Sevens

It was the memory of my grandfather, the seventh generation, and my father, Meisel - the eighth generation.

The eighth generation, the son of Grandma Xenoa, was very good. Broad chose not to choose his father, Halvard, but to pick a gun and fight in his own style. That came from the desire not to be compared to my father, the sixth generation.

In the Walt family mansion closest to my memory, Broad tells Meisel.

'Guns are good, Meisel. Just pull the trigger and you'll be able to target a distant enemy. And unlike bows, these days, power...'

To Broad, who speaks of the charm of guns, it was the young boy, Meisel, who tilted his neck.

'Is it? In addition to the ammunition limit, replenishing ammunition can be very expensive. Plus, it can be easily prevented. Soldier Regardless of the opponent, I don't think a knight is effective against him? Then you should still have the crossbow.'

'... Huh?

I was buying a gun for Meisel, Broad, but I can't seem to give her a gift if she tells me that. He was hiding behind his back and looked in trouble.

Broad laughed with a slightly troubled face, adding a gesture with one hand.

"Oh, yeah? But the design is good now. You have about one... '

Meisel would not be ten years old. About that age, but still solid. I look up to Broad, my father.

'No, that's fine. Because you have chosen a weapon that was already on you. After consulting with my martial arts teacher, I decided to choose a sabel. Because I'm good at magic, and I have all the means to attack ranges.'

I turned my gaze to the seventh generation standing beside me, feeling like I couldn't resist. Broad in memory, too, was dropping his shoulders.

'... well. Then have a good one at the servel. "

'No, we have already requested production. I tend a little bit, but my mother told me that something a little better will last longer.'

I look at the seventh generation. Unlike before, what an elusive gaze.

Then, while the seventh generation hid his face with one hand.

'Ugh, yeah. He was really good. I don't think Myzel is taking me lightly. No, I want to think. In fact, he was polite. But as far as I'm concerned, I want it to be sweeter, even if it's not so good, and so on. "

A distressed childhood to see if I could be worthy of being the dominant. The seventh generation, which was such as not to let his son go through it, was brilliantly empty.

I saw my father as a young man.

"Think about it and you will. Even my father draws Septem's blood."

The seventh generation exhaled. You must think it would be nice to have some more cuteness, etc. Excellence may have increased extra pressure for seven-generation purposes.

"We also know it's a luxury problem. But even if I hadn't taught her many things, Myzel had learned well. My tutor praised me. Well, he didn't take over something called Septem's memory. '

My father was excellent. I meant to understand that, but I couldn't really remember what kind of person I was.

That's how the view around him changed, Broad was sitting in his own bed dropping his shoulders. I have a box with a gun in my hand that I was going to give you.

I was frightened to see such a broad--

"Grandma Xenoa."

- He was the wife of the seventh generation and Grandmother Xenoa, who passed on Septem's blood to the Walt family. He was wearing a red dress and was frightened when he saw Broad.

'What is it, so depressed? I feel sorry for the Walt family owner.'

I said, "Well, I just got back from Central. I left the territory a little too far this time. So, think Meisel made me miss you, too. '

If that's what you think, and you've got a gift for me, it's just a refusal to accept... no, I wasn't going to want it for real. I didn't even seem to be able to give Broad to the boulder.

Says Grandma Xenoa.

'I should have given it to you right away. That way, there won't be anything weird about not being able to give it to you. Besides, it's bad because you're immersed in Central. Even Meisel doesn't hate you. I just have a strong longing. Because I'll be your advisor. "

Your Majesty, the tone of Grandma Xenoa made me feel a little abominable around. Lady Xenoa also had a lot going on with the Bansaim royal family, and there seemed to be a lot to think about.

Broad while dropping his shoulders.

'Right. Will you admire me? Then we have to work harder.'

"You! Come on. Faithful to such a royal family... if the Walts had cooperated with my parents, they would have been in the right place by now '

I looked up at Grandma Xenoa, who said that, Broad says.

'... no, because we didn't meet then, did we? Besides, am I still in my position? Honestly, I wish I could be a marquis or a duke around Meisel's son or grandson.'

Usually, it was a grand broadness outside, but inside it felt like I was tired. Says Grandma Xenoa.

"Have more hegemony! If you're serious, even Bansaim was in the hands of the Walt family by now! That is the reunification of the continent in the generation of Meisel or the Son of Meisel!

Broad was laughing.

"Xenoa, let me be honest... I'm not interested in that! If you're by my side, I'll take care of it."

He smiled so well. She smiled like that and told me she was not interested in reunifying the continent, and Grandma Xenoa started screaming.

"It's my parents' dream! How can that be...... when it comes to the Walt family, isn't Bansaim the strongest! Be more confident! I want to throw that outer bansaim off the throne, but you take on a counselor or something. Ahhhhhhhhh!! '

The seventh generation was watching with his hands on his chin. She has a soft look and looks like she'll miss it when she sees Grandma Xenoa.

And a word.

