Sevens

- Aria looked frightened in a room at Castle Ruthworth.

The reason is simple. Lyell came to deliver a letter to Russowerth. There's nothing wrong with that. There was no problem.

But Elsa, the queen, the lord of Castle Ruthworth, who received the letter, seemed pleased with the gift from Lyell to her hands.

What I received was clothes. The expression would be too light for the outfit the queen wears, but somewhere close to the outfit the women wear in Baim.

It was too rough outfit for the queen to wear. Aria doubting Lyell's choice, but Elsa seems really happy to receive it. I'm trying to hide the lighting, but I put my sleeve right through it. I did.

"Wow, I'm sorry. I've had souvenirs prepared many times."

The red-faced Elsa doesn't give the usual atmosphere of cold. It was like a maiden in love.

That's what's so subtle about Aria.

But Lyle smiles and tells Elsa that she doesn't even seem to realize how she feels.

"I was listening to fashionable clothes when I stopped by Baim. I heard from Nowem about the size, so I don't think it's a problem. Oh, I didn't ask for the size. I just got a note, I just gave it to the clerk and got the clothes."

It's all because of you. Perhaps I can't help but admire Aria's expression, which I wish I had always done with such meticulousness.

Elsa took her clothes.

"Does it look good on you? I've always admired this kind of thing, but I've worn it..."

Lyell smiled.

"It suits you. It's just a shame, but mine has to leave right away. Let me know what you think the next time you come. Oh, it's good to see you're wearing it."

Aria was pulling her cheeks that it was something that often came out of her mouth with Bella Bella. From Aria, who knows her normal Lyell, she even wonders if she's not someone else.

Elsa dyed her cheeks and said, "Wow, okay. Even the next time he comes..." he leans down.

Aria who gets ridiculous, but it was also her job to watch beside her as Elsa's escort nonetheless. Nowem's working on paperwork in a separate room, and he's not here.

"And I have to write to you! I'll get back to you in a hurry. Just wait a minute."

When Elsa put her clothes on her desk looking important, she kept the pen out of the drawer for her hand.

Lyell is smiling at the look of it.

Aria while approaching Lyell.

"What, are you going to bring in Mr. Elsa next?

Lyell didn't break his smile in the words of a prickly aria. But Aria felt like Lyell was having trouble laughing a little bit. And I looked lonely.

"You know what? I don't even need to bring it in, but you want to get along. Yes, Aria has a souvenir too."

That said, Lyell let Aria hold something in the palm of Aria's hand.

When Aria confirms it......

"... hey, candy balls or something I treat as a child? Shannon won't be happy."

It was the candy balls that were placed on the palm of my hand. wrapped in paper, the number being three.

Lyell is putting his hand on his chin.

"Really? I would have been happy to give it to you in Galleria. He's pretty simple."

I could easily imagine Shannon delighted with candy balls, and Aria held her forehead.

"Right. I'm happy for you. My mistake...... not! Why are my souvenirs candy balls!

When Aria screamed, Elsa turned her gaze from the letter to the Lyells. And make Elsa write to me saying Lyell is nothing.

"Don't make a scene. It's delicious. And expensive."

It's popular for the price, and for candy balls, I heard Aria would double to triple the price over normal ones.

"Oh, really? Then one...... oh, it's really delicious"

Aria was dissatisfied until earlier, but she got her smile back with three candy balls -.

- Mr. Elsa's letter.

"Long time no see."

"You're starting to interact more often than before, and both countries are responding smoothly."

'I hear the climate doesn't differ that much here and there, but it's been a hot day lately. Be very careful with your body'

'And I gave Lord Lyell my thanks for the previous cream. I'm glad you like it.'

'Now, to the point, I still fervently hope that those who feared disposition, even in Lusoworth, will prove their innocence on the battlefield. Now that the Chancellor is not here, I think we have lost the means to communicate with the Lords of Galleria, but you should be careful.'

'We envisage two weeks from now when this one will move. The number is less than half the last time -'

- Mr Gracia's letter.

'Last time, I received honey. I ate it over bread, but it's excellent. I heard it was a Luthorworth specialty, but that honey is delicious. My brother told me it was delicious.'

'For the record, this one is always ready. Lords are forced to gather their weapons, but a merchant from Baim seems to be coming and selling them off at a high price'

"Lord Lyell said it was an inventory held in the last defense battle"

"And it's about the time -"

- Mr. Elsa's letter.

"Recently, I've got someone who cares."

