Sevens

"Nowem... I like you! I love you. I told you before, I want you by my side."

How many times would this have been the most determined confession?

It was me who once confessed to Nowem in Darion, but that time he was brilliantly rendered aye. I don't think they hate me, but still, the situation is not what I assumed it would be.

in a room where Nowem is under house arrest.

Nowem was tilting his neck a little.

"What is it, Master Lyell? I will continue to be by my side. And I love you."

In letters, I'm sure my confession has been successful.

But what Nowem says about love...

"Does that mean you love me personally? Eliminate the Walt family and think. No, think about it. It doesn't matter if you're a goddess or an evil god or an earlier generation. Let me hear Nowem's answer."

Nowem looked like she was in trouble for my pleading wish. And leak words that Nowem can even say are genuine.

"From the time I was born, I had many memories. Nowem - and the memory of his predecessors, who took over historical memories and were outstanding among them. I may be another being who has taken over my memory. But now I am myself..."

I mean - Nowem doesn't have himself, and he loves the existence of me because he's the one who took over the memory of Nowem.

Once, the story that I helped Nowem as a child would be true. In fact, I would have helped if that [I can].

It's just that that's trivial for Nowem.

Anyway, Nowem chose me over [I can]. They're taking away memories, craving me for my incapacity for Septem, and trumpeting what I can say if you help me.

"Are you okay with that! I... don't like it."

Leaning down, saying so - Nowem against me.

"... If you are now Lord Lyell, there is no point in sticking to the existence of me. Initially we needed to marry to leave Master Lyell's child behind. But now Lady Lyell is supported by many women. If you don't like the presence of me, you don't have to put it aside."

I'm looking at Nowem.

"That's not what I'm talking about! That's what it is..."

For Nowem, it was unforgivable for me to be gone, the direct family of the Walt family. That would be because of the memory of previous generations Nowem.

I mean, I gave priority to the survival of the Walts over me personally.

"Dear Lyell, I am aware that the existence of me deviates from common sense. So...... no more obsession. Because this is an important time. Let's talk after everything's cleared up."

When Nowem interrupted me, I dropped my shoulder.

South Baym.

In the mansion's own room I had prepared there, I was looking out the window with Bonyari.

From the treasure balls I lowered to my neck, I heard teasing voices.

'I didn't think you'd freak out. I love you, but you have a bigger perspective than an individual. Maybe he was recommending Harlem because he didn't want to mix his own blood.'

I have the utmost resistance against the third generation.

"Well, it doesn't mean I'm still flabbergasted."

'No, you're flabbergasted. Probably, but Nowem's done her part when it's all over, or she's convinced she's leaving under Lyell? That's the atmosphere, and in the future, you're going to think about monitoring Lyell's aspirations for peace.'

I sat on the spot depressed. The third generation is against me like that, laughing.

"Nowem's love, it's about watching, isn't it? I have too many memories, and I'm either individually or obscure myself. I guess I forced Harlem to leave when Lyell was independent, saying I liked Lyell. Yet Lyell decided to fight Ceres, so I guess he decided to keep an eye on it that far. '

The first thing I thought was wrong with Nowem's behavior was treating Aria as my dowry candidate. I also feel like I was cooperating to get Aria's red balls back and proceeding on my own. No, I actually did.

"Do they hate me?

The third generation is the other way around.

'No, I think they love you. It's just that the love was a little different from what the world generally calls love. Well, my mother's love, maybe it's close to him.'

"... what should I have done? I don't care if Nowem dies with another man."

If Nowem were to take over his memories and watch over me and their children - his descendants, he would have his own clan, like Nowem the previous generation. That means marrying another man.

The third generation laughs.

"Lyell, if you tell the other kids, you'll be frightened. By and large, you don't deserve to say that to Lyell who built Harlem."

"I like it, too, and I'm not building a harem or anything. Hey! If this happens now, as always, I can manage with third-generation oddities and belly-blooded ideas -"

- What do you think people are?

When I heard a third generation of screaming voices, I breathed and covered my face with my hands.

"Excuse me, I was confused"

'Well, fine. I just don't think it's possible to manipulate Nowem with my skills. By and large, my skills are severely restricted. Hallucinations won't work.' Cause it's not even such a powerful skill from the beginning. '

Third generation skills are certainly cowardly. interfere with the other person's spirit. Let multiple opponents interfere with each other. At the end of the day, show me your hallucinations...

It's just not hard to shoot them through. If you have a mentally strong person, you can easily shoot them down. If you're not used to handling your skills, you can't manipulate them with your skills.

"... I know it doesn't make sense to manipulate you with your skills and have you around. I just want to know Nowem's personal feelings."

"So when you find out you don't care about Lyell, will Lyell back off?

I almost cried. Then there's the third generation with a frightened voice.

'Lyell, I'm sorry, but this problem should be solved by Lyell himself. I'm sorry, but it's not a question of how I can help.'

What am I supposed to do with the third generation? Finally, the third generation is with Bosoli.

"Well, I don't think you hate me,"

That's what kept me quiet.

- Conferences taking place in South Baim.

There had also been coordination with the various forces, and meetings had taken place over many days.

Situational awareness, as well as confirmation of the operation and coordination of opinions and all sorts of things must be done. It's a world crisis, so shut up and cooperate, then nobody is convinced.

Is that what you think "if you were hitting your hand then" and so on when you were about to perish? Anyway, those days went on.

Days of meeting from morning to evening and regular work awaits from there.

Baldoor, supposedly close to Lyell, was also busy moving with security and other things.

However, it is the knights of the Walt family who approach such a baldoor.

