Sevens

We were building their graves, paying back the elite of the Sacred Knights of Zayn.

Thelma suggested it was terrible as it was on the boulder. Because he is a member of the Knights of Zain and a man of the same country.

The sixth generation heard that.

'Whatever the reason, don't leave any evidence behind to leave it. Do you want me to burn it and bury it? Oh, make sure you collect your gear'

Horses in weapons, luggage, retrieved them, we bury them generously. To not give this information to my fellow Holy Knights who came later to investigate. At the same time, to win Mr Selma's good impression.

Somehow, by the time I got back to Baym, I had to earn their trust. I don't rely on Ceres against me, but still, I couldn't afford to be choosing the means right now.

We need Zain's help.

Buried generously, Thelma, a former Virgin, prayed to me and thanked me.

"I appreciate your cooperation so far after you fought so hard for your life. I'm not convinced, so I'll give you a reward."

This one seems to take into account his mood. But I shook my head to the side.

"You're sweet. But the reward is fine with the first amount. That's the contract, and think of this as my service."

"Thank you. I heard adventurers are more rude, but apparently some of them are fine."

Next to Mr. Selma, Mr. Gastone, who looked worried, also bowed his head to me.

When I smiled and answered, I looked up into the sky.

It was raided and some cleaning up afterwards was starting to get dark.

"You're in Nojuku here today. Is there two days left as early as Baim? Let's get some rest now in case of tomorrow."

Inside, here's what I thought.

(You have two days left to earn their trust, unravel their plans to recapture Zayn and have them become big names... high hurdles)

It makes me want to spill my stupidity, but it's the suggestion of our historical masters. In order to gain strength, I decided to move to execution because I had no further ideas.

It just didn't seem right for me.

(Ha, is it going to work?

I was heartbroken looking at Mr. Gastone to thank Thelma.

In the treasure ball.

Sixth Generation Memory Room.

When everyone was asleep, I was consulting with the sixth generation. However, while fighting the sixth generation with Halbad, is.

When I flashed Halvard to the side, the sixth generation judged it small and pounded it on me in a row.

"Well, so what? You think I'm fooling you?

I avoided poking, and when I regained my posture and put myself back on my feet, I breathed.

"Yes. Are you deceiving me or are you reluctant to use me"

The sixth generation was grabbing Halvard on his shoulder, looking at my face and touching his chin with his left hand.

"Are you not convinced? Well, I don't know if I can help it emotionally. '

When I untied myself, Halvard, who had it, disappeared from his right hand. The sixth generation sat intact stabbing Halvard to the ground.

I'll sit down, too.

"Lyell, you have a narrow view. Have a bigger horizon. '

"Is that a field of view? I guess you shouldn't joke about being able to capture all the surroundings with a second generation of skills."

The sixth generation showed his teeth and nibbled, and he talked to me.

'Right. It's not that field of view. How your actions will sound in the future. And what happens to the results of the move...... if you don't do anything, think about what happens too'

The sixth generation briefly explained it to me. Ceres is not the only reason. He told me why I couldn't leave Zain like this.

'There is a problem with the way we govern, and neighbouring countries have used it. I know Zayn's been using it, too, but if we keep going, what we're waiting for is ruin. Three hundred years after the collapse of the unified state of the continent, Centrus... it would also be a good idea to keep small and contentious'

That's what they said, but there was also a question as to whether I could do it.

I didn't like it when he seemed to use Ceres as an excuse.

(Am I wrong? Can you get Zayn or Rolphis involved for me?

Then, the sixth generation sensed that there was a stray in me, or stood up and changed the view around me. This is in the memory of the sixth generation.

The sixth generation is where you can freely change the surrounding landscape.

'Don't worry about that. Then I'll show you just one example.'

Then it was an urban area in Vice territory ruled by the Walt family.

It was smaller than when I was kicked out of my parents' house, but the shadow remained.

When I stood up, too, one defect was being beaten out of a small tavern.

It was the sixth generation of a young man who was being beaten up just flushed his red, long hair back.

My eyes were sharper than they are now, and I had a stabbing impression somewhere.

"Um, what's this?

"... I remember when I was running away from home."

Thus, the sixth generation of the young day - yelled and scattered as Fines rose and roared.

"You're kidding! Keep your head down on that shit, huh? I'm sorry I died!

