Sevens

- When the Lyells won the miracle at Zain.

In Aramsarth, two knights seconded by Rolphis were wandering beneath Damien.

Receiving a letter of introduction from Lyell, [Damian Bale] is a genius said to be Seven Jie of the academic city. I have a few screws off my head a little bit, but that's also why it was Seven Jie.

Historical Qijie, all geniuses but some problematic person. Damian is also a pervert who does research by saying that he wants to produce the ideal woman, etc.

The lab had the same face, maids dressed in the same clothes to clean, and tea for the two knights.

Damien sits on the couch and receives a letter, black little board for his hand.

"This is for you."

MADE - When the automaton received it, I put the black board in my pocket. Then the red eyes start tickling...

"... there is data left by the sisters imprisoned in the labyrinth. It is severely damaged and everything is not parsable. Master, apparently that useless Monica has touched one end of the labyrinth in Baym."

Hearing that, the two knights gave a surprised look. But Damien is having tea.

"It is. You're not interested anymore, are you? Because it has nothing to do with my research. But you're in trouble."

The knight surprised, and shuddered to confirm to Damien.

"Um, what's the trouble? You think we can't give Porter technology?

Damian takes off his glasses and rubs his eyelids.

"I'll tell you. It's past technology to me. [M] I think if you give money to the school, you'll teach me kindly and politely. Most importantly, it was Lyell who created that foundation. Lyell would have taught me sooner."

The two knights looked at each other and looked troubled. I never thought Lyell would have developed it.

"Um, so what's the trouble?

Damian put on his glasses and smiled.

"Ceres, Lyell's sister, is coming to this Aramsarth in the near future. No, I'm in real trouble. You're in trouble... I'm really looking for you."

What Lyell wrote in his letter was a threat from Ceres. It's written to be careful, but there's nothing Damian can do about it.

Then Damien stood up.

"Ma'am, Baym is better equipped than here with the materials you need, right? Plus, the school hasn't felt good lately. With that said, was it after the major members of the school went out to Central? Ahahahaha, Lyell is right."

Damian, laughing out, tells the two knights to stay put.

"All right, shall we run? Nos. 1, 2, 3... I'll load up the materials and go to Baim. These two are escorts."

Then the maids grabbed the skirt and gently lifted and bowed.

"Yes, sir. Now you can accomplish Monica's request."

Damian snapped his neck.

"Request? Did they ask you for something?

A maid called number one.

"This is the design of a man-made combat golem, as well as the development of a golem utilizing a core of automatons. The reward will be ancient technology - our option. That incompetence. I've told you to cooperate because I'll give you duplicate options. I'll tear it up with polished collaboration."

Damian put his hand on his chin.

"The boulder is Lyell, right? Something interesting seems to be happening. Right. Shall I take care of Lyell? All right, then get ready to go."

When Damian said so, the maids began to move hastily inside the lab.

"This is for a large porter for mobility."

"It's time to show our strength."

"Hmm, we'll be in charge of the basic design of the golem. Your husband has developed a device to incorporate the core."

The two knights who came all the way to Aramsarth could only stare at Damien, who had just decided to flee -.

- Baym East Alliance.

There was a pair of robes together there.

One had water colored hair visible from the hood.

The little, luxurious girl is [Adele Belgi]. She is a seventeen-year-old girl who has flown from Bansaim to Darion, Aramsarth, Central, and Baim.

Standing to protect her from the waves of those around her is a tall young man. He holds the spear in a cloth and also has a sword on his hips.

At first glance I was avoiding bumping into my surroundings, too, on my physique and weapon that seemed like a warrior.

His name is [Maxim Dunhell] - The 27-year-old ex-jury knight had come all the way to Baim to protect Adele, the daughter of the lord.

The pair were looking around in front of the Eastern Alliance.

Adele looks at the adventurers with green eyes. When I couldn't find the person I was looking for in there, I sighed.

"You still couldn't. Baym has too many people."

To Adele, who gives up, Maxim smiles.

"It doesn't begin if you've just come and given up, Dear Adele"

Then Adele smiled and nodded at Maxim. Maxim blushes, cheeks with his fingertips, and misses his gaze.

"Right. I'm pretty sure you're here. I just want to find out at any rate... Lyell Walt, Kirinko from the former Walt family."

Adele's gaze narrowed.

Maxim also moves his forehead lightly. The long brown hair was all-back by holding it to his forehead, and he looked around with red eyes.

"Darion, Aramsarth, Central... that's all we need to talk about. It could still be famous here."