"Some Zenoah would have been ecstatic to hear that Lyell was aiming to reunite the continent. I mean, you're cute even now. '

The Xenoa lady screaming is the perfect woman for the Walt family homework. She also looks good on the outside and is certainly a beauty. But what about calling a woman who's screaming cute? If my Harlem members scream, I will act only to escape the scene.

All the best. All the best to escape.

Then, the seventh generation of smiles seems a little sad.

'No, if you were there, would you see the sight of Lyell fighting Meisel,? I don't suppose it's a boulder.'

After all, he seems to care about me fighting my father. So I say to the seventh generation.

"Seventh generation. No, Grandpa..."

When I woke up, Porter's carriage was dark.

I feel a little chilly because I woke up before me. I guess it's because Monica's opening Porter's window for ventilation. Suddenly it got cold and I felt cold air touching the outside of the blanket.

I saw Clara wrapped in a blanket and shrunk herself as she woke up cold as she felt like she was being deprived of inner warmth.

I think it's adorable.

"Oh, have you been awake yet? It's unacceptable for you to keep your job of waking up my chicken bastards and look sleepy like that. Come on, lay down for once. I'll go to sleep, and the chicken guy who woke up starts from a surprise!

"What, how to wake that troublesome? It's better if it's normal. Always... apprentice some of Damien's automatons."

Then Monica turned to me and lifted one of the twin tails, putting her hands on her hips and making a pose. I'm angry because I look like I did it.

"You're being deceived. If you think those guys are normal, it's a big mistake. Like all other degraded products, how nasty they are. This Monica is the only one who has ever served a chicken bastard with all his heart."

"Absolutely not."

I wiped it with the back of my left hand because I spilled tears, having an irrelevant conversation with Monica in the morning.

"Is it a tear even though you're not absent?

That's what they asked me, and I snorted.

"That's right.... It's an extension."

- My men came on horseback under Meisel, who is marching.

It's a decree, and I'm guessing there's some important news. When Meisel calls nearby, she hears the report.

"What's up?"

Meisel, who does not break posture on horseback and does not panic, waits for his men to report.

"Ha! A unit that was on reconnaissance has spotted a bandit near the border. That number is 70,000. There are more than this. Already waiting, it's a difficult terrain to get around."

When Meisel heard the report, she nodded.

"Did you strike out, not Cage Castle? Well, it looks like you had enough of a lord's heart in you, too. But challenging us to the field... it was still the right thing to do to kick us out"

Bail was the one riding the horse next to Meisel. He was wearing armor and his helmet was undressed.

"Dear Meisel, are you going to fight from the front like this?

Then, Myzel didn't change her expression.

"If you can't get around, let's say the main unit keeps going. It's easier than being caged."

It's just that the main unit can't get around, and a few other units can get around. Meisel tells the knight, who is a decree.

"Let the guerrilla troops go around. The enemy may also be on guard, but if he is cautious, an ambush will be possible. From the elite of the Walt family..."

"- Dear Meisel, why don't you leave that role to this Gerard"

It was the Baron who interrupted Myzel's words. Bail was showing discomfort and staring at the old man [Gerard Foxz]. The man with long, gray-haired hair and a mustache was the current head of the Foxz family.

Meisel took control by hand of Bail saying something and doing so.

"Isn't that unusual, Lord Gerard? As far as I can remember, I've never been told that before. Something bothering you?

Then, the intolerable Bail pinches his mouth, ignoring Meisel's stop.

"Dear Meisel, his daughter follows Lyell. They may be trying to fool us."

Originally, Bail is a Walt jury. And Gerard is a baron and lord of the position of direct minister of the kingdom of Bansaim. Which stands above you, Gerard. But Gerard doesn't care about that.

This is also why they say the Walt family dog, but Gerard also treated Meisel like a master. It was also inherently quite disrespectful to the Kingdom of Bansaim.

"That's why. Nowem, my daughter, belongs to a family. The magical gift belongs to a gift. I was wondering if it would be okay for the Fox people to hold it down."

Then Meisel turned her face forward for a while and answered.

"... I don't know where Nowem is. Maybe he's on the battlefield. Let's go as soon as we find out."

"Yes."

Bail was dissatisfied when Gerard bowed his head and followed Meisel's instructions. To Bail like that, Meisel makes me laugh a little bit.

"Don't be so angry. It's a magical talent recognized by the Foxz family. Must be a threat. But then you didn't have to be my fiancée. Lord Gerard, if I can catch you alive, I will. You don't have to kill him."

I know you cared about being Meisel, but Gerard said it back to Meisel like that.

"No, I don't need your attention. If you want to fight your daughter Nowem, you can't help her. I suggest you fight with intent to kill him."

The surrounding knights are a little surprised, but Meisel tells Gerard on his behalf.

"Is that it? But such a talented woman followed me a lot. I admitted to being my fiancée. I have responsibilities too. As soon as we discover it, we'll have Lord Gerard report it."

Nowem, who is quite alert from his own father.

And the clashes between the two armies were imminent right there.