Sevens

- Mansion used by the Royal Family of Fanbailles.

In the loaned room, Nowem is on Lyell's side.

Sleeping Lyell, the wound had disappeared with therapeutic magic.

But you drained your strength and you had less magic, and you still don't wake up.

On Lyell's side, Monica was in sleep mode to curb the consumption of magic. Monica, asleep while standing, was reluctant for Nowem to nurse Lyell.

But it is also true that no one can use therapeutic magic more than Nowem, and Monica is moving with Lyell's magic.

Because I couldn't take care of myself, I prioritized Lyell's recovery.

Clara enters the room.

"We have collected the accommodation's luggage. Miranda says you're being watched."

Aria and Eva are also resting because they are injured.

Nowem smiled at Clara.

"Really? Thank you. Please rest, Mr. Clara."

Clara was watching Nowem.

I'm more worried than I suspect.

"I've been seeing you since yesterday, haven't I? Mr. Nowem needs to rest too."

Nowem, shaking his neck sideways, was looking at Lyell.

"I don't know when Lord Lyell will wake up."

Clara looks at Lyell and Nowem alternately before finally turning her gaze to Monica.

And he still seemed incredible to hear about the battle with Ceres.

"When I heard Monica and Aria lost, I saw Ryell's sister and I thought I couldn't help losing...... Mr. Nowem, did you fight that guy and win?

I guess Clara remembers that Nowem and Ceres were negotiating as if they were reciprocal.

Isn't Nowem strong enough for Ceres to be vigilant?

I should have thought so.

But actually, no.

"No, I fought and I lost."

Clara says as she looks at Monica.

"Mr. Lyell, but I didn't get my hands or my legs. Besides, even Monica can't scratch one. There really was someone like that."

Nowem explains to Clara.

"Master Ceres used to be a normal girl, too. A little weak, hiding in the shadows of Lord Lyell..."

That was almost seven years ago.

(By the time I realized it was too late)

Nowem thought over and over that if he could stop it.

But because he couldn't stop it, Nowem was engaged to Lyell.

(That's ironic. Thanks to Septem)

The Foxz family, the Baron's family, is a family that has long supported the Walt family.

The relationship continued even as the Walt principals two generations ago made the Foxz family a baron.

Nowem, the second daughter of the Foxz family, has also traveled to the Walt family mansion many times.

I had taken to the Walt family many times, even after I decided to get engaged to Lyell.

(Your predecessors noticed. So the Walt family treasure was handed down to Master Ryer... I guess it's Master Ryer who should inherit the Walt family after all)

No matter how good Ceres is, he'll never be able to maintain the Walt family in that personality.

That was unconvincing for the Foxxx family, who lived with the Walt family.

"... was it Mr. Ceres? That's incredible. I even felt divine. Didn't you do that for a long time?

Nowem laughs at Clara.

"What can I say? But... maybe the time has come to tell the truth. I was supposed to tell you later."

That's how Nowem touched Lyell's cheek.

- In the treasure ball.

"I'm not bad! 'Cause I could understand the treasure balls because Lyell woke up as a user! At the stage my wife had, I just thought it was a“ yellow ball ”!

The seventh generation is making a desperate excuse for the blameworthy gaze of the four.

The same goes for Nowem's story, but the seventh generation was really looking for dissatisfaction to think about one thing with Ceres.

Everyone understands that there is no responsibility for the seventh generation.

It is usually unacceptable to take property brought in by my daughter-in-law and destroy it.

If this were not the case, the seventh generation would have been blamed for it.

Blame the seventh generation, even if you know the third generation can't do anything about it.

"Xenoa, a descendant of Agrissa... it is difficult to realize that the balls that the child had were the same treasures as ours. But if you kept it, you should have asked why. '

The seventh generation argues.

"Like us, you realize that it records not only skills, but even emotions and memories? Even if there is one end to this responsibility, it cannot be anticipated or otherwise. Besides, Xenoa and the daughters of the clan manage it only... '

The fourth generation summarizes previous information.

