Sevens

"I don't care what you think, it would be my job to take care of Hiyoko. Whoa, we need to replace the chicken bastard's bedroom keys before all the idiots get here."

- Night.

Monica, who had taken the tools out of between her skirt and apron in front of Lyell's room, was swiftly exchanging keys as she sang her nose.

I feared that the Valkyries were suddenly thriving on Dear Hiyoko - taking care of Lyell's child, and this is how it was moving.

When you change the keys, open the door and say something.

"We also plant iron plates, so it's not that easy to break through. If you can't do it, the chicken guy jumps up and crawls at night fails...... you idiot, all the cute leopards are mine!

Monica, laughing out, closed the door by checking the lock and the iron plate she was planting inside the door. Make the move to give Lyell the key he replaced...

- It was the Valkyrie IX that stuck against the walls of Rufence Royal Castle.

I watched Monica through the window, reassured that she had replaced the keys. In addition to his black outfit, he is suspicious of his appearance on the wall.

"... sophisticated, you just have to be greedy that way. The performance is definitely up there... but the number doesn't seem to understand that this one is up there. Old great people also say. Fighting is a number."

Nine tries to get into the window to work on Lyell's room keys. But as he opened the window and entered the hallway to land, the other Valkyries, equally dressed in black at the same time, also appeared in front of the door.

One jumps off the ceiling, one emerges from the shadows...

"Ah, you guys!

When No. 9 rose up and moved into a combat posture, he set up the tools that No. 32 had brought up to craft into the key.

"Are you thinking the same thing? But this one's already burned Aria, so we can't leave later."

Fifty-one, with his fists, said he could not retreat in the same way.

"Same as this one. Thirty-four says that you can take care of Hiyoko on a carry-on basis... you can't leave here!

Nine looked at the other two and made a suggestion.

"Wait. Don't you think we can work together? There's no point in fighting here. We work together for each other."

Then three Valkyries in made-up clothes - came running into the spot.

"I won't let you!

"What are you doing in front of your husband's room!

"I'm suspicious. Let's get rid of it. Even if you're sisters, you're someone else at the time of such a weird outfit. Competitors should disappear."

In the words of the third being radical, the three dressed in black enter persuasion.

"Wait. If we work with each other..."

Then, says Valkyries in made-up clothes.

"- Too bad. We're Shannonists. We will be ahead for the time being, even if the others get Lady Hyoko. So... I decided to interrupt!

"Don't miss your chance to get a cute leopard."

"Dear Hiyoko taking over Mr. Shannon's wastefulness... I think it would be great"

"How passive! such as pulling the legs of others...... I regret myself for just a little envy"

The original Automaton maids, who were supposed to be excellent, had a very unfortunate conversation. We set up tools and cleaning tools with each other, and they solidified in front of the door and couldn't move.

It was Lyell who got the job done that I watched in the distance. Seeing how it goes from afar, I head to the office without saying anything.

"Do you want to sleep in your work room today? And there's a blanket."

With that said, the Valkyries faced each other in front of a room where Lyell would not return and maintain that posture until morning -.

The last few days.

I'm not back in my bedroom. Monica was given a new key, and the Valkyries weaponized each other in front of the room? because they were facing each other with

If you ask me, it's odd that my child is making a decision by calling Hiyoko. What? Isn't that like everyone admitting I'm a chicken bastard?

From that day on I slept in the office, or in a different room. At one point, I slept in General Blower's office. After we talked about work, he let me sleep on the couch as it was.

"Why do I have to run around?"

Spilling stupidity, the third generation was laughing.

'You're not cute, Master Hiyoko. But it's certainly a problem that can't even be left alone, right? I just wonder if it's a bad time.'

The Walt family moves out, and the Valkyries make a futile noise that the royal castle is also in a hurry - it is absolutely the core that has some influence on the Valkyries. If you think so, you can't help but feel something like the obsession of the ancients, the producers engraved in the core.

In the courtyard of the royal castle, watching the ready knights and soldiers, I had no idea.

However, the seventh generation seems serious.

'... if I could, I'd have had about one child. The next battle will affect the future. In settling with Bansaim, it can also be called a sanctity'

Make sure the third generation pays attention to me.