During the break, the knights visited Baldoor's room. Baldoor was also familiar with his face, some of them older than Baldoor.

I was told I needed to talk, and when I put it through the room, Baldoor has made suggestions that would be troublesome too.

"... solidify us around Master Lyell, is it? All I can say is, given the situation on the boulder, it's hard."

It was two knights who came to the room. Both have baldoors and facades, one older and one younger. Seniors and juniors were representing the other knights, visiting under the baldoor.

A senior knight, stretching his spine.

"I know. I'm not saying I forgot what we did. I don't trust anyone when I say they were manipulated, etc. But if Lord Lyell is the rightful heir to the Walt family, he should put us aside."

A knight who will be Baldoor's junior, with a slight forward-looking.

"I know you're not in a strong position to say it. That's why I'm counting on Lord Baldoor. Because it's the closest thing to Lyell's belly."

Arm up, the leaning baldoor considers the opinion of the two.

(Not bad. Lord Lyell's way of fighting is with the Walt family sole. Restructuring around the army of the Walt family stained to the body, Master Lyell will soon gain the elite)

However, from an emotional point of view, it was the opposite.

The soldiers in Bansaim have narrow shoulders. Besides, it was the soldiers of the Union of Four Nations and Baim who had fought Lyell since his early days.

And Baim's soldiers resent Banseim.

The senior knight.

"I'm ready to throw my life out. But if we don't, we can't stop thinking about it. But given the current situation, it's our conclusion that we can't leave it to anyone else."

Junior pilot asks for Baldoor.

"We should place more emphasis on efficiency than on the emotional side. Time is limited. The sooner the harvest is over, the sooner the fall, the sooner we attack Bansheim."

Six to seven months. That's all it took to get the army in order.

It's not like we need to get the numbers right. That's all we have to do before we can command and fight.

And I don't have the experience of moving that size in a four-nation coalition. Baim's soldiers have many weak soldiers where they have worked out. Baldoor was also troubled that the environment was too different in Bansaim and Baim and from consciousness I felt sweet.

"... to Master Lyell, I will make a suggestion from mine. However, there is no guarantee that Ryer will accept the proposal."

The senior knight nods.

"That's fine. I will obey Lord Lyell's judgment."

That's what I said and dropped off the two knights leaving the room, and Baldoor sat in a chair and looked up at the ceiling -.

Night.

As I walked through the mansion to distraction, I heard voices.

In a dark hallway, light was leaking through a slightly open door. The voices you hear from there belong to Clara and Eva. He had some kind of a voice inside, and he was making up his mind.

"Unusual, isn't it?"

Clara and Eva are basically not close. I mean, it's bad or it's a lot of conflict. Other than that, Clara is not close to Mr. Adele either.

From the treasure balls, while the third generation contemplates.

"Clara, you usually quarrel with someone who's quiet but not quite the right horse,"

Clara, who usually thinks about balancing parties and doesn't argue too much about her opinions. However, I often insist on things I like and knowledge relationships.

Peeping through the gap in the door, there was some written paper dancing there.

Clara threw the paper she had at Eva.

"Don't be ridiculous! Write all the bullshit and make that a song or something sucks!

Then, while Eva recovers the paper thrown at her.

"You've just been writing about things that don't matter that way for so long! It's not gonna be fun unless you're reading more! If this is the case, no customers will come!

"I don't care about customers or anything! Do not tarnish your historical value!

Listening to you, it looks like you've shown each other the records you two have compiled so far.

I wish we hadn't shown each other enough to have a fight, but the advice - there was a conflict of opinion and I was rubbing it.

Clara wants historical value.

Eva wants value as a song or story.

In response to Clara, who writes in detail, Eva was deleting wasted parts of the story, and thriving parts of the story.

"Are these guys actually close the other way around?

"I wonder if it's a rivalry. Doesn't it feel more smiling than a training ground?

Then Eva noticed me peeking.

"I've come to a good place. Lyell, you're the judge."

While Clara looked back and corrected the position of the glasses.

"It would be good. Mr. Lyell will judge you. Come on, come into your room. Before we do so… shall we collect the materials?"

Clara and Eva gather materials scattered throughout the room.

When I walked into the room, they read the materials.

"Bullshit! Why are you even writing such details! Besides, I'm sure you've been depressed about Nowem lately!

After reading it, I gave my opinion to Clara. Clara pushed her glasses up with her index finger and let them glow.

"Good luck"

"Good luck in a different place!

Then Eva points to Clara and laughs.

"Look at that. I knew I was right!

"What do you mean, too! Why do you have a hundred of my daughters! Not so much! Or there won't be any more!

Eva turned a blind eye.

"Well, because... it's more surprising when you sing. Fifteen or something subtle."

"Huh? Fifteen?

I'll count with my fingers.

"Nowem, Aria, Miranda, Shannon, Clara, Monica, Eva, May, Gracia, Eliza, Vera, Ludmila, Liane... aren't they thirteen"

As Eva shook her neck to the side.

"There's Mr. Selma and Mr. Aura. Besides, it still gets more anyway. Fifteen or something. Honestly, it's not weird if you're rich or just having a concubine. When you hear a hundred people like this, it feels like a good separation, oh!!"

I screamed from the bottom of my heart, surprised I was in numbers up to those two.

"You've got to be kidding me! I won't admit it! Mostly, what are you going to do with all that excitement!

With the third generation laughing.

'It's normal that this kind of thing is served the other way around. And even Lyle had a lot of stories all over the place. You're giving up.'

I don't... I'll never admit it. I covered my face with both hands.

"Even the Nowem thing is a mess, why next..."

As it were, Clara and Eva were comforted.