"I didn't even know my seventh generation wife, do you mean? Celes woke that up...... I wonder why Celes has treasure balls, but shall we talk more constructive than that? 'Cause it was enough for the seventh generation.'

The seventh generation makes a fist grip and slaps the round table.

"I knew it and I didn't expect to take the time to do this... you bastards!

The sixth generation gives a difficult look and makes a statement.

Everyone was listening to it.

'From the results, Lyell was right in his judgment. They would have caught up to me if I had run away. Worst case scenario, if he escaped... Lyell could have escaped into a sparsely populated place to keep the Nowems out of it'

The third generation is nodding.

'You were dead when you did. You don't have enough strength or anything, do you? I'm not in the same dimension anymore. Even in the face of being here, how far could you fight in the full season......'

Everyone on this scene looks around their thirties.

It's what they look like all season.

And the seventh generation speaks of the feelings of such historical contemporaries of the Walt family.

'You can't. You can do some resistance, but you can't win'

Sixth generation says after seventh generation.

'Lyell's actions in challenging such an enemy are not praiseworthy...'

Following the sixth generation was the fourth generation.

'Turns out I was right,' he said. Well, you have luck. Lyell has that kind of luck '

The fifth generation.

'Still not enough. Lyell won't beat Ceres.'

Third generation too.

'You won't win...... as it is now'

Everyone was in agreement -.

- In Fanbaille's mansion, Nowem was surrounded by everyone.

It is the evening of the second day from the battle with Ceres.

Did Lyell recover, and Monica was also up and running?

The injured aria has also come to the room, and Miranda has Shannon with her.

Clara was horny about the subtle air.

"... is that what you want to hear?

It was Miranda who asked the question on behalf of everyone.

I've been wary of Nowem for a long time and I guess I've decided to ask him about this one.

Miranda, who is also prepared to break up the party, saw Lyell lying on the bed only once.

And -.

"That's right. What I want you to know is your relationship with that Lyell sister. And then you've been thinking unnaturally for a long time. You, why are you putting us on Lyell's side? You're recommending that too, aren't you? Isn't it usually the other way around?

What Miranda wonders is how Nowem behaves.

I understand you care about Lyell, and they think you do.

Yet Nowem is even trying to enlarge Lyell's harem.

Normally, you would be in a position to refuse to intervene with others, etc.

Nowem had a troubled look.

And explain it slowly.

"... my home will be the one that has been supporting Master Lyell's home. It's been going on for more than two hundred years now, and people sometimes say they're more loyal to the Walt family than to the royal family, etc."

Miranda knew the story, too.

The Walt family kept getting bigger, better or worse.

It is a strong connection with the ministerial corps and is also a rare home where the Baron family and I have helped each other since ancient times.

Normally, the neighborhood is the nobleman.

The Foxz family, which follows such a Walt family, which is neither kinship nor stake, are of a different colour among the nobles.

If that bothered you, the Fox family would have been able to take over the Walt family many times.

It is as if the Walt family is royal, but the Foxx family.

"I understand because I looked into it. Besides, I knew it right away because it was also famous. So, how come you're following Lyell, not Ceres?

Miranda is wary of Nowem and is equipped with a dagger on her hips.

(Ceres, who can't even beat Lyell, was wary of Nowem... I thought he was hiding his strength, but I don't think that's it. I wonder what that means)

If you believe in your own eyes, Nowem is hiding his strength.

But when they asked me if I was as monstrous as Ceres, I didn't think Miranda was.

"... ex-fiancée, I guess you're not convinced by the answer"

Is Nowem going to tell you everything, correct his posture?

"As you've all seen. Master Ceres is abnormal right now. That, too, even does what I want around me. Like once Agrissa."

Clara explains to a face she doesn't understand.

I was mainly looking at Aria.

"I am a queen who was feared more than three hundred years ago to be a Dutchwoman, a witch, etc. With its beauty, it enchanted the surroundings and crumbled the country that was in front of Bansaim."

Aria, with her gaze swimming.

"Well, if you say so, it sounds like you've heard..."

Miranda puts her hand on her forehead.

(You never knew.)

Ask Nowem for an explanation, even though he is frightened.

"... both Lyell and Ceres are drawing their blood"

Everyone except Monica is surprised.

Squeezing, Monica says.

"You'll have about a blood relative. What are you surprised about? I hear that the magical blood is honorable and that it is the nobles who have left it behind."

Aria told Monica back.

"The blood of the wicked will be uprooted! It was the Walt family that survived and made their name for themselves on the border!

Nowem shakes his head to the side.

"The one who welcomed me to my predecessor's wife drew Agrissa's blood to come. Finally, you're the daughter of the house that led the rebellion at the time. I was with the Marquis."

Shannon was pampering his mouth with awaaaa.

When Miranda gets here, she really wonders if Ceres is that Agrissa rebirth.

That's all, Central was unusual right now.

"Is Ceres the rebirth of that Agrissa? You're a blood relative, so you're trying to tell me that's what happened?

Nowem denies that too.

"It doesn't matter. The problem lies in the yellow balls that Master Ceres had."

Everyone's gaze turned to the blue balls that were kept near Lyell. Only Aria looks at her red balls.

"Since I had that ball, Master Ceres has changed. I was aware of it and negotiated with Lady Ceres. Don't let Lady Lyell touch you."

Clara tells Nowem.

"Well negotiated, aren't you?

"... I think he was still weak then."

You're hiding something.

Miranda thought so intuitively, but Nowem tells the next story.

"I was watching Master Lyell from then on. And I know that as soon as I find out I've been expelled from the Walt family, I'll follow you...... Master Lyell doesn't want Harlem either. And I know you want to get out of Bansaim."

Then why...

Nowem apologizes to Miranda for trying to say that.

"I think I'm sorry. But if anyone could stop Master Ceres... I thought it was Master Lyell."

I mean, Nowem...

"So we decided to prioritize collecting women who could resist Master Celes for Lord Lyell, who might stand up one day. Because it's easy to be fascinated by Ceres, who is heterosexual in men."

- They were gathering themselves together to be pawns for Lyell to fight Ceres.

Knowing that, Aria leaves the room.

Clara left the room following Aria like that.

Miranda, too, takes Shannon out of the room.

Nowem kept quiet about the situation.

"Let's go, Shannon."

"Oh, but..."

Shannon was watching Lyell, but Miranda was forced to take him outside the room.

When I went outside, I could confirm that a woman with thin pink hair was rushing away at the corner of the hallway, but I decided to keep quiet -.

When I woke up, it was inside the treasure ball.

"... to say you're here is good to think you're alive, right?

There are ancestors surrounded by round tables sitting in chairs, and I try to ask them to find out what the situation is...

"Lyell."

The third generation was a serious voice, looking at me.

The surroundings are also serious, unlike the usual attitude.

I replied.

"Yes?"

'You'll have a lot to ask, and Lyell will have something to say. But let me conclude. "

You were summing up everyone's opinions, and I decided to listen to your ancestors.

The third generation told.

'I'm going to get you out of Bansaim as soon as possible. You can't get involved with Ceres again. The Walt family, too.'

I'm breathtaking about that word.

The fourth generation, and the sixth generation, the seventh generation, said they wanted me to have territory.

The third and fifth generations said it was up to me.

Five of them now say, "Just run away, regardless of the territory."

The fourth generation continues.

'It's as far away as you can go. It would be nice to cross the ocean. You should live quietly with the face that follows you there. It's okay, if we're gonna pioneer and become lords, we can advise. The third generation is good at that, and I'll teach you how to make money. "

The fifth generation.

"For less trial and error periods, you can create stable ground in ten to twenty years. I know it depends on where you are, but you should avoid bad places. '

The sixth generation is also nodding.

"In a distant exotic land, we launch the Walt family again. As a man, try this. '

The seventh generation.

"There will be policies and ways of doing things in that country, but it is not possible to become a lord again. Can we organize a prestigious regiment of mercenaries to help us gain strength? Using our skills, you'll soon become famous. I'm not dreaming with the Baron on your behalf!

My surroundings are buzzing with my future stories, inspired by the seventh generation that encourages me with a smile.

The third generation.

"If you attack the labyrinth by about five, wouldn't you be top notch as an adventurer? Ten, attack, and we'll have it in a stable country somewhere."

The fourth generation.

'Isn't it a good idea for a country to be a little giddy with its surroundings? We want force, so Lyell could be a nobleman on favourable terms.'

The fifth generation.

'You're gonna hate all the war. Rather, isn't it good where home affairs skills are questioned? On a certain scale, I can give you some advice. "

The sixth generation.

'Livelihoods are important in places like that, and this is somewhat of a warlike country...'

The seventh generation.

'I hope we have an affordable country that can contribute to victory with our help. If you are understaffed and have few home economists, you will be left to rely on them up there. Moderate contribution to victory, moderate afterwards active in internal affairs… What, with all this faculty, it's possible enough'

I apologize by leaning in front of my laughing ancestors.

"Sorry...... I can't do that"

Then, the surroundings became quiet. The soothing atmosphere of the past is dust-free, and everyone is looking at me with a serious look.

The third generation opened its mouth.

'What does that mean? You're not gonna tell me you're gonna fight Ceres or anything, are you?

"I will fight. I will fight Ceres."

Look straight at the third generation.

But your ancestors seem to disagree.

The third generation enters my persuasion.

"Lyell was kicked out of the Walt family. Instead, you can say this is good luck. Besides, according to the story, it's not just the Walt family this time. The country... banseim will be the opponent '

The fourth generation corrected the position of the eyeglasses with their index fingers. When my glasses glow, I explain my current situation.

"Lyell doesn't have enough people, even if he can use more skills than people. That's national, too. Nowem, Aria, Miranda, Shannon, Clara, Monica...... do you think this is the only way you can beat Bansaim? Individuals and a few people can't beat the country."

I shake my head to the side.

"You can't win. I'm going to understand."

Fifth generation says.

'Lyell, that's not what I'm saying about fighting. It's just suicide. Revenge because Ceres disparaged you for something important? I'll be clear, you're making the wrong choice. Everybody laughs, he's a fool, man!

I still shake my head to the side.

"Still, I fight Ceres. I get it. Keep it up, Ceres won't stop. Thousands, tens of thousands, maybe millions of people die."

The sixth generation corrects my opinion.

'That's not true. Tens of millions. That's how I do it. And Ceres also has time. That's the only sacrifice you'll ever make.'

I hear it and I look up.

I've never seen a ceiling in a treasure ball before.

The ceiling was the same as the round table, with a large blue round stone embedded in the centre. The ceiling is high, and twenty-three blue and small gems are arranged around it.

I guess it's the number of skills.

The only two parts are my skills, I'm sure.

"I have both a desire to avenge Ceres and a desire to be recognized by my parents. But more than that... if you leave it like this, a lot of lives will depend on how he feels..."

The seventh generation slashes my opinions out of the ordinary.

'Don't get me wrong. The scale only increases, and even if Ceres doesn't, there will be a war, and it's happening somewhere now. Outrageous acts are happening everywhere. It was caused by Ceres, or not, and only the difference in size'

The fourth generation is looking at me like I'm scared.

'Beautiful, too. But don't tell me that when you can protect the people you care about. I can use my skills, and I'm just a little better than people. Can Lyell, protected by the Nowems, protect the others?

I've heard all the words, but Ceres still has to do something about it himself. I thought so.

I understood the idea of an invisible child in reality.

Still...

"If I escape here, the Walt family will be told as a future perpetual evil."

The third generation laughed with his nose.

"So what? Fine. Did we ask you to stop Ceres? Clarified, blood will connect if Lyell survives. That's enough, though. '

"Everything I've been piling up... I can't do it!

The fourth generation, pale.

'You're too focused on the past. That's good. If you start from scratch. You weren't even focused on the first generation, were you? present than in the past. We have to live in the present more than in the future. "

"Leave it all alone," he said? From now on, without sin, you want me to live a happy life by abandoning someone who Ceres will kill? I'm not that fat!

The fifth generation.

"Make what look great. Who's to blame for you? Responsibility is what the rightful man has. I mean... the current Walt principals and the king of Bansaim should have it, and you have no right to bear it. Do you know the word" narcissistic "?

"It was your ancestors who wanted me to take over the territory. Are you shifting direction now?

The sixth generation stares at me.

'That's right. It's too dangerous. That would be the right decision, wouldn't it? Everyone in this room decided they couldn't win at Lyell'

"... the right decision, what is it? Am I thinking wrong? Is stopping Ceres something you shouldn't do so much!

The seventh generation tells me to scream.

'You're right. It's too correct and I get revulsion. Then let it be your freedom. I will not give any advice or cooperation in the future. I don't care if you want to die, we don't like you either.'

Our lords in history, who have lived as lords, have each defended and developed their territory in their own way.

You should understand better than me and others that you can't live with all the beauty.

"... I don't know the world."

The third generation nods.

'Right. And now you're stupid.'

"Couldn't even beat Ceres"

"I wonder if there really are people who can win, though."

"If it weren't for Nowem, I wouldn't have made it this far"

Nowem seemed to think a lot of things back there, didn't he? Do you still believe that? Maybe there was a connection to Ceres. No, while I was doing this, I thought I might have enjoyed keeping Ceres informed of Lyell's recent situation. '

"... shut up"

"What? What did you say to us?

Threatening lowly voices were conceiving anger like when the floating third generation beat the king to death.

I felt an unpleasant sweat flowing through my spine...

[Don't lose.]

[Hang in there]

- I remember the first and second generations of words.

(What's your skill, because you're weak? I know that! But if I don't get up here, will I live my whole life frightened by the shadow of Ceres? They admitted it to me, and I told them to live that life... I'm not kidding!

"... just kidding"

"Ah?"

A third generation or a historical lord around him hits me with a shivering gaze.

These are fierce men who have made more decisions than I do.

Fifteen - I guess it's just a kid like me who's almost sixteen, from a historical contemporary, who doesn't know the world.

I know.

I know.

"I told you I was kidding! I don't know! Want to give me a hand? Don't you want any advice? No skills, either? Whatever you want! My first and second generation skills are mine now! My Applied Skills [Connection] have also been expressed! Why don't you help me? I decide, I execute! Watch in the treasure balls, I'll make it... opposed or rejected, but I've already made up my mind. I'll fight Ceres!

Listen to what I have to say, and the third generation puts its head on.

And the fourth generation took off their glasses and started polishing their lenses.

The fifth generation is looking at the ceiling and putting his hand on his forehead.

The sixth generation was exhaling deeply.

The seventh generation is holding his eyes with his fingers.

Representing all, I applaud the third generation when it rises.

"Pass. Most importantly, Lyle will be responsible for all future actions. We'll give you some advice, too. I'll cooperate more than ever. '

"... what do you mean?

The fourth generation, with the glasses back on, explains quietly.

'Don't be so angry. I just gave it a try. Besides, it's not like we don't have anxiety. I've never been in a war with a country. Besides, Bansaim is a big country now. "

The third generation laughs at me.

'This is an area we've never experienced before. The enemy made it scattered big. Banseim Kingdom to the Walt family...... in exchange for it, Lyell has less than a little money and less than ten companions. Just so we can fight from here, it's going to take decades. "

Fifth generation says.

'I can't take that long. Really...... even after death a big problem comes up next. But that's fine. You're a Walt man, too. "

The sixth generation laughs.

'Right! Lyell, you are going to fight a battle that our masters have never experienced in their history. Fun! Enemies are mighty enemies, Ceres is a monster... it's hard to just try!

The seventh generation had only a few tears.

"Let me help you too. If anyone can stop Ceres, it must be you. Don't give in to the others. The Walt family... no, stop Ceres with your hands'

When I'm a poker, the Historical Emperor rises.

Looking at me, the third generation spread their hands wide open.

"Come on, let's start our - no, let's start the battle of Lyell. It's not the Walt family or us, it's time to start your own story."