"In the fight against Bansaim, right? Ceres is a different matter, Lyell. '

I was embarrassed to be told I was a child, and I couldn't answer all kinds of questions. Then the seventh generation says:

"Lyell, come inside the treasure ball tonight. Let's talk a little bit. You grew up in a variety of special environments. So you don't seem to understand... connecting blood is very important."

I also understood what the seventh generation wanted to say. I grabbed the treasure ball, and when I showed my intention to understand, I looked around.

We're ready to go and we have all the major faces around us. North, and troops from South Baim were also joining us, as were reinforcements from the coalition of four nations.

Carthafus and Jumpea can't participate, but they were still ready.

Wearing blue and white armor, with my helmet in my left hand, I looked up into the sky. White clouds are arranged and flowing sparsely in the blue sky. The morning cold only loosened slightly when the sun came out. The light of day felt warm.

Nowem walks up to me.

"Dear Ryer, we're ready to go. Some troops have already started moving. We need to hurry, too. When you arrive, you'll have a speech."

I answered Nowem with a little confusion about my future plans.

"I gave a speech the day before. Well, that's my job, too.... Nowem, the Foxz family is also moving. You don't have to leave."

That's it, Nowem shook his head sideways.

I tried to get him to back off a few times, but he doesn't seem to intend to retreat, even if he's mean.

"Since I left Vice territory with Master Lyell, I have been cut off from my parents' home. My father or brother wouldn't hesitate (Tamera) even if I were there. Of course, I don't hesitate either."

Nowem looks at me with eyes that don't make me feel like I'm swaying. "Well," he said, and I walked out. Face, who was the Lord of my surroundings, follows me.

"... it's hard to fight a family"

I meant to whine in a voice no one could hear, but it seemed Nowem could hear me. And the words Nowem said like that...

"Master Lyell will surely get over it. Be more confident"

Should I also say it sounds like Nowem, or was that the word?

The Foxxx family, who have taken over their memories and served the Walt family. A clan that takes over the power of Nowem, said to be an evil god.

There are some things I think about, but now I wanted to focus on - my father, Meisel Walt.

Night.

I lay down in Porter's carriage, and I was overwhelmed with consciousness.

Some were summoned in the seventh generation, but I somehow understood why they were summoned in the seventh generation. If you just want to talk, you can find a place to be alone.

If not, then it's time for the seventh generation to show me their memories.

This is the seventh generation I've been waiting for among the round tables, but there was no third generation when I looked around.

"What happened to the third generation?

"I had my seat removed. No, I guess you didn't think you needed to watch. Whatever, the memory I'll show you... it's quicker to see it '

So I walked out to my memory room. I followed the seventh generation, and I walked into the memory room of the seventh generation.

Then, the sight I saw was what it looked like at an early age in the seventh generation.

The young seventh generation - Broad Walt - was crying.

"... Auntie"

That's the front door to the Walt family mansion. Stopped in front of the front door was a luxurious carriage and a luggage carriage. The carriage also has a roof with a tent. Moreover, there were also knights around who could follow horses.

The wagon appeared to have some important luggage on it, and the sixth generation Fines and Fredricks, the fifth generation, also had their faces on it.

While Fines stroked Broad's head.

'Don't be so sad. If you take it to Mireia, this is your last chance. Mireia would be pathetic if she was single forever.'

I stand next to him, looking at the seventh generation.

"Something about the sixth generation is rude, isn't it?

The seventh generation also nodded.

'That's right. Well, I was allowed to say this.'

Mr. Mireia was laughing. Fredricks, the fifth generation, has taken some distance and is not trying to join the story.

'Brother, then it sounds like I'm getting old late for marriage. Well, it's a fact. However, I understand that this is your last chance. Well, Mr. Broad.'

Mr. Mireia bent down to fit Broad's gaze, staring at Broad with golden eyes.

'Find someone better. Someone better than me.... and beware of twisters like me. Mr. Broad, I'm serious. "

When I laugh Couscous, Fines comes from the side.

"What's up? What are you two talking about?