'It's just that when I asked a friend, she already seemed to be dating more than one woman. Looks like it's almost double digit in numbers, but should I give up this love?

- Mr Gracia's letter.

'That's an odd encounter. I've got someone I care about. "

'My friend is also pushing his heartbeat when it's just worthwhile to surround multiple women'

"And I've been thinking about it lately because my brother admires it."

'Speaking of which, my brother will decorate the first line in the next war, so I'd rather you take into account'

- Mr. Elsa's letter.

"Congratulations on that."

"Is it worth it? Surely the worthiness of your lords is important."

'And about your brother, since it's unnatural for me to deal with it, could you please include me in the flow of telling my men to attack your brother? After the bump, if we anticipate the timing and fight, it feels like both factions will fall back.'

- Mr Gracia's letter.

'Fitness is important, isn't it? I have two names, so I think you'll be convinced. "

"If not, I'm also thinking about exercising my powers."

'And my brother's case, Lord Lyell said, is difficult. There is also movement between both factions in a hurry for merit, so I'm going to keep it to the point of letting it fall back and touch the air on the battlefield'

"I can't do it anymore, I don't want to work"

Stuck at my desk, I spent days traveling violently to Galleria, Russowerth, and Rolphis with Bayme.

Because of this, body fatigue is at its peak. May's better off when I'm in such a terrible situation.

In a house made into a stronghold in the village of Rolphis, May was eating honey, a souvenir of Russowerth, over bread.

The fifth generation sees him cheek in his mouth looking delicious. You must have a deluded look.

'Ha, that's good. That'll heal you. I'd love to feed you more. "

It's a subtle atmosphere in the treasure ball because I'm so tired and I don't want to move. I don't have the energy of a third generation who is also a moodmaker.

I've been thinking about things because I'm not well. Mr. Mireia also just has an entanglement with the seventh generation, and now he's watching as the fifth generation deledre?

"In front of my daughter on a boulder, deleading in front of a young child is a bit..."

With the seventh generation laughing.

'You wouldn't even be my daughter's age. Ahahahahahahaha!

I heard gunshots coming from inside the treasure ball, but it's my usual pattern now, so I didn't move with it stuck at my desk.

Cheeks the last bread in his mouth and looks at me when May slaps his hand and pays for the breadcrumbs.

"Lyell, are you still not feeling well? You're going to be on the battlefield in Lusoworth the day after tomorrow, right? I mean, I didn't even eat."

I saw the honeyed bread on my desk.

"... I don't need it. I don't want to eat it, so May can eat it. I mean, you definitely don't want me. Why am I on the battlefield? I didn't get a request, and I'm not getting any money. On the contrary, I owe Vera money and she's out on the battlefield?

From within the treasure balls I could hear Mr. Mireia laughing at his couscous.

"Lyell's cattle bastard who already lets his own woman contribute in order to serve other girls"

Sounds fun and most importantly. But I really don't sound like the worst just listening. No, it might suck. No, you're not, you suck.

May said she wore my bread to her hand.

"We can't move until Lyell leaves. I need you to give me directions. There's a lot going on over there, isn't there? I mean, that brother of yours cared a lot."

My brother and I must be talking about you, Leold.

I hope you admire me, Leold, but it seems I can't wait for the historical masters in front of your innocent eyes. You think he's the one you want to avoid if possible? I reiterated that historical principals also have such consciences.

Anyway, Galleria and Luthorworth are going to rebuild, but our plan is to sell them to fight for their gratitude.

I'm not cooperating in good faith.

"... oh, I suck. He's the worst hippo. So on the battlefield, let Nowem and the others do their best. You can have a hippo. Like, I don't want to do anything like a hippo. I'm sure now I can be a hippo who can't beat anyone"

Then, as the seventh generation was surprised from within the treasure ball.

'What the hell is wrong with you, Lyell! Until a few days ago, you were willing to come here and suddenly repeat all the futile remarks!

The fifth generation was also donning to my statement.

"You, the fourth generation, say something like that at a disappearing time..."

However, the third generation was silent. Mr. Mireia feels subtle.

"Aren't you too uptight and tired? Well, I'm trying a little too hard. It's fine if you give it a break for a while with physical control. You'll go back to the usual Lyell. '

I can hear everyone screaming, but it was a hundred million bucks for me to be powerless and move more than that.

I don't have the energy to feel powerless in this body, and not want to do anything.

I've never seen anything like this before.

"Ha... I want Nowem and the others to feed me already"

May is eating my bread.

"Wow, this is terrible"

That's what he was looking at me for. In the house, Valkyrie I to III looked at me like that without expression from the shadows.

