Sevens

Memory room.

This is where historical contemporaries and treasure balls recreate the scenery they record.

Reproducing mansions, gardens, battlefields and all sorts of things has shown me the memories of our historical masters.

The treasure balls also recorded the unexpected beginnings of the Walt family and what the historical contemporaries thought and acted upon. I kept doing it.

In that room of record, I was running around the mansion yard. Skills - Speed Map Search Field Limitburst - Using a variety of skills at the same time, he was fleeing the downpouring magic.

Deciding the lawn in the mansion's garden was the purple rain pouring from the sky.

I have a sculpture of a woman placed in the garden, sitting on that woman's shoulder and looking like a boy - I can't wait, but she was exercising magic while bluffing her legs.

"This, this one!

Roll down the ground, get up and run out. The magic crashed into the ground and when it exploded, it couldn't run properly with impact.

I'm running around because even if I attack, everything will be dealt with.

'Look. We're just getting started. But I've been mortally wounded three more times... and I knew I had to get my body back.'

My face as a niggling child makes me angry even when I see it. He spread his left hand and used magic when flames appeared.

As he waved his arm to throw it from the bottom, he headed toward the flaming bounce.

"Fire Barrett!"

My magic to the point of harassment was that the second generation of skills - select - were fine-tuned to make sure they hit me straight.

All I could tell when I saw it was exhaling, waving the sabel I had in my hand and slashing and ripping the flaming bullet.

'I was honestly aiming too hard at the steeple. If we're gonna do that, we should hit it sooner. Or - Select'

I can see it, but when I whine, purple electricity pours out of the sky towards me. As soon as you see where the magic hits you directly and run the route to avoid it...

"Shit. They ran!

'It's too late to notice. Well, it was lame to endure there. Reality is deadly.'

I could have moved where I ran away, but he stabbed me with a sabel. When I play in Katana, I release the kick as it is.

When I landed on my leg like that, I looked at me and laughed and kicked it up. By the foot of a boy hit by an jaw, my vision looks up into the sky and falls straight into the ground.

"Hey, why are you giving me skills..."

He tries to stand up while I flirt, but his legs trembled and he couldn't stand up. It can be used to fight differently from the historical masters and even to apply all their skills.

'Cause me and you are the same. I'm you, and you're me. Even treasure balls will let you use your skills. I'll tell you what, this still handles skills poorer than historical masters. I just use it well'

He couldn't stand up if he could. He looked at me, and he looked at me and laughed when he gave in front of me.

'You have all these amazing skills, but you haven't used them. Not skill proficiency. Skill proficiency is naturally inferior to the person who expressed it. But if we don't use each one better, we need to use it better.'

When I tried to get up by force, I was rolled over with a foot payment to make it look good.

'That's it for today. Next... go to the fifth generation room.'

I look at the familiar sky in my memory and I regret not being able to beat such a child.

Between round tables.

When I showed my face there, the third generation was looking at Mr. Mireia and nibbling.

'Even your proud eyes see my illusions wrong. Mireia, you're a little bit too.'

Pouxx, etc., and the third generation laughing with their hands on their mouths, watching Mr. Mireia with a grumpy look on his face.

A pistol was held in his hand, faint between the round tables but smelled of gunpowder.

I'm sitting on a round table watching the fifth generation.

"What happened?

The fifth generation seems uninterested, but seems to have been watching closely what's been going on. He explained it to me politely.

"The third generation stirred up Mireia. Suddenly, we've been ordering ourselves, and you're angry with it, or you just wanted to make fun of it... I pointed a gun at the third generation, and it was an illusion that I shot it out brilliantly. '

When I heard that the third generation had stirred up Mr. Mireia, I watched the two of them thinking it was unusual for them to quarrel with each other even if they were similar. I go through the seventh generation, sitting in a chair and feeling sorry for myself.

The third generation laughed with couscous.

"Mireia, Mireia. I was bragging about that demon eye thing, but could it have been on purpose? Did you take it off on purpose? Don't hesitate to say it's your great-grandfather. Look, I'm here. Take a shot. '

In the third generation, where his hands were spread out, Mr. Mireia turned to his left hand, which had nothing. Then, when did you pull it out, your pistol was held and you fired it as it was -.

"Come on!"

- The third generation disappeared from where they were shot with bullets from before us, distorting and creating a grin.

'Ahahahahaha, this way. You don't have to be so angry anymore.'

Banseim the name of the Walt family - and the righteous general who spread it to the surrounding countries, and the hero of Remrant, apparently with Mr. Mileia in his hand.

Mr. Mireia fired one shot after another. And as he threw down one gun after another, a third generation of laughter echoed between the round tables as he ran around between them.

A stray bullet hit the seventh generation.

"Ugh!

The fifth generation looked at Sole and when he sighed, he jumped off the round table and invited me.

"Lyell, come here for a little while because it's May."

I was invited to the fifth generation and headed to the fifth memory room.

Before.

In the fifth generation room, I've seen events with May and problems between families.

The fifth generation, as we have reached, changes the surrounding sight by squealing our fingers when we exhale. The gray view reflected inside the Walt family mansion and gradually began to take on color.

There was a little woman there who looked after the baby.

The fourth generation with the difference in age - Marks - was trying to smile at the sight.

"Sir, it's a boy! Boy! '

Are you still happy to have a boy, the woman was a full laugh. Once, in the memory of the fourth generation, the impression that he was royal and wasting in the fourth appeared only surprising.

"Oh, now the Walts are cheap too."