Looking around as Maxim said, Adele was leaning down with her hands on her chin.

"I hope so. Bandits devastated in Darion, breaking through the underground forty hierarchy in Aramsarth by the smallest number of people. Brothers and sisters in Central… I hope you're really a good man."

But Maxim...

"There were a lot of weird rumors. However, you can also be assumed to have escaped to Baim. What do you expect from a guy like that, lady?"

Adele looked up at the sky. The hood is off and I see water colored hair.

"I don't know."

"I don't know, do you... No, well, I'll give it to you at the end"

Maxim, but Adele says.

"My family went mad when they met Ceres. I should have gone to Central to protest, but if you would have returned, I would have liked to participate in the civil unrest. It's obviously crazy, isn't it? I thought it would be dangerous to meet him in person. So look for clues to Baym..."

Adele pointed her face at Maxim.

"A knight, a friend of Maxim's, was also taken over. Whoever was the knight of the Bansaim fingerfold will not be dealt with at all. It's like a fairy tale from 300 years ago."

Adele, speaking of fairytales, began walking when she sighed in front of the East Branch. In keeping with his small stride, Maxim also started walking.

"It's bad for Maxim, but be an adventurer in Baym. Explore Lyell Walt's information here."

For a knight, an adventurer meant a falling out in Bansaim. But Maxim smiled.

"If the lady wants it"

That's what I said and smiled...

"What the... [Sinful Saint Knight] or something!

In the temple in the Zayn capital, I waved my arms down to my desk many times in the room I was given.

He had picked up the Knights Commander and was about to have a separation in the war. It was supposed to be, but Eva ran into me with a smile.

Eva, the singer, told me stories told in the capital.

"[Blue Saint Knight] and [Love Saint Knight] also have [Guardian of Miracles]. As a result, there are two heroine stories about Selma and Aura. treacherous love with age difference! Take it easy, mainly middle-aged women! In Mr. Aura's case, it's usually popular because it's a king's road. We defeated 20,000 troops in a war that started with only 100 men."

I held my head with both hands as I signed V and watched Eva rejoice. So, the next person who came in was Clara.

"Mr. Lyell, actually, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"What?"

When I turned to Clara with a tired look on her face, Clara took the note to her hand.

"Tell me more about how you felt when you decided to take Zain back and how you knew your fingers would ring as if a decree were coming when you negotiated in Rolphis...... how creative it sounds. And why did you decide to throw away the fort you took and attack the capital?"

Clara, who sparkles her eyes, was seriously trying to listen to me.

But Eva...

"Hey! It's creative, what is it! That's not a good reason! I stood up to save the needy Virgin and the people of Rolphis! Why are you trying to twist the facts because you're frigid!

Stuck by Eva, Clara pushed her glasses up with her fingers to make them glow. A little scary.

"It's to keep a record for future generations! If you don't write down the details properly, you'll be improving and talking completely differently!

"It's not true! You can have a hero who moves without a plan! I don't care if you're an idiot who can't account for the damage! That's the hero!

"No. No, it's not!

As I reached out to my right hand and worried about intervening in a dispute between the two of them, I heard the voices of the historical masters bursting out of the treasure balls.

The third generation is quick, happy to hear my two names.

"Condemning Holy Knight. No, no!! That sounds great!!"

Fourth generation, etc.

"The Blue Saint Knight and the Sacred Knight of Love...... I knew it was the Sacred Knight tied. Good for you, Lyell... now you're a celebrity with two names. I'm going to get more and more work!

- I was thrilled with future money making.

The fifth generation.

"Better than the stupid son you've ever had, or Lyell on your back, right? But you're not guilty... why do two names that are too decent sound like nothing else '

The seventh generation endured laughter.

'Hey, wouldn't that be nice...... Psst! But are you the guardian of miracles? Even though it's not a miracle, it's the difference between what's been piling up. It's interesting, so it's hired.'

(These guys have fun. You always do!

In the midst of some angry feelings, I sighed and sat in my chair. Then Eva and Clara were looking at me.

"Hey, what?

Eva has a serious look.

"Hey Lyell... Which two names do you want? I'd like to tell my people to spread the word at the center of it. 'Cause a lot of them confuse me."

And Clara.

"Unity is important. Mr. Lyell [Blue Saint Knight] [Sinful Saint Knight] [Sacred Knight of Love] [Guardian of Miracles]... and [Sacred Knight of the Virgin] what else? At the end of the day, you come out with love and love themed stories. They're Thelma and Aura."

I screamed as I looked at both of them in the face.