To Fines, who is turning a smile, Mireia said, "It's nothing" if she smiles, etc. Looks like Mr. Mireia, I also thought.

And I don't have to look at the seventh generation's face.

"... Could it be that the first love of the seventh generation"

'Probably on my aunt. I didn't understand at this age. When I was in the mansion, I was talking to him. My father was busy, but my aunt was the only one who understood my problems more than that. "

The surrounding sights stained grey and moved to a different scene when they collapsed away. There, Mr. Mireia and Broad were doing something in the garden.

We had something like a target, and Mireia had a gun that could only be loaded with one bullet.

The scene where the colour was restored began to move slowly.

"It's hard compared to my brother, isn't it? You're in trouble. My brother would recommend Halvard to you, too, Broad, because he wants to teach you. I want you to go beyond yourself, and those emotions will be thin. '

The overturned broads looked at Mr. Mireia's gun with just a little face up.

'... Father does. But I don't think so around. Um, can you tell me how to handle a gun?'

Mr. Mireia was a little surprised, and trying to say something. But when I stopped, I shook my head to the side and then smiled at Broad.

'Well, I'll tell you because it won't hurt to remember. When you're about me, you can do this. "

Don't look at the target like that, put up the gun, and when I fired, the bullet shot through the middle of the target. There's a bullet in the wall behind it.

'Here it is. I can work like my father!

Mr. Mireia was smiling a little troubled against the delightful Broad.

'I don't think you need to worry about that much. Even my brother is not the perfect owner. Looks like you, Broad, but I think I'd rather go for the head of the Walt family?

However, Broad leans over even when he hears Mr. Mireia's words.

'... I'm also studying a cup. I also loaded a cup of workout. Still, I'm just saying how awesome your father was around. I know it's amazing. I'm proud of you, too. But I'm not as strong as my father. "

Mr. Mireia comforted Broad.

"My predecessor, Grandpa Fredrix, is small, but still in his own way -"

'But you were strong! Everyone said my father and grandfather were amazing! The Walt family has been a strong family for generations. I... I...'

I saw the seventh generation. Then, the seventh generation seemed to lighten up a little.

"By this time, whatever I did, I could only see my father and grandfather - the sixth and fifth generations' backs. It seemed like a big wall you couldn't outrun. Anyway, there are praises around. And. The Walt family has continued to grow. It felt heavy on me."

I felt like I could tell just a little. So did my father, Meisel Walt. Seeking to be aristocratic.

If I thought about it now, I was pursuing it too far. Unlike me who came into contact with memories from the first to the seventh generation and drew conclusions from them.

The seventh generation, who grew up hearing about the historical lords who had been beautified by the tradition, was under great pressure.

"It gets heavy enough to spend more money. We have to connect next. How am I to be told? The duties and responsibilities felt so heavy that the house grew larger. The more Father wins, the more prestige the Walt family will rise. But what about yourself? I often thought so. '

When I listen seriously, the seventh generation is having a deliberate cough.

'Well, that's it. What do you want to say... I want to see my grandson's face'

After I open my mouth and poke.

"Oh, that? What does that have to do with anything? Or what are you saying?

When I look at the seventh generation with my jito eyes, the seventh generation has been excusing me. While adding gestures.

'No, so, look! There's a lot going on if the money goes on, but it's not all bad. And. Without the child, the house will perish.'

I did think that. But suddenly it seemed like a serious story, but who would think they'd say something like this?

Then, the seventh generation squeaks.

'... Lyell, if you fight, either Meisel or you could die. No, one of them will die. Besides, Meisel is the son of Xenoa. As good as you are, so is Meisel. It would have been better if we had left our children before we fought.'

I'm in the seventh generation.

"If you lose, you lose everything there"

'Still, so. There are many problems. But there is no one to succeed me without my child. No matter how much you build a feat, it will only be engraved in history without a successor. Let's be clear. It's better than not having kids. "

Seventh generation says I can't answer.

'... I don't want to see honesty, where you and Meisel fight, etc. But I can't go back. "

My father and I were fighting, and the seventh generation was making me feel like I was in danger. From the way it looked, I could have expected my father to be strong. The seventh generation is enough to jeopardize my victory...