Looking happy Marks, but the woman - Marks' wife's expression changed.

'What are you talking about? I don't know what's in the world right now. This kid needs a brother or sister, too. Hey, Fredricks! If I can have a brother or sister to support you, I'll take care of it. "

Marks was laughing bitterly.

"Ultimately as I suggested [Fredrix]? Glad to hear it. '

The woman is blushing.

'Well, that's...' cause I'm the next kid to decide my name! Fredricks, what's a good name for a brother or sister?

A woman who is a wife who cheeks on a baby. Marks watched with a smile on his face.

'Right. My father died young, too. I was supposed to have my brother or sister.'

The third generation is the only war victim in the Walt family. Overturned a desperate situation, but it was life that I lost at the price.

while the fifth generation sees the sight.

'I'm not sure what Mireia is telling me to show. There are many things I don't want to show you, but when I say that, I will always be here to sit down. I'm glad to see May grow, but I'll always be like this.'

That said, the fifth generation explained this sight to me. The memory of the fourth generation and the treasure balls keep it, but it was undoubtedly the moment of the fifth generation's birth.

And at this point, I don't think the fifth generation is going to be in the situation of an only child. Anyway, because Marks and his wife were thinking about the next thing.

The couple wondered if it was terrible from the way the fourth generation was scared, but it wasn't.

- When that happens, the cause is the [accident] that the fourth generation said.

The fifth generation says as he looks at the sights of a warm home. Around, she was smiling when she saw a woman whose midwife was happy. Outside the door, the knights were happy to hold their fists.

Seeing such a sight.

"Lyell. How does this sight look to you? Is that an anomaly or is that normal?

I hear that word.

"Um... isn't that normal? I'm happy around, and the fourth generation and his wife seem very happy."

The fifth generation is like a little tired.

'Right. You could just afford to seem that way when you were. I was a baron at the time. I have just become a real nobleman by jolting in a third generation feat. The Walt family was a big, powerful house. I guess that's why. This is a rare sight. "

It was about a creature called nobility that explained it to me.

"You know what? Noble marriages are a connection between houses."

"I know. No, I'm going to know."

Hearing my reply, the fifth generation laughed a little sad.

'Should I think it's good that I don't know, or should I be angry... maybe it's my fault. Fines failed in search of a warm home. Because I pushed family love and aristocratic duty in there. Broad seems to have done well, bringing all the culprits into the Walt family'

The sixth generation proposed to the woman he liked. But at the same time, he seems to have embraced his concubine in an attempt to have more children, like the fifth generation, and pissed off his rightful wife.

The fifth generation taught me the sixth side of the world that I don't know.

'He didn't have to imitate me. Whatever you do, there are pros and cons. You didn't have to worry about me anymore because I've got more family... he's got a concubine for you right after he picks up his real wife. I was so worried. I really cared what he thought of the married man I knew in the pageant, but he took it for granted and he wanted to execute it. "

When I saw the fifth generation holding my head, I thought it must have been tough at the time. In fact, the fifth generation also seems to be dissatisfied with something sixth generation.

If I may say so from you, isn't that the result of what you've seen in the fifth generation? The third generation also said that it resembled something I hated.

The scene changed, and there was a young sixth generation that was horny - the figure of Fines. She is having trouble with a woman like the blonde blue-eyed lady in front of her, and Fredrix, who is old, is holding her head down as well.

The fifth generation saw a woman shaking her hair, throwing allowances or gradually breaking things. This is all I see, women look the worst.

But...

"This child is the daughter of a court aristocrat. He married me to the Walt family, a lord nobleman, because the sixth generation made a fervent confession. So I came to the mansion, and I was trying my best to be this girl. Sometimes I wanted to cry in unfamiliar surroundings, but be patient... and then this guy's grand. '

The surrounding footage moved out. Fines avoids flying pots.

"Meh, what's wrong with my concubine! If it's the size of the Walt family, that's about... '

The woman screamed.

'You said you only loved me! I believed you! Yet...... Yet!

A plate of thrown ornaments hit Fines directly, but he couldn't sympathize.

The fifth generation exhaled.

'... to settle down later, I spoke with my wife. Then he seemed ready from the time he was born in a noble house. Having a child of someone you don't even like... I don't know man, but I think it's hard. But I thought it was like a dream to be confessed and married. Different environments also seemed to try to survive for that confession and the love of Fines. Naturally, there are many abnormalities here in Central. I want you to know that what Fines did to introduce the other women. "

Surprisingly, I was surprised that I was following my son.

And the fifth generation looks at the crying woman with blonde blue eyes and says:

"Lyell. As this child says, aristocratic marriage is a connection between houses. You don't have to love to have kids and inherit the house. That's normal. It's not uncommon for some couples to have mistresses for each other after having children. The Walts made things happen around here, and they didn't know better or worse. Mom... it's true that my mother also had a little bit of a dream. So maybe he had an admiration for a warm family. '

The fifth generation calling my mom and my own mother doesn't call my father, the fourth generation, my dad. I'm sure my mother has forced me to.

"Is the Walt family an anomaly?

When I said that, the fifth generation laughed.

'That's not normal. That's all I can say for sure. Home lessons from the first generation are a joke at a liquor bar, right?

I laughed bitterly too.

"Right."

And the fifth generation laughed sadly.

'... me too. Come on. My daughter-in-law wanted a warm home. Yet Fines threw it away. I only told you to have a concubine when you're not having a child.'

The fifth generation, in fact, seemed to envy the sixth. And as the surrounding view greyed and disappeared, we saw a new view.