"Rejected! I don't like any of them! If you think of two names I can convince you of, I'll use them!

Then there is a third generation of voices from within the treasure ball.

'You're an idiot, Lyell... this kind of thing depends on what others call it. I want you to choose two names that are not difficult. "

(... even though not a single one is easy?

I held my head as I watched Eva and Clara argue over which one of my two names would be better.

- In the Temple of Zain.

There was a statue of the last goddess - the seventh goddess. It was Nowem who looked up to the goddess of unsolicited images made by the faithful.

Next door was Shannon, who was helping, and Miranda, Aria, and Monica were doing other jobs.

May was on his way to deliver a letter to Rolphis, and only Shannon could help Nowem.

Witches were also dispatched to clean it because it was an important place around.

"... why am I cleaning? If you think it was used to clean the temple, if the porter could push it in and get it out... you'd be absolutely forgiven for protesting against this poor treatment."

Shannon, speaking of dissatisfaction, was wiping his bench with a rag. I wanted to note that Nowem's hand was stopped, but Nowem can't say anything because he's already done his job.

Shannon was a little surprised when he saw Nowem looking up at the statue of the goddess. Compared to Lyell's time, there was just a little bit of magic.

Usually, the unshakeable Nowem is.

Shannon's eyes were invisible, but he had the special skill of seeing magic. By doing so, Shannon can act as if he was seeing it.

(Something angry? No, it looks sad......)

Watching Nowem like that, her lips moved.

"Take us... with God, etc.... why, people..."

To a voice that sounded interrupted, Shannon got scared and resumed work. Then Nowem spoke to Shannon.

It also fits the height of Shannon's gaze by giving in next door at some point.

"Shannon."

"Ha, ha!

The gaze of the surrounding witches gathered in Shannon, who spoke up. But soon the witches will resume their work wondering if they are being scolded again.

Nowem smiled. As always, there is no sway in magic. Too much.

"When this is over, it's lunch, so let's do our best until then."

"... ugh, yeah"

Shannon had to snort.

(Didn't they notice? Good)

If that's what you think, Nowem says something.

"And forget what I just heard. Because it's a particularly meaningless word."

Shannon, who was stabbed with a nail, nodded over and over again...

- The royal castle of Rolphis.

May was in one room meeting with Alette and Lomboldt.

When I gave him the letter he had, Lomboldt had a surprised look with his hand on his mouth. I asked for an explanation as to whether Alette was concerned.

"Prime Minister, what's Zain's status?

Then Lomboldt wet his sweat and handed the letter to Alette. Arrette received looks at the contents and opens her eyes.

"Only... did you recapture Zayn in just a hundred men? Did you really do it?"

To Alette, who sees the letter and May alternately over and over again, May said.

"That's why I'm telling you. Lyell dropped the zain, he said. So, go see if you can move as promised."

May wasn't interested, or he was eating the sweets on the table puckering.

Lomboldt is.

"... attacking and destroying Selva? Now I can organize a coalition of nations that I was forced to promise. We don't have to destroy anything."

To that statement, May threw the last treat into his mouth and swallowed it.

"You're gonna do that from the beginning, aren't you? Besides, it was the Selva who set it up. Finally, it was Serbian people who raided Lyell, wasn't it? Keep your word."

May says like a child, but Aret.

"Do you understand that attacking and destroying..."

May keep her neck shut.

"The boss just changes, right?

May was a Kirin, and thought could not even be said to be close to man. We only think about war to the extent of territorial strife.

And Lyell's opinion is that of Fredricks, the fifth generation.

May owes Fredrix his life.

"If it doesn't work, Lyell might work alone. But then I don't know what's going to happen."

We can attack Selva alone, that sounded like it to both of us. In fact, with less force, Lyell beat Zain.

That arm must have been horrible to Lomboldt.

"Call a meeting. I can't get back to you immediately."

May stands up and heads straight to the window. Even though it was high above the royal castle, he rode himself out to the window with a cheerful face and looked back.

And finally...

"Well, I'll tell Lyle I'm in a meeting."

That's what I said and jumped out.

I don't think the two of you who saw May's back would understand it more than once...

- Monica, who is cleaning, was looking at the situation around her.

Destruction by magic, and dirty floors.

A few days have passed since I cleaned them, and Monica...

"Why do I have to work so hard when I can't even look after the chicken guy? I haven't been able to take care of the chicken guy lately. I'm not energized."

Even when cleaned unwillingly, the boulder is a high-performance made-to-measure automaton.

I keep cleaning up my surroundings.

"I tried my best. I tried so hard this time..."