What should I do... I don't even have the energy to pay attention.

- A few days later.

On the border between Galleria and Russowerth, the two armies, though small, led the soldiers in laying their ranks.

Gracia, Elsa, the maiden of war, the trump card of both armies, is positioned rearward, with the two armies rarely and usually rearward troops staring at each other in the front.

Both such factions, but in the tent, Galleria's headquarters, Gracia was leaping her heart into the sunshine of her brother.

The armor ordered at Baim arrives and the decorations are elaborate without any problems as to how well it can be done.

Leold is dressed in unfamiliar armor.

"I heard my sister never moves this time, are you sure?

Gracia was also wearing weapons, and nearby Lance, with a shield on her big handshake, lay down on the table.

"No problem. We're just going to hit each other lightly this time and retreat. From this winter onwards, I will work hard for you, so there should be no war for the time being."

We were ready to hit the traitors of both factions from the beginning. Later, if we weaken and pull up the traitors, we can sharpen our power greatly.

Gracia was also in a good mood to solve a problem that had been a source of concern for many years in recent months.

In a tent with such a sister and brother, Miranda held them aside as escorts for the two. Shannon is beside Miranda as such a help.

Shannon pulled Miranda's sleeve.

"Sister, can you spoil me as much as that?

Miranda smiles and decopins Shannon's forehead.

"Say your bedtime words after bed, Shannon. Well, if it's true, it's not weird if Lyell comes to this side... I wonder if Monica's on that side from the start."

It was Leold who had an admiration for Lyell who was listening to Miranda like that.

"Lord Lyell is coming?

Then Shannon goes up and down.

"I was going to do that at first. But I don't even have to."

Then, Leold...

"Really? It's a shame."

That's what I laughed at. He wanted Lyle to see the sunshine in the first place. Guess how my brother feels.

"... can I join you on this side for a little while?

Gracia said that...

In Russowerth's tent, Aria was yelling at Monica, who had brought her lunch from Galleria.

"Monica! What are you thinking!

Then Monica shows off a feature she doesn't need as an automaton of tears in her eyes.

"Because! Because the chickens don't even eat. They're unmotivated and daunted! I'm worried about nutritional balance and stuff! I wanted to bring you Monica's special lunch box!

Aria grabs the left side of Monica's twin tail and tells her to go right back.

"It doesn't matter! If you weren't over there, it wouldn't be a hassle to communicate! Even if there are Valkyries..."

With the mass-produced Valkyries, Lyell can purchase information because the lines are connected somehow. That's how I was supposed to handle it.

Monica looked away from Aria.

"... hey"

"No. It's not me. They said if I were over there, we'd be over here..."

Aria had a headache for the first time when the Automatons acted unsolicited, prompted by Lyell's ill health.

Then Elsa, who was in the tent, was twitching. Unlike usual today, they're wearing combat costumes that they made me make specially. Looks like he's looking forward to seeing Lyle.

"But you've already arrived here, haven't you? Then I'll pay my respects too..."

Aria controlled it with her hands.

"Be patient because Nowem is picking you up. And if you don't show your face here, the eyes of the others..."

That's all Aria said, Monica stood up free of Aria's hands her twin tails. And bow beautifully.

"Welcome home, sir.... What do you say, isn't it a perfect operation, chickenshit?

Apparently, Lyell came into the tent.

When Aria sees the entrance to the tent, she's stunned.

Lyell was so brilliant. With a refreshing smile, I don't think he was down until a while ago. And to Monica.

"Welcome me anywhere... Monica, I'll give you a hundred points"

Aria quickly realized that it was not the usual Lyell. Then he turned his gaze to Nowem, who stood diagonally behind Lyell. Nowem leaned down and shook his head to the side.

"Hundred points! You think I can get this Monica a hundred points? No way, that's not a thousand caps, is it?

Lyell lifted his blue hair with his right fingertip.

"Say stupid, it's a hundred out of a hundred. And then I'll put flower pills on you."

Monica looked at Lyell like that and said she was rattled and trembling.

"I'm home. My chicken bastard is back...... it's Fever time ah!!"

Ignoring Monica, who shouted up in the tent, Aria covered her face with both hands.

"... why do you always do that when it matters"

Nowem also nodded at Aria's words.

"By the time I picked him up I was already... I just had to manage to get through this"

Aria moans, Nowem gives up, and Monica starts making small leaps. When Lyell started laughing high, only Elsa could sit in a chair and keep up with the situation -.