Ceres kicks Monica.

Monica, who rolled down the ground and blew away, comes to Ceres when she stands up.

"Enough!

When I made him stop, Ceres was looking up at me.

"Chicken bastard......"

I knew Monica was trying to do something about the status quo, but they're too bad.

"Watch there"

The next moment, I hit my back hard on the wall.

Ceres slammed me on the wall with me.

The faceless Celeste looks at me and opens her mouth.

"That's a lot to spare. Have you given up yet?

There was blood coming out of my mouth, and I watched Ceres laugh patiently as my consciousness seemed to fly in addition to the pain.

He doesn't seem to like being ridiculed, and I realize those places are young.

"Satisfied?

"Am I?"

It's not the grin Ceres has ever spared, it's staring at.

"I'm asking if you're satisfied. Have fun trampling the weak with overwhelming power? Good for you... you look great"

With that said, Ceres sticks my left arm against the wall with a rapier. Gritty and moved, I screamed.

"Ahhh!!"

It emits a voice that is not a voice, and still laughs at Ceres.

(Yes, you probably like it! I thought you would do this...... damn, that hurts!!)

The third generation.

'Lyell, we have to keep the provocation on track. But let's praise you for not sacrificing the two of us. It was a real bet, but I think I made it. Ma, it's important how it works from here.'

Then Nowem rushes to the spot.

"Master Lyell!

- Nowem watched Ceres pull Rapier from Lyell's left arm aggressively to take a distance.

I followed Lyell who flew out of the Walt family. So face-to-face like this has a period of more than six months.

More than ever before, the atmosphere had become even more luscious.

With an age-appropriate aesthetic, Ceres breathes out and sees Nowem rushing over to Lyell and makes no offense unless he has a voice or a voice.

Nowem, who immediately begins Lyell's treatment on the spot, remains showing Ceres his back.

Lyell is about to lose consciousness, to Nowem.

"Monica won't be able to, but Aria and Shannon, plus Eva's treatment first..."

Saying so, Nowem hugged Lyell as he lost his strength from his body.

Slowly letting him sleep on the snow, Nowem looks back at Ceres.

Rushing Miranda, go under Aria.

And Clara heads to Monica's side.

When he stood up to shelter Lyell after first aid, he turned the cane he had to Ceres.

"... the promise is different. You said you wouldn't get your hands on it, right?

Ceres, who heard it, is turning her gaze towards a flickering yellow jewel.

As if, against the will of the treasure ball, Ceres himself is about to slash and throw away Nowem on this occasion.

Nowem understood that, too.

Ceres sheaths Rapier and tells Nowem.

And when Ceres lays down his weapon, the knights gather under Ceres.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Excuse me! But that's where I got my hands first."

Seeing Ceres laughing with Couscous, Nowem looked around and saw the lying alfret and soldiers as the snow began to accumulate.

Both, understand Ceres did it.

"That's a lie. Master Lyell, he's not like that. Wasn't it Lord Alfrate who got his hands on you first?

Nowem knows what Alflate has done so far. Anyway, she's the daughter of the Foxxx family, who has a deep connection to the Walt family.

Ceres is innocent.

"I don't know! 'Cause when I got here, I was fighting."

I was laughing at Couscous and trying to walk away from the spot.

Nowem tells Ceres that.

"If Lord Lyell had died... I would have fought with Lord Celes."

To Ceres, who had stopped, the knights around him had their hands on the sword pattern.

Some of them are knights that Nowem knows.

"Are you saying that the daughter of the Foxz family points the blade at Master Ceres!

"Can't my fiancée still do it!

"The second daughter of the Foxz family."

Nowem ignores the knights.

I had no choice but to.

Nowem's emotion is' pity '.

(That's all the knights in the Walt family...)

Originally a fine knights, he was once delighted with the growth of Lyell. Lyell's first line made a scene saying who would join him, and others seemed to enjoy themselves while drinking.

Alfredo used to adore Lyell like his brother.

That's...

"Don't you answer? Or should I call you...... [Septem]?

Celes looked back in an awesome shape as Nowem strengthened his ability to hold the wand and allow magic to be released at any time.

"Don't call me by that name. My name is Celes... and you Fox family members have taken care of the Walt family - their daughter. Can you get your hands on it?

In the second half, Ceres looked at Nowem with a winning look.

Nowem lowers his cane.

For the Foxz family, the Walt family meant so much.

(I can't get my hands on it if I'm still Master Ceres)

That's why the clan has shadowed the Walt family for generations.

"... it must have been a promise to Master Ryer not to lay a hand on it"

Ceres says it seems uninteresting.

"I forgot. I'm sorry. But... next time I see you, I'll really carve you up. I'll show you too, so don't get into my sight in the future. Oh, but..."

Ceres flexes forward, placing her right index finger against her lips.

The pose was adorable and innocent.

"We have an important announcement to make in three days, so you can come to the square. Tell Lyell... you can see his parents too, so look at him with your fingers behind you."

Ceres, laughing out, follows the scene as he is surrounded by the knights.

He had his gaze on Miranda and Clara, but he did so boringly if the two of them didn't show interest.

When the soldiers recovered the bodies of the alfrets and soldiers, the scene was just piles of rubble and snow.

Miranda, lending Aria a shoulder, was watching Celes pass.

"... it's getting worse than I saw it before."

I guess Miranda, who I met a few years ago, could understand that Ceres is growing more than before.

Aria looks at Ceres' back with regret.

"I can't believe I can't do anything"

Nowem tells Aria that.

"No, Mr. Aria was well resisted."

"I don't need any comfort. It's true there was nothing you could do."

Clara also walks in with Monica.

(Normally, I can't even do that)

I cared about Monica, who wasn't feeling well because Lyell fell.

And Monica stares at Nowem.

"You know what it is? I'll get an answer. What is the purpose!

Monica, who decided that could be an enemy to Lyell, has been questioning him.

Nowem laughs a little confused.

"Let's not even make allowances for Shannon or Eva first. It's cold in here. Master Lyell needs to move fast."

Monica lets Nowem touch Lyell and she tries to take on Lyell.

Then, a carriage came to the less crowded streets and stopped in front of everyone -.