Sevens

- Bansaim Kingdom Central.

One room in the royal palace - in a large room, Ceres had chosen the costume. I was getting my favorite dress in both hands and getting ready to welcome my father, Meisel, who was coming to Central.

But Ceres was hardened by the words of the woman who came into the room. Claire, my mother, who had chosen the dress with Ceres, was also surprised with her hands on her mouth.

Ceres, keep the dress in both hands.

"... what did you say? What did you just say!

I tore through the clothes that were my favorite and took my own cane of rape pier from Burt the Automaton, who stood nearby. The yellow jewels embedded in the pattern glowed pale.

Says the woman inside.

"Ho, reports say the Walt family's army invaded Baym. But... Count Meisel, the head of the Walt family, is going to die. The army has also surrendered, and is... defeated!

Seeing the woman on her knees, Ceres was trembling with a wannabe.

(No way... why... because your father is strong. There's no way you can beat that guy like you squeeze him. I can't lose to such a mutton fish...... Nowem. Well, Nowem did. That fucking bitch!

He bit his back teeth off and became more powerful in gripping the wand. Then I heard Agrissa.

'... poor Ceres. Have you lost your favorite father? But you can't just be angry. You want me to guess what you're thinking? Right... Nowem did it, but you think'

Ceres punched a woman in the middle of making a bad report for herself with a cane. Involving a costume placed in the room, the lady blows up to the wall.

I barely lived, but it was a bug breath. Ceres was disturbed in his breathing and his eyes were open.

"Oh no... Meisel... I can't believe that guy's dying"

Ceres hugged her mother when she saw her mother fall from her knees, her face hidden with both hands and crying out.

"Mother. Me...... me"

"Ceres!"

Claire, my mother, hugged Ceres. And we both weep. Watching as he did that, Burt was giving instructions to his surroundings.

"Carry the injured and treat them. And pay for it."

The women moved as they were told, and in the room Lumel of Kirin looked up at the ceiling and sat on the floor.

Agrissa tells Ceres.

'Unfortunately, Nowem won't be getting his hands on Meisel. I may have been indirectly involved, but that one doesn't get my hands on. When that happens, you defeated Meisel because...'

Ceres' blue eyes lost light, and a wrinkle leaned between his brows.

"That shithead. Nowem told me to let him live, so I did. He killed your father... and squeezed him... just raw garbage."

Agrissa talks to Ceres, putting up with what she wants to laugh at.

"Do you regret it, Ceres? Then I'll give them all the pain in the world. But before we do... we have to do your dear father's funeral. Prepare a fine grave for your favorite father. Right...... let's bury a lot so your father doesn't miss you. Let's bury 10,000 humans together. Then I won't miss your father."

Ceres noticed a remark that seemed insane.

"Oh, yeah. I have to mourn your father. If I don't hold on... Mother?

"Wait a minute, Ceres. Just a little. Just make me cry now."

Having seen such a mother, Ceres acts surprised if others see her.

"Wow, I get it. I'll wait. Ceres will wait."

If you wait for Ceres outside of your parents, it will be a big deal. And Ceres wasn't offended when her mother told her to wait.

- Why?

Easy, because the presence of Septem tends to stick to something called parents. That was the same for Agrissa. It's just Agrissa and Ceres like crazy. The idea of a regular person does not extend.

"... Ceres, are you with my mother all the time?

"It's not natural. I need both of you to be by my side the whole time... me, me..."

Agrissa laughed inside the treasure ball. You distort your mouth and you tell Ceres.

'Then you can stay by my side the whole time. Meisel didn't make it, but if we retrieve the body, we'll have no problem. Come on, you already have complete control of "that skill”. That way, I'll be with my mother the whole time. I envy you, Ceres.'

Agrissa, who I really envy, was also obsessed with something called her parents. Septem is the only one who is unusually obsessed, not translated.

Ceres saw her mother embracing herself.

"... well. Yes! Mother, now we're together forever! Because your father will be back soon!

"Ceres, what the hell are you..."

Ceres snapped her mother's neck by pulling out Rapier so that her mother would not suffer. He embraced my mother's neck and seemed happy when she bathed her whole body of blood erupting from her mother's body.

"I'm with you all the time. All the time...... oh well. We also need to retrieve your father's body."

"And then the funeral is canceled? No, I'd like to see it for a long time. Ceres, it's important to retrieve Meisel's body, but will you be ready for the funeral, too? I want to see more than 10,000 people suffer. '

Ceres pointed her mouth as she bathed her mother's blood all over her body. I wanted to complain to Agrissa, but she's the one who Ceres can't get out strong.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I'll let you do it. Well, it's first to recover some of your father's body. Come on, I want all three of you to have a party."

"A party? You never get tired of it."

Ceres hugged her mother's head looking important and activated her skills.

"Mother... Come on, wake up"

My mother's head floats in the universe and recycles her own flesh and blood that was nearby. No, it's not playback. Because he's not alive anymore.

However, when Claire regains her original appearance.

"Ceres, what's wrong with being so dirty? You have no choice anymore, do you? Let's go take a bath together and clean it up."

My mother, who looked the same as I did in my life, was there. Ceres smiled.