It seems so unfortunate that Monica, who seems unhappy, cannot be beside Lyell. Then Aura was walking down the hall.

Surrounded by witches, he had a crate of vice commanders of the Order of the Saints.

"Hey, Monica. It's a beautiful day."

The hot, bitter smiling crate has greeted Monica precisely with the look of happiness now. Then the witch pays attention to the crate.

"Dear Deputy Commander, you must not say hello while you are on the move. The others will clear their way and pass through the Virgin."

"Really? That's a hassle."

Then Aura, who exhaled, also hissed her hand.

"You don't have it now. I'll smash it all up and rebuild it anyway, so I'll make it a new rule. Don't write down what you need to do later."

Aura, who commands the witch, was like a Virgin anyway in tone. Clothes are also worn that reveal the body lines made by Monica.

Behind it was Remiss, handcuffed.

"Oh, are you leaving yet?

Aura nodded.

"That's right. Zayn treats you like a dead man, and you're deported from the country. Let him have some wealth, though."

I couldn't kill Remiss, Aura, but that was the same with Thelma. The Virgin is a decoration. Aura and Thelma, who knew it, could not be ruthless.

But I couldn't even leave it with Zain.

I've already crushed the opposition, but still can't say enough that Remis won't decide next time. So it is expulsion from the country.

"It's a kind thing. Ma, you won't be able to kill a chicken bastard anyway. Because it's nice to women.... you just have to be nice to me"

Aura tried to scare Monica into telling the truth. And one of the witches.

"Such to Lord Lyell, the Knight Commander...... disrespectful to the Holy Knight of Love!

Then Monica looks happy.

"Oh, I'd like to hear more about that. Chicken bastard is the saint knight of love? What a chicken bastard or diagonal...... let me ask you something?

Leaving Monica stuffed by the witch, Aura walked out.

"Look, I'm coming."

Then, Remith says.

"I will definitely make you regret it. I hated Rolphis for killing your father too, but not now...... you hate me the most"

To Remith's words, Aura was clear.

"Yes."

It was to end in one word...

- In the treasure ball.

A third generation was looking up at the three weapons floating on the round table.

One is the Great Sword.

The other is a bow.

At the end of the day, it's Halbad.

Reaching for the silver weapon, but unable to touch the third generation. It was like knowing who my husband was.

The fourth generation looks at the chairs placed around the round table.

"You're down in numbers."

The fifth generation leans over.

"Right."

The seventh generation saw the door that was on the wall of the circular room. The entrance to the memory room was now five.

'Five doors, too. It's a diminished one...... hmm?

Five......

A third generation stood up from the chair and saw the newly emerged door. The chair in front of the door belonged to Lyell.

'Now... No, another year? It's not weird to leave, I guess. "

Ryer's room of memory was born, and silence reigned within the treasure balls.

And the third generation.

'... shall we take a peek?

Then the fourth generation stands up and pushes up his glasses with his fingers.

'Do you care? You have no choice.'

While the fifth generation stood up.

"No, you're not."

Sometimes the seventh generation was the first to come close to the door.

"See you first."

Then the third generation.

"Ah, sloppy!

As he was rushed out, the seventh generation opened the door and shut it immediately. Strangely approaching, the seventh generation shook its neck to the side.

'I wasn't here to get tired, etc...'

While the fourth generation approached the door.

'What are you doing? Totally... see, nothing... hmm? Why!!'

The fourth generation, who laughed and opened the door, closed the door as soon as it roughed his breath. And with the bumps.

'Impossible. Why. And this is Lyell's memory room. We can't be meeting.'

Did you even care about the fifth generation? I opened the door. Then he closed it slowly and snapped his neck as it was.

'That's crazy, huh? It's not my room...'

I didn't understand the third generation. So I opened the door myself.

Then there was the sight inside the mansion where the third generation once lived.

'... Huh?

And one boy, who noticed that the door had opened, was waving at the third generation.

'Sly, it's Grandma's stew today. It's a little thick, but you drink it without complaining. Tastes bad,' cause Grandma's sad. '

Seeing the little boy smile, the third generation closed the door hard.

Third generation breathing disturbs.

"... why, Brother Dewey... why... even though this isn't my memory room. Besides, I don't remember that... I shouldn't have. '

There was a third generation brother and dead boy [Dewey].

It was moving in front of me, as if I were really alive. In memory, it is not a video of a determined action.

The hurried third generation backed down and looked at which door.

The third, fourth, fifth, and seventh generations… The four of them flashed in front of Lyell's room of memory -