Sevens

Breathing disturbs.

I wave the sabel in my hand, but I don't feel it.

The third generation's expression, which should have been slashed, had an invincible grin.

'It was a shame. It's off. "

Shortly after they say that, I look back and take up defensive positions at the Sabel.

The third generation, generally sticking out a sword that seems to shake with one hand, is laughing at my reaction.

"Quick, but not then."

As soon as the sword tried to reach Sabel, I turned my gaze to the left.

From earlier on, skills such as skills [all] and [map] [search] have been used to aid detection, but the third generation's response was not captured.

In the treasure ball...

In the memory room of the fourth generation, I am slashed by the sword of the third generation.

My red blood broke out in that view of the main road that runs everywhere and the blue sky.

He stabbed the sabel to the ground as he fell, and managed to step on it and his breathing was even more disturbed.

It also hurts.

I see where it was slashed, but if it wasn't already bleeding or flowing, my clothes wouldn't have been slashed.

I pulled the servel out of the ground and set it up.

The third generation in front of me is looking at me with the belly part of the blade pounding on my right shoulder several times.

"Use your skills for your five senses. Otherwise, we won't be able to prevent or react to Celes' attacks. '

A sighing third generation held his face by his hand like a jerk.

But my mouth is laughing.

You still have the roots for saying, "You just have to beat all of them," etc., the whole history emperor has a fever for training me.

No, I'm in too much.

"More reactions, more disappears... and more defenses if the tip of the sword is imminent in front of you."

Techniques that had been polished were starting to take the form of defense instantly, based on visual information.

But the third generation, with the skills to interfere with people's spirits and show hallucinations, uses it.

The gripping sabel disappears.

The sword held by the third generation disappears in the same way.

I was watching a nostalgic sabel disappear in my own hands.

My Sabel, reproduced in the treasure balls, was given to me by my parents as a child.

When it disappears, I hold the hand that was holding the sabel hard.

The fourth generation saw me and the third generation fight and expressed their opinions.

'You want to go ahead of your unconscious reactions. Lyell's chosen path lies ahead… you'd better think it was beyond the walls that the masters couldn't go beyond'

Fighting and understanding was fighting Ceres and my strength.

I understood I couldn't beat Ceres as I am now.

But I never thought I'd be able to beat the historical masters so far.

The third generation flirts and the fourth generation cannot be captured.

I never had a hand or a leg in the history of using my skills.

The third generation laughs.

'At all, it wouldn't suit Marks to say that with a sinister face. I used to be an honest good kid.'

The fourth generation coughs and argues.

"How hard have I been struggling since the third generation died? Besides, I live longer than the third generation."

It's the fourth generation that insists on losing to the third generation if it's life experience, but I've seen the two of them and thought about it.

"... with that said, the third and fourth generation are both wives or wives? I'm the same ancestor to me, but what are your wives like?

I asked because I was curious, but obviously the fourth generation is in a hurry and I'm pushing my eyeglasses up with my index finger to get it in the right position.

While the third generation remembers...

"My wife? He was a good man. You're sweet and beautiful, and you felt like you could count on me. '

Hahahaha, and so on and laughed, the third generation was talking about memories of the time.

However, the fourth generation has a slight facial pull.

'Well, you are. My wife was a good man too... "

I was looking at the fourth generation because I was suspicious.

The third generation is looking around to see if they notice anything.

"Lyell, take a look... the surrounding landscape is changing"

As the niggling third generation put it, the changes were off to the surrounding landscape.

"Oh, you see some mansion. Could it be here?"

The fourth generation is dripping.

'Yes, it's my mansion. We moved it from the original location and rebuilt it anew. "

We were in the mansion courtyard.

An iron lattice gate opens and a carriage enters there.

The fourth generation came out of the mansion looking nervous.

However, at his age, it is the same as when he always sees it in a treasure ball.

It would be the first half of thirty.

The third generation.

"Is someone an important customer? One carriage after another comes into the courtyard, though?

As the carriage loaded with luggage entered the courtyard of the mansion, one girl was getting out of the carriage and greeting him in front of the fourth generation.

He was an early teenager, no matter how he saw it, and a small girl who seemed to feel strong.

The fourth generation, holding his face with both hands, explains.

"... it's my wife"

Me and the third generation, I looked at the fourth generation and his wife's face close and close and alternating over and over again.

The fourth generation looking behind the girl who came down greets her with a pulled grin when she finds out that the girl in front of her is her opponent.

"Nice to meet you, I was exchanging letters, but I'm Marks Walt. It's good to see you. '

Look at the fourth generation stating the social dictionary, and your wife...

"... twenty points"

'What?'

When I scored, I put my hands on my hips and started preaching grandiose with my chest up, not looking up at the older fourth generation.

"She is the daughter who carried the name of the Viscount family, even if she is small. Don't insult me with my kids! And what is it! You think I'm married or something?

Girl - The fourth generation was a taffeta to the girl who blamed the fourth generation for her actions that confirmed behind his wife.

'Excuse me. But he's so cute, he doubted it.'

In the fourth generation like that with a gentle smile, your wife can do it again...

"Ten o'clock. I'm not a girl from the moment I'm married, I'm your wife. Don't treat me like a child."

What a tough guy he seemed.

But no matter how you look at it, you just look like a father scolded by his own daughter.

The third generation is crawling on all fours, banging the ground and laughing.

"Mr. Marks, you're a boulder. Ah!

"Fourth generation, excuse me. This makes me laugh."

Me and the third generation look at the fourth generation and their wives and laugh.

Then, the fourth generation tells us to look suspiciously in the glasses.

'... you should remember, Lyell'

"What?

I reflect that I laughed too much at the boulder, but still the sight in my memory continued and the third generation was laughing off when I saw the fourth generation that allowed me to keep scoring the girl.

"The Walt Family Home Training... Remember the Dowry Home Training?

I nodded with a subtle look.

Whatever, the Walt family training is what the first generation said in the booze seat, and it's been going on for over two hundred years because they thought it was really home training around them.

Simply put...

[Women who welcome their wives must look good first and foremost]

[Secondly, being healthy]

Third, the body must be strong

[Fourth, being smart]

[Fifth, the skin is beautiful]

[Sixth, excellent magic]

- Don't say that the second and third are worn, etc. It's drunken bullshit, so I really just ran my mouth off without thinking about it. So later it is interpreted like this. At the end of the day, the fifth generation added home training, so the first generation has absolutely nothing to do with it.

Excellent appearance.

Don't get sick.

Sturdy body.

Be smart.

Beautiful skin.

Being a real nobleman who can use magic.

That is the training of the Walt family's dowry.

The boy is well born, so there is no female version - son-in-law training.

The fourth generation laughs uncomfortably......

"Welcome an excellent wife. As important as it gets. Maybe it's okay to say that we're not the ones who made the Walt family today, but the wives of history."

When I rolled around and looked at the third generation laughing, I nodded that it might indeed be.

The fourth generation in my memory is wasting my time wondering if I can say a little more attentive dialogue to my wife.

With a shadowy smile, the fourth generation says.

'My wife was excellent, too. You're not like your mother. It was solid, and it was thanks to my wife that the Walt family, which had just become the Baron's, became a solid and genuine nobleman. My mouth is strong and harsh, but there are some really cute things about it. Is that true? I'll be clear, but there's a whole cup of cuteness to it! So is that cute looking...'

Why does the fourth generation look pathetic?

"And then other historical principals had this sight?

To distract from the story, I tried to come up with other topics of our own.

"Even if it makes some difference, it didn't feel good and you rolled your hands well, did it? That's the Walt family men! Oh, but... maybe not for the fifth generation. '

I'm in the fourth generation.

(... No, with a kimeface: 'On my wife's palm, it's the Walt family man who rolls well!' It's very subtle even if they say so)

The surrounding sights stained grey, and when the scenery changed, it was a room in the mansion. A third generation that was rolling around is clashing against the wall and holding his head down.

'Hey... can you not suddenly change the scene?

"You deserve it."

In the third generation with his head on, the fourth generation was answering with a smile.

A fifth generation in his early twenties was introduced to him in that room by his wife, who was old with a fourth generation of gray hair.

The nervous fifth generation has a small mouth count.

"What's wrong, Fredrix? Oh, okay. You're nervous because you're a beautiful girl."

The fourth generation wife, who seems very concerned, has a sweet face in the fifth generation.

Next to it, the fourth generation in gray-haired memories complains.

"Why don't you say something nice?"

My wife is smiling and wearing a fourth generation arm.

Are you complaining about Fredrix?

'No! No, so stop it!

The young fifth generation had a brief greeting before the other woman laughing with Couscous.

"It's Fredrix. I'm not good at jokes. '

'Really? I 'm-'

When the other woman finished greeting her, the fifth generation seemed sorry to lean all the way down. Only the fourth generation and their wives are working hard to make the two good friends.

Neither the third generation nor I could have seen the sight with a laugh.

Anyway, what the fourth generation did after this was the unscrupulous behavior of preparing as many as four concubines to make nearly thirty children.

On the contrary, it is a problematic action that could become a major spark for the Walt family.

As the surrounding scenery stained grey, the fourth generation sighed.

"Fredricks... the fifth generation was also a good kid in line with family training."

Still, the fifth generation that prepared the concubine looked much adored by the fourth generation's wife.

The fourth generation takes the glasses off and starts wiping them.

"The fifth generation...... Fredricks was an honest and often laughing child from an early age. If you think about it now, when did you stop laughing? '

The fifth generation had an emphasis on efficiency, and he was the coolest feeling person in the history of our Lord.

But at the same time, he is the one who endured the most.

In the afterlife, a colorful concubine surrounded young.

Relentless killer of thieves and mercenaries.

It is all you want to be told.

The Walt family was also the forerunner of the blackest era. And the flow continued until the sixth generation, and was cut off in the seventh generation. That's what my father told me about the Walt family.

A third generation looked at a young fifth generation in a view with both hands behind his head turned gray.

'I guess you saw a lot of things. So I ran it. I know you thought you needed that, but why did you make me do that?

Me and the third generation's gaze pierces the fourth generation.

The fourth generation, wearing glasses again, looks at his wife, whose time has stopped, greyed out and stopped moving with a smile on her face.

'... it's an accident. Injuries prevented me from having children. I didn't teach Fredricks.'

The third generation squeaks.

"Yes."