"I'm sorry, mother. But now your father will see you soon, so don't worry."

Claire smiled too.

"Right. Don't worry, Ceres."

From the treasure balls was Agrissa's voice.

'It feels good after what you've done. But I miss the cries of the mortal mutineers soon, Ceres. And... Lyell. Crawling up from there is still a sight to see'

Such an Agrissa voice was not audible to Ceres -.

"Don't you change your mind?

In the dungeon of Rufens Royal Castle, I was facing Bail. The man I admired as a knight, but now he was a bit obnoxious.

He was just kneeling at me in the barn with his posture right.

"... I couldn't even serve you at the earliest. I can't forget everything and serve Lord Lyell with a face I don't know. However, the Landberg family will devote their entire lives, loyalty. Baldoor will surely support Master Lyell."

The determination seemed unchanged.

Bail told me all about Bansaim's feelings and left me a lot of information. But he also suggested changing his name to serve, but he refused.

"Baldoor has served me well. Thanks to the Landbergs."

"Not required! Besides, if we do not bring those responsible to justice in the current position of Lord Lyell, we will be a source of discord. I can't bother Master Lyell any more. Whatever!"

Why rush to death?

Can't you live easier?

A third generation has spoken out from within the treasure ball.

'... Damn, the Landbergs are too serious. I wish I lived a little easier'

He sounded sadder than usual.

"... I have no personal grudges. That's all Ceres was a threat. That's my sister, too. You're a Walt. I think I've caused you trouble."

Bail tells me.

"Words without body. I'm ready. Whether it's torture or a ruthless execution..."

"I hate torture. I'm not like Ceres... not"

I'd like to think not, but wouldn't it end up the same? I always have those questions. I have one, but I still think I'll try Ceres.

"... I'm sorry I couldn't help you. It's on me."

I'm not the only one who's driven my life crazy by Ceres. Because many people went crazy, starting with the bail in front of them.

"I'm so, so sorry, Master Lyell!

Bail was weeping and leaking a whimper.

I was out on my own terrace, looking up at the sky.

It's still cold in the morning and evening, but I wanted the pain to sting my skin now. I usually feel like I'm going to shake, but I don't feel anything right now.

Then I felt the warmth on my back. They hung their jackets.

"What is it, Monica?"

When you say that without looking back, Monica looks great.

"It doesn't suit a chicken guy to be soaked in sentiment with a fit. You can say more loving words to Monica, who has caught a cold and prevented her from exposing herself to the trouble again. I love you, you can say that. I'll do everything I can! Because this Monica will do everything in her power to respond to the love of the chicken bastard!

"... May. I guess I can't tell you because I want you to tell me that I love you. Learn more about the neighborhood."

Then Monica was looking at me with a twin tail shaking in the wind and a straight face.

"Derek. Finally, the chicken bastard delved into this monica! I won! This Monica is still the final winner!

Hands up, Monica running around the terrace seemed happy. But I leaned my neck.

"The victor? What are you talking about?"

Then Monica lit up.

"I don't like it. I'm talking about Master Hiyoko. Who is most loved and who is the first to give Hiyoko? There was factional strife in the Valkyries, and there was intense strife to take care of Hiyoko."

The third generation in the treasure ball was also surprised, and I covered my face with my left hand, too.

"Eh, does Automaton have factional feuds, too? It's a hassle. '

"... you guys, stop calling my kids hyoko-sama. I mean, why are we talking about that? It's the worst thing you can do when you touch it poorly."

Monica tells me in a small leap.

"Unfortunately, it's an inevitable path. Well, I'm the best of the chicken guys, so I'm still the natural one here to take care of the first night's opponents and leopards -"

Monica told me and I was happy, but it was certainly an inevitable path. But I want to avoid the training grounds. I grip the treasure ball.

The third generation seems to have guessed how I feel, but I say it with laughter.

'Sorry, but I don't have any advice. I noticed that too, didn't I?... Lyle's Harlem is beyond Lyle's tolerance.'

... Isn't it pretty bad that you realized that now? I don't feel half as good right now when I say I feel the limits.

The third generation says as it has been enlightened.

"I woke up. After all, I want to love one woman more than Harlem. I think it's out of the way to reach multiple women at the same time. '

I bet you guys pushed Harlem! Bear with me for wanting to scream like that, and I'll calm down.

Relax, we can't turn back now. I can't change this flow anymore. Mr. Innis also said. He said it was impossible to evade the training grounds. He said it's important how small it is to put it together.

... Damn! Either way, what a life we're only waiting for the training ground!

That's when.

I felt worse. Something like this loss I also felt when I was a father...

"What?

I don't feel anything when I look around. I'm unresponsive even if I look it up with my skills. Monica looks at me.

"What's wrong? Ah! Don't worry if you're anxious in the first night. This Monica has done a lot of hands-on work."

"Don't joke. No, it's kind of disorienting, you know. Kill your father, maybe he's a little distracted. Let's get some rest."

That's what I said. Trying to get back to my room, with Monica hanging out.

"... treating me like a joke or something. Attitude to sleeve without lust for this monica. It's already great."

I looked out on the terrace while still admiring Monica, who couldn't snap. What the hell did you feel?