Coming out of the tavern is a big man with a big body skinhead and a fine chin mustache. My muscles were pushing up my shirt and it looked strong at first glance.

In fact, you fought in the war, and your arms and face had a lot of scratches.

'... kid, I don't care how much booze you drink. You can ramble around. You can hit me. But I will not tolerate that man's rumbling.'

Feynes, lifted by the big man's chest barn, was staring and spitting.

I'll look at Sole.

"... are you the owner of the tavern?

The sixth generation nodded shyly and explained to me with his head on.

'That's right. I was drinking in my ass. I heard about it later, but the fifth generation seems to have told my men and paid me as well. You heard me when I went to pay my ass. "

The sixth generation, who seemed nostalgic, watched the fight between the big man and Fines as it was. The big man beats me up, but Fines is also working out, so I was throwing him away.

Residents gather around, and look at Fines...

"He's his son."

"If a parent is good, it's typical for a son to be wasted."

"Is the Walt family okay?

Looking at the surrounding reactions, it's apparently favorable to the fifth generation. A fifth generation that was feminine and famous, but apparently admired by its inhabitants.

When Fines started hitting the big man in the mount position, the surroundings went into a stop and the scenery stained gray and time stopped.

Sixth generation, tell me.

"From the sisters to me and my brother, he was my worst father. I was also angry at the attitude that I wouldn't be interested if I didn't have feelings. But the people admired me. Why do you think that is?

I'm simply.

"Because it has nothing to do with Lords' family issues in territorial management, is it? No, but there are problems with tracing..."

Then, the sixth generation showed us a certain view.

There, the old couple were just talking to the run-down Fines around. It was night outside, and it was winter or Fines seemed cold.

'... here we catch a cold. It's a house with nothing, but please come up'

Fines thought he would freeze to death if he stayed like this on a boulder, or he would go up to the old couple's house in favor.

So I was greeted warmly. Hot water is prepared and meals are luxurious. I'm sure it was the best for the old couple.

Fines ate and slept in bed.

The sixth generation looked embarrassed to see how it was going to be.

"I've been a failure for a long time. Lyell, I... I was an irresistible fool. It was rough, it was flying out of the house, it was rambling around and asking me repeatedly for help '

I heard it, and I didn't get a word.

I thought it looked a little bad, but it was really bad. When you think you've been home a lot with this, you start a conversation with the old couple.

That was when Fines was having breakfast.

"... why did you help a guy like me"

A fuzzy attitude is not directed at the benefactor of life. Yet the old couple seemed happy.

"What, now we owe you to Master Fredrix?"

"Thank you very much for your help."

I don't like Fines.

"That shitty dad?

The old couple tells Fines.

"Yes, they burned the village so that we could live."

'You rushed to help me. Yet we have said terrible things... and have always regretted it'

Fines looked a little surprised, but soon his attitude got worse.

"That would be his job, though! I'm sorry about that shitty dad who didn't make it! You guys, you're fooling me!

Then the old couple was laughing when they heard it.

'I guess. But that guy was sweet. It hurts to watch. "

When the footage of my memory broke, it was the mansion's garden.

"You've changed the scenery again"

Then, the sixth generation exhaled.

"Can I show you any more of my embarrassing parts! The next thing I know, I'll be back. Well, next time I have an embarrassing memory... '

In front of the mansion, there was a soldier standing in trouble. Looks like he's in front of the run-down Fines and wondering if he should get into the mansion.

When the entrance to the mansion opened, the fifth generation - Fredricks - walked from there. Next door, there was also the figure of Fines' mother.

Fines' mother flattens her son as much as she wants when she rushes over.

"Blah!"

His upper body was shaking grally at Fines, now he was flat handed with the opposite hand. Seeing how it went, I thought.

(That, you seem so sweet but you're so unscrupulous, this guy!

"You stupid son! Jump out of the house and come back with pity! How much do you make me worry!

I pulled when I saw a woman crying and hitting her flat hand repeatedly. Because Fines is going to be even more worn out.

Fredricks also seemed to be pulling a little.

Fines had been slapped on the cheek many times. My cheeks are swelling up, and I'm getting pathetic.

"... my mother's flat handed, it also struck my heart, but it also struck my head and bones. In many ways... it hurt so bad '

The big Fines of my body were staring at my mother.

Look at that, Fredrix says it like it's a fright.

'Ha, take a bath and change your clothes. Come to me when you eat and sleep. I'll admit it as a trail if I can get out and get my delays back.'

That said, back to the mansion, the soldiers, the gatekeepers, lend their shoulders to the Fluffy Fines to transport them to the mansion.

Crying, Fines' mother also accompanies her son.

"... have you been forgiven?

'Oh, forgiven me. Well, my brother complained about everything, and he hated it. The best part was to ask Mireia,' Is your head cold? 'When they say so. I was sad to be preached'

The sixth generation looks like Ciscon.

Ohon, when I cough deliberately, the sixth generation tells me.

'Well, you say what you want to say. Whether you think you're good or you don't look good to others, and even if you think you're bad, sometimes you look good to others. There's something I wanted to show you. "

The sixth generation had shown their embarrassing memories, and seemed to embarrass them.

And squeal at me.

"I've only failed. After all, he was worse than my father."

In the morning, before leaving, Mr. Gastone and Mr. Selma brought one girl before me.

His name is [Aura].

He said he was a candidate for the Virgin, which Mr. Gastone and the others presumed to be the next Virgin.

My long brown hair is wavy and I feel like I could drill in a little bit. The cautious breasts do not make claims in the uniform worn by black and qualitative witches, unlike Mr. Selma.

It was flat.

Bringing her in front of me like that, Clara stood up and took Eva and May to Porter's carrier.

"I'll see how Aria's doing."

"Okay."

As the three of them left, Mr. Selma did.

"You seem to have made me pay attention. But good."

And Mr. Gastone will tell me what's going on.

"Lord Lyell, we are going to Baym to let Lady Aura, the Virgin's candidate, escape. I think you understand that our lives are at stake in Zayn. So, I have a favor to ask in anticipation of Lord Lyell's arms. Could you protect this Aura?

"Is it protection?

That's what I said and saw a girl named Aura. But when they looked at me, they lost sight of me.

Mr Selma cautioned.

"Aura, excuse me."

However, Mr. Aura...

"Fine. I'm a benefactor of my life, because that's only a rewarding job. Besides, I can't trust this adventurer. Besides, if you go to Baym, I'll let you go. Because Zain has nothing to do with the Virgin or the Temple anymore."

That's what I said and saw Mr. Aura going back, and there was a fourth generation of voices coming from within the treasure ball.

"The candidate for the Virgin is unwilling to ride. If I persuade you to do that, you won't be on the line. Sun would do something about it. '

I overheard the second half, and I saw Mr. Gastone.

I was about to be sorry, so I ask what happened.

"What do you two and the others do, leaving Mr. Aura's escort behind?

Mr. Selma leaned over and opened his mouth with his hands on his chest.

"We're related. Either way, the next chaser will be released. I honestly didn't think you'd come that far to kill me. My thoughts were sweet."

And Mr. Gastone.

"It will be annoying. But Master Aura is not a Virgin either, we just took charge of it. At least I want you to live a different life and be happy."

Out of the treasure balls, there was a sixth generation voice.

'That's not true. The next thing you know, you're in charge. There is no separation there anymore. They'll definitely be after you.'

Both Mr Gastone and Mr Selma must have gentle roots. But maybe there are some things you can't protect.

(... can't you just protect it)

That's what I thought.

"Are you two going to die?

Then, Mr. Selma was shaking his head sideways. But the expression looked a little cloudy.

"I'm not going to die. But being a former Virgin, I get annoyed wherever I go. Then I'm going to go a long way. The same goes for Gastone and the others."

I changed my posture in front of the two of them. And say it with a serious look.

"Are you running away? I'm sorry to say, but as it stands now, Mr. Aura will be targeted for his life. Isn't Mr. Aura a better threat to his opponent than Mr. Selma, a former Virgin?

"Oh, that's"

It looks like Mr. Gastone is in trouble. Maybe you're tired, or you're still blunt in your thoughts. He looked cornered and mentally pushed.

The third generation, with a floating voice.

'Oh, Lyell's got a thing for you. Is it because of the sixth generation of persuasion? What did you say?

Sixth generation is short.

'We just talked. It's an old story.'

I look at the two in front of me.

"If we keep going like this, wouldn't Zain be terrible, too? It has nothing to do with being attacked in Rolphis. A lot of people could die."

Mr. Selma was leaning over and about to regret it.

"I know. But we can't do anything about it anymore. Even though the status of the Virgin was forceful, it gave way in a formal way. Gastone was driven from his position as a high priest."

Mr. Gastone tells me. With a thin, small hand, he was making a fist grip.

"With us, you don't like it and throw it away. I just can't do anything. We don't have the power to hold back the Holy Knights and other high priests anymore!

I'll be grand in front of both of you. And I told myself.

(No, I can. I can do it)

I hold my chest with my right hand, and I say it with dignity and confidence in front of both of you.

"No, I can. Of course you two are, Mr. Aura - with the help of the Virgin Candidate, we can get Zain back."

Selma looked up at me with a surprised look.

"And get it back? Lord Lyell, what are you talking about? Zain is officially taken over by the modern Virgin..."

"Isn't that what caused the problem? There is an unwanted battle, and the Virgin Candidate and you are about to be killed. Different?

Mr. Gastone did.

"Well, that's true, but what the hell do you do to get it back? … there is nothing you can do to stand up to a country but this many"

I'm going to tell both of you.

"Why don't you bet on me? Leave it to this Lyell Walt. I would risk my life, but I think it's more meaningful than waiting to be killed like this."

Mr. Selma looked at me and took a step back. And he looked at me suspiciously and asked.

"… what is the purpose. Are you going to use us to make it happen? I thought you were sweet, but apparently you're misleading."

Apparently, they distrusted me.

Then the fourth generation gave me advice.

'Lyell, be honest here. But just lay down a little. Yes, let's make a mistake. What, because it's worse to make a mistake. Look, go on after me and say...'

As the crummy face of the fourth generation comes to mind, I do what the fourth generation says.

"You're the one I want."

I tried to follow the words of the fourth generation, but a while after I said it, Mr. Selma turned bright red and began to awake. Werewolf, alternating between Mr. Gastone and my face.

"Hey, what are you talking about!

I'll talk to you later.

(Hey, no, no!! What does this mean?! You made me mistake you as much as I wanted!

If I'm in trouble too, the fourth generation.

"Don't panic! Now make a mistake, and if you nod and lose your escape, correct it properly! The enemy of a woman, but Lyell needs it now!

The fifth generation was also donning.

'My own father, but you suck. If Mommy was here, she'd have definitely been cursed.'

Seventh generation too.

'That sucks. I see a future where Lyell gets stabbed from behind. All right, Lyell...... let's apologize here. I can't forgive this mistake.'

Sixth generation too.

'Lyell, correct me here immediately. Look, I can't do this. I failed with this, too. "

The third generation.

"Fourth generation... shall Marks talk to me later? Lyell, this isn't a good idea, so explain it properly. '

The fourth generation.

"Huh? Hey! 'Cause if you get here, it won't change with one or two more! And Lyle can handle it.'

The voice became deaf on the way. So I coughed up deliberately.

"Or you made a mistake. To be precise, I want a design that you guys have been ruling for so long. If you leave it like this, it's very detrimental to me as an adventurer."

Thelma, with a bright red expression, nodded several times as she took a deep breath.

"Oh, yeah, that's right! But adventurers can make money if they have a battlefield, so wow?

Mr. Selma bit. Me and Mr. Gastone decided not to ask and went through.

I'll tell you my story.

"The guild I belong to is a lot of hassle. I guess I have to explain what's going on around there, too, but when there's a war, there's more norms doing the requests. Now that we're in trouble, we want countries around here to settle down. There are other things about me, but Zain is in trouble. If you ask me, the war is going to continue."

Because of the panic, Mr. Selma was unable to make a proper decision.

Look at me, he was snorting to convince me. Or he didn't seem to have much to talk about in his head.

Same goes for Mr. Gastone. I'm confused, and I'm not talking to you.

"Well, let's just calm down a little, even as we talk about my situation on the move. Let's talk about it at the next break."

Mr. Selma's face remains red.

"Right. I like that. If we don't, we'll talk properly..."

And Mr. Gastone.

"So, we'll be back when we take our next break,"

That's what I said and walked away to escape.

I felt my gaze from behind the porter trying to pluck it with my hands because I was sweating weird. Looking back, Aria, blue-faced, was peering this one off the carrier.

And the other fellows were peering this way out of Porter's shadow.

"Hih!"

I was scared and then I left. I don't know how I felt so backwards when I didn't do anything wrong... because of the fourth generation!