Sevens

The third generation disappeared, and there was no more voice from the treasure balls.

Someone's voice is still going to be heard from the treasure balls embedded in the silver neckline that I lowered around my neck. When I was working on boring paperwork, I felt like the fourth generation was going to be wasting their time. I might say that the third generation is boring. What would the first generation look like?

The second generation must be doing plain things. Look at me, maybe watching me like I'm convinced. The fifth generation is silent. The sixth generation is going to say let's go play, and the seventh generation is going to stop it -.

"No, you can't keep concentrating"

He stopped the pen, looked up at the ceiling, and placed his left hand over his face. When I put it to hide my eyes, I think I may still be hiding somewhere and watching.

I skipped consciousness in the treasure ball many times.

But the results are the same. Between the round tables, where no one is, there is only my chair and the door that leads to the memory room. Apart from the seven floating silver weapons, nothing reacts.

Then Valkyrie I was waiting in my room to see how I was and prepare my tea.

Drinking it made it fry better than before.

"Delicious."

Number one looks happy, but the expression doesn't change. Recently, there was another Valkyrie adjustment, with the Valkyries passing to Damian and Grandpa Latata alternately. The first batch hasn't come back, but now I'm just wondering what changes there are.

"That was good. You can always point to that wasted maid."

"... you guys, why are you so unfriendly?

A maid of honor would be Monica. Now I was busy moving around.

He seems to be getting his hands on something other than what you asked him for, and he's getting complaints at Liane's.

Mostly from the craftsmen: "Laughing automatons are coming after us!" and so on, "he said, coming a letter that seemed insane.

"Your husband is one. Then even a maid is enough for one person."

"There's usually more than one, right? There's only one, isn't there a housekeeper?

Was it originally the core of the automaton that hits Monica's sister, or unusually strong around Monica is number one?

Recently, there have also been reports that each of them has developed a personality, but there may also be various automatons.

Of interest at a time like this, I'm sure...

That's all I thought about, and I shook my head to the side.

"Well, let's get the job done. I have plans today."

Number one is looking at me.

"That's a conversation with a female fox. Your husband doesn't have a hobby either."

"You guys have a grudge against Nowem too? Or why are you hostile to all directions?

The same blonde twin tail Monica gave me, and the opposite arm hits me in the back. Monica and Socchi, but only the chest is flat and different there.

"I don't know why, but this is so automatously frustrating. My core is crying out for battle."

"... in an automatous way, what is it? Or don't fight because it's noisy. That's an order."

When it came to the order, number one turned against it. Twin tails move hard as they move.

"Hey, what's up!

Number one slowly wakes up his torso, with his posture corrected.

"I was thrilled with the word order. To put it simply, I was excited. If your expression is on the table, here's the thing... so much so that your face is loose and salivating."

"I'm not responding! Don't even put it in a confusing way! Or do you even salivate!?"

Even though the performance is fine, the character of the automaton is extremely problematic.

- Liane's room.

There was always no Thirty-four there beside him. Valkyrie with Liane has been adjusted at Damien's.

In the meantime, no other Valkyrie will be dispatched. Because I don't have enough hands anywhere. And Liane was convinced by that, too.

From the kingdom of Fambaille there was also talk of sending a Liane maiden. But I don't think Fambaille, my country, will assassinate Liane any more now, but Liane refuses.

Rising from his chair, Liane was preparing her own tea.

I couldn't believe those around me before, and I did all sorts of things on my own. So it's something I'm used to.

"It would be troublesome if you were here, but it would be troublesome if you weren't there."

Saying so and drinking tea while standing, the door to the room opened up in momentum. When Liane saw the intruder who came in without even knocking, she sprayed the tea she was drinking.

"Oh man, gohoo!!"

And what Liane saw, which had fallen apart, was number thirty-four with a smile. The expression was added to Valkyrie, who had never had a face before.

"I heard you, Mr. Liane. You said you showed Dere that you didn't want a maid other than me. Happy to be back in a hurry by myself. Whoa, but don't be complacent. Because my husband is only Lord Lyell. Well, Mr. Liane is second. No, third, considering Master Hyoko?

Leanne, breathing ready, wiped her mouth as she looked at No. 34.

"Ahhh, so dirty"

"Whose fault do you think it is! Or your expression sounds human. Professor Damien, too, stick to what's wasted."

Thirty-four then laughed niggly as he shook his index finger to the side.

"No. With the money we saved every day, we put forward various improvements to implement it."

Liane is surprised.

"Saved? You're not supposed to be paying that much?

Thirty-four, with a dark grin, made a gesture showing the money with his right hand.

"North, South, and the stalls we serve at Rufence - some of them are our own stores. It's very popular, and there's a plan to branch out into a coalition of four countries."

Liane screams.

"What are you doing to yourself! If you can make money, you can help us out more! This is a fire truck!

From Liane, who also keeps the financial aspects, I wanted to know the unexpected talents of the Valkyries sooner.

But number 34 is.

"I refuse because it's an internal job for breaks. If you really want to order me, get your husband's permission. I'd like to help Mr. Liane, but this is all I can't give in. Oh, please ask me to order you."

Liane, with a headache, rubs her eyelids with her fingertips. Then I saw the hair of number 34.

"... you're just long today. I used to tie the tip."

Thirty-four while looking at his own hair.

"I tore it on the move. I bought it for a small dime to give it its uniqueness, but I'm shocked... well, now I have a lot of gold coins"

Illustrated Liane, but untied the hippo that was tying her own hair. A sturdy hippo dyed in pink is what he used to tie his own hair to when he worked.

"It's hard to tell, so use this. It's something we don't have around here. It's durable, so it will last."

Thirty-four said he would receive a hippo.

"... well, you can't even try to fish with that stuff! But I'll get it for you."

All of a sudden he made an adorable voice and Liane leaned her neck when she saw Mozimoji XXXIV.

"... what do you want? No, what are you trying to say?

No. 34 seems boring.

"Eh, if I'm going to say it because of the expression, I can't believe it doesn't make sense at all"

That's what I said, I sat down and I was depressed...

Night.

I was supposed to talk to Nowem on the balcony at Rufens Royal Castle.

When he left, Nowem was here first.

Sometimes it's summer and I feel cool when I go outside. If you look at it, Nowem had ice in several places to cool it down.

I approach Nowem with a voice in my heart that encourages me to be a little nervous.

"You kept me waiting."

Nowem smiled.

"No, it's a little earlier than time."

I watched Nowem and wondered what to cut out. I just thought I should tell you, so I'm not preoccupied.

"Historical lords in the treasure balls, all gone. No, you put your skills in my hands."

Nowem opened his eyes only slightly to my words.

And with an unfortunate look.

"Really? That's a shame. It's good for once, so I wanted to see you."

I was really sorry to hear that. And Nowem feels a little self-derisive.

"Again, history creeps me out, too"

I strongly deny that word. Rather than say encourage Nowem, I wanted to say that the masters of history did not meet with that feeling.

"No! I didn't see you. I shouldn't be seeing anyone... and they're asking for you."

Nowem immediately.

"That's a lie. Since Dear Fredrics, the Foxxx family has served like ministers. Dear Fines, and Master Broad, you should never wonder about that either. I'm the daughter of a jury."

I did think so at first. After the fifth generation, Nowem was seen as the daughter of the Foxz family. However, not from the first to the fourth generation.

"The first generation was in a great hurry when they found out about you. Besides, it looks like everyone sold off their dowry tools for me. Take responsibility."

Nowem laughs a little at her memories in the nostalgic Darion.

"That's what happened. However, if Master Lyell thinks it's a financial burden, stop it. I also get paid quite a bit, and I have enough money to buy back dozens of dowry tools."

That's not what I meant. I tried to say that, but I felt a clear line drawn between me and Nowem.

What Nowem sees is "Lyell" as the Walt family. Not me personally.

"I also have memories of those of my historical contemporaries. They were all wonderful people. I wanted to talk to you once."

They were certainly wonderful people.

"There were a lot of lighters. Besides, I misjudged the time. Ever since I met Ceres, I've weighed myself down because I thought he'd suspect the other way around. It was a failure, you said. Maybe I should have been the first to reveal it. But maybe I didn't want to see you after all."

Mostly, you can now meet because my second level of skill has been expressed. Before that, I might just be taken by paranoia.

Nowem reborn the evil god? If I knew I was taking over my memories, my response had changed.

"Unsurprisingly, there are a lot of things that don't work. You know that, don't you?

Then there was a slight change in Nowem's reaction.

"That's not true. You are all wonderful people. Master Meisel was always very kind and strong."

I felt a little uncomfortable. Nowem's tone is getting stronger.

"Really? The first generation is crude, and the second generation is too serious? Well, is it plain? I feel like I cared about him. The third generation is a black belly."

That's it, Nowem stepped forward and looked up at my face. In those eyes, I can see the colour of anger at least.

"Master Basil is a wonderful man who cut through the dangerous woods and put the surroundings together almost by himself! Master Crassel is a man who has worked hard to endure any hard things. Master Slay is a noble man who threw his life and fought for everyone! Master Lyell, but I can't condone the insult!

I don't know why, Nowem is right. I had myself right, but not convinced.

"No, 'cause counting the fourth generation and the gold coins in the vault is your hobby keeper. I made a mistake in my family and asked the animals to heal me. The sixth generation is a defect that popped out of the house, and the seventh generation - is your grandfather a pervert?

Sure, there are some great things about it, but Nowem hasn't seen any other parts of it. No, maybe those parts weren't shown by our contemporaries in history even as we took over our memories. It's too beautified and unconvincing.

"Please correct me! Master Marks worked really hard to enrich his territory! Dear Fredricks, do your best alone in the surrounding situation. Master Fines did fly out of the house! But you have gained more experience and become a fine winner! To Master Broad, he is a fine man and enough to rely on Bansaim! Correct me! … please."

- Somehow, I see why I'm not convinced. I didn't like what Nowem said when I saw and understood one side only.

That is, because we have not seen the other side of the Historical Lord. Seems like I wouldn't accept the other useless parts, because I didn't like them.

Indeed, the first generation is crude. But he was the first to admit me. A pure man.

The second generation is certainly plain. But really worrying - he's a serious person.

The third generation is belly black. But he was also a decisive and brave man.

The fourth generation is the money-keeper. That's because I struggled and knew there was money in governance.

The fifth generation made mistakes in family relations. But he's the person I was hurting the most. He's sweet.

Sixth generation is bad. But he's a strong man who can act and pull everyone off.

The seventh generation is - perverted. But he's a strong living man in the midst of being crushed by historical achievements.

"Just look outside, you haven't seen what's inside. Can't you do that? Is it unacceptable that there's a useless part? People weren't at Walt's house for perfection!

Nowem grabbed my arms. It grips strongly, and its power is very unlikely to come out of a woman's slender arms.

"What is the no-good part? I admit it! But make such a fool of me - how could you do that!

"Neither good nor bad - I've seen it all. I've been asking. I've been taught. So I respect it, including all of it. The truth is, we didn't all like the fight."

- I want to think so.

"I was kind, and I wanted to do something with it. And yet you're not in that situation around you, so fight - protect me!

Nowem looks at me.

"No one has said that combat fanaticism is a good idea. What I'm trying to say is how wonderful the Walt family is that they don't give up scratching under any circumstances-"

I took Nowem's hand.

"I said I want peace. But I don't know what it's like. But if I said so, you could go for it."

Nowem was surprised to see my face. And it makes me look sad.

He was slowly getting away from me, and wiping his tears.

"... is that right? Still, I am."

I'm with Nowem.

"Hey, how do you feel about yourself? I'm not a goddess or evil god or anything Nowem. Nor is Nowem an earlier generation. Wouldn't your own feelings be clear?

Nowem slowly leaves the balcony.

"Nowem!"

"Today, if you'll excuse me. Because it's early tomorrow."

- Nowem was walking down the hallway at night without a light.

"... I have to protect it. The Walt family is what I asked for... and I need to protect Master Lyell."

When I squealed like that, I had tons of memories so far - no, the record was evoked. Prior Nowem, determined to keep an eye on the Walt family. A separation from the Septems, which inspired them to be called evil gods.

In that, Nowem was remembering the back of one woman.

The woman was wearing white.

Long hair is pink blonde with her hands stuck in her white pocket.

"Nowem, I will not deny you. But the Septems don't deny it either. So don't make a scene. '

Am I pointing a weapon at myself? Nowem can't remember the ambiguous part.

Nowadays the noise intersects and I can't recall perfectly. But the conversation was regenerated and Nowem was remembering Sole.

"Septem, people think they're weak. I'm assuming. But you and Octo think people are too strong. '

"What did I say back then?"

The woman in white, looking at Nowem.

'Hey, it's the goddess. I know what you regret being told. You can't forgive the septem for trying to play it, can you? But come on, we shouldn't keep an eye on people at all times, either. "

To the woman's words, Nowem said.

"Shut up. Shut up!

"I'm a failure without much power. I don't have the power to produce anything like you. In a world like this, I can just live. There will be more rattles in your body than you."

I've given up, but the woman was bright.

"I - I need to see it through to the end. I'm not bad. Septem will betray you."

Women smile.

"I'm going to be your built-up elf. All I could see was that I was going to tell them not to make this mistake again."

Failure. Yes, it failed. Humanity failed.

"So I guