Sevens

In the back seat of the coupling carriage leaving Central, I see the uncooled Central of enthusiasm after looking inside the only available car.

With liquor behaved from the royal palace and more, Central had a festival going on.

Originally, the coupling carriage was supposed to be ridden by many passengers.

However, guests caught up in Central enthusiasm extend their stay.

The result is in a car like a rent-out.

Seeing Central surrounded by a wall that looked far away, I grabbed the treasure ball.

Fanbaille royal people.

- Liane, too, is leaving Central.

(You took care of me. I hope you're well though)

When we broke up, we didn't have much conversation.

Because he seemed really sad.

I hear a third generation of voices.

"Lyell, when you come back, I'm sure..."

(I know)

Eva called out to me when I just cared behind her.

"What are you doing?

"... I was watching Wangdu Central. Make a vow to come back."

When I say that and sit in a nearby seat, Eva sits next to it.

"Huh, I hope so...... yes! Let me talk to you before I join you. Because the stories of the characters are important, and it's more emotional when you make it a song to know a lot!

I laugh bitterly at Eva.

"There's not much fun to talk about."

"Huh? You went through your first growth in Darion, kissed an automaton in Aramsarth, and scammed your aristocratic opponent in Central? Look, that's all I know, so don't be a jerk and tell me!

"Who told you that!

"From everyone!

Leave Eva smiling and answering, I see a party member sitting in front.

Monica then smiled and waved, Aria waving her shoulders into small pieces.

I'm laughing. I endure desperately laughing.

Nowem seemed sorry, and Clara hid her face in a book.

Miranda is having a throwing kiss and Shannon is laughing at Nitanita.

"You guys suck! Why did you teach me!

To that word, Aria says.

"May is so annoying. Eva said we should know a lot if we're going to be friends. Look, your behavior so far has been too intense, so..."

That's not what they talked about!

Eva is happily taking notes.

"Hey, you're not gonna make this a song, are you?

"Huh? No, I don't know what's gonna happen. It depends on how I judge you. That's what I'm talking about... let me tell you something about Lyell that everyone doesn't know. Just me!

Just me, etc. Eva looked at the Arias and was niggling.

(I mean, if we don't talk, you're threatening to make my story a song I've heard so far...)

Suddenly everyone looks remorseful, but only Nowem has a slightly proud look.

Nowem, who is also familiar with childhood, knows me as a child.

"You're a coward."

"I'll do this for the song. Look, let me hear it right! Ha, ha, ha!

To Eva, who hurried, I sighed and thought a little.

And if you want it to be a song,

"I'll talk to you, but make a promise before you do."

"Tell me, don't sing, or I'll say no."

I said no, I shook my head to the side.

"The other way around. I need you to sing me a story."

"A story I don't know? You know a lot of things, so if Lyell knows, I think I do. Oh, or a song request!

I...

"The ancestors of the Walt family. You wouldn't know either, would you?

Then Eva was nodding, saying she certainly didn't know that. However, it shows a little difficulty as to whether it does not attract interest.

"That kind of talk is a lot of exaggeration. Sing the song of a historical lord or something. That's quite it. To make my own home look big."

I say with a laugh.

"I'm sure you do. Except it's not all good."

Eva snorts when she hears it.

"Really? Then let me ask you something. So, what ancestor were you?"

"There are seven of us, right... shall we go in order"

That's what I said, I was gonna tell you about my first generation.

- In the treasure ball.

The third generation is about to regret it.

"About Lyell trying to turn our story into a song!

The fourth generation is still frightened.

'Wouldn't it be okay to be made into a song?

In the fourth generation you don't understand, the third generation yells.

Depending on Lyell's mood, our story will be decided! It would suck if something weird came to pass and it became a song! You know how I feel when I'm told I'm a righteous general!

I hold my head with both hands and look around me like I'm frightened at the third generation that bursts.

In sigh, the fourth generation talks.

'Well, then, do you have any other opinions?

I don't mind Lyell choosing to fight Ceres.

But the method is still unclear.

The fifth generation speaks the truth.

"I mean, even if they say they don't understand the current situation, it's a measure... because of the situation in other countries, their relationship with Bansaim, and so on."

The sixth generation.

"The only way we can do this is to gather information and work out the fundraisers and Lyells."

With the seventh generation nodding.

"In order to fight Celes individuals, you will need elite troops who have consolidated themselves in less affected women."

Gather the soldiers and prepare the army.

Or organize a giant mercenary regiment to challenge Bansaim.

In the assassination, even if he triumphs, Lyell will no longer be on the surface stage.

The fourth generation abandoned the useless third and decided to continue the conversation.

"The question is, what kind of victory should we aim to win if we have to polish the blade of that few elite troops now?"

What will we do with Lyell after the victory?

If you do poorly, you could be assassinated.

Anyway, Lyell is the same Walt family as Ceres.

The seventh generation, which was ultimately the highest of the five, expects a lot of things.

'It matters first whether Lyell is in the lead or not. If you're in the lead, if you want to hide after a victory, the country must be in the age of a broken and herded warring nation. I don't care if you put someone up, how do you bring people who have that much charisma and can rule a great power? "

How will Lyell get involved?

That changes the story.

The sixth generation.

"Worst of all, even if you win, you get dissatisfied with Lyell, and you keep assassinating him..."

The dissatisfied fifth generation says as he looks up at the ceiling.

'It's hard to bring someone, too. There is no guarantee that he will not be fascinated by Ceres. Do you think Banseim would tolerate the Queen after Ceres tormented her for making her same-sex?

The fourth generation summarizes the opinion.

"Now will you let the Lyells have as much strength as they can fight? Well, I can't even prepare a place to fight as I am now. '

The problem was the pile.

But it's all up to Lyell to decide.

The fifth generation...

'You need to train Lyell. I don't think I can beat Ceres if I only teach my skills as I have done before. Someone needs to work you out.'

Sixth generation, whining.

'I guess so. I mean -'

The third generation has suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"The strongest of these guys should work him out," he said. Then - '

While everyone snorted.

"It's me."

"It must be me."

It's me.

It's me.

"It's me."

In an instant, when the scene is surrounded by silence, everyone rises out of their chairs and smiles.

The third generation.

"Come on, how much do you think I've been fighting? How much have they fought under that scumbag king?

The fourth generation smiles as they position their glasses with their index fingers.

'It would be difficult for you to think of me as just using my mobility skills. I'm sorry to say this, but I don't feel like losing to the third generation or the other masters.'

The fifth generation shakes its head like a shudder.

"How much do you think I've been attacked from all around me and put up with it and laid the groundwork? Thieves, soldiers, mercenaries... how much have you been crushing?

The sixth generation is laughing to intimidate their surroundings.

"I'm the one who expanded the Walt family. I'm sorry to say, but you don't even feel like losing to your father, the fifth generation. '

Seventh generation...

"There's no way I've been weak enough to join the battlefield and win again and again to rebuild Bansaim. Well, your ancestors just want to think you were strong. '

A dry laugh echoes on the spot, and as the fifth generation opens its mouth -.

"You're kidding! Shut the fuck up, runaways! You wouldn't have beaten me to the end!

'I just couldn't be serious about the old man! Bring up the runaway thing forever...... do it, you son of a bitch!

"You think you can beat me? I hope that's about it for the joke."

'Totally. Well, the fourth generation will be for civilians, so you won't understand how samurai feel.'

"Hahaha, is that the extent of samurai temptation? You really think I've been fighting just on my desk or something? That's how sweet the recognition is, so I guess Ceres got the yellow treasure balls?

'Let me tell you something, you glasses bastard!

"Don't make fun of your glasses!

"'I (I) (I) am the strongest of all!!'"

Lyell appears in the same place that makes noise in the treasure ball.

I think he showed up in the treasure ball to see if he was ever on the move.

"What are you fussing about? I mean, I heard voices all the way outside."

Explain the current situation with patience of the third generation wanting to say a lot about Eva before Lyell.

"No, these guys told me who's strong. Lyell would know, wouldn't he?

The seventh generation unto Lyell, his grandson.

"Tell everyone what I can do, Lyell. In the first place, magic has been available since the fifth generation. Considering that it has finally taken shape in my generation, it would be clear about strength and so on. '

The seventh generation wants to see Lyell flicker as he flickers and show who's the strongest of these around him.

But Lyell put his arms together...

"Why are we talking about that?

The fourth generation coughs, then explains.

"What, if you want to train Lyell, a strong guy will do it. See, then it's me. There's a lot of people who got it wrong."

Lyell nodded as he looked at the fourth generation looking around him with a laugh.

Sixth generation too.

'You know, Lyell... come on, tell me who's strong'

And the fifth generation.

"Yes, you know who's strong, Lyell."

Lyell nods over and over and answers with a smile.

"Then you just have to take them all down, right? What, isn't that an easy story? If I fight all of them, it's over."

The air on the spot cools at once, surrounding Lyell with the eyes of the historical contemporaries.

The third generation rests his hand on Lyell's right shoulder.

The fourth generation stands in front of Lyell.

The fifth generation rests his hand on Lyell's left shoulder.

Sixth and seventh generations turn around behind.

"Huh? Um..."

The third generation smiled.

'Right. You thought lightly that way...... well, you would certainly be weaker than Ceres. But "

The fourth generation.

"You're licking too much, Lyell."

Lyell hurts when the fifth generation can put force into his hands.

'Right. It's a good opportunity, I should tell you. "

With the sixth generation laughing.

'Shall we go then? We'll work it out. "

"Oh, the... seventh generation!

Lyell asks for help from his grandfather, the seventh generation, but he smiles.

'Don't worry. Here the wound heals quickly. Being pierced through the chest is intact in real life...... come on, I haven't worked you out in a while'

Smile, but only my eyes weren't laughing.

"Oh, but that's what it turns out! You're not wrong! Hey, hey!

Everyone is in charge of the noisy Lyell, and the fourth generation leads the way into one of the doors.

'Don't worry about it. I want you to fight everyone. It's gonna be fun, ahahahahaha!

"Yes, I don't like it!!"

The screams of Lyell being taken away across the door were deafening when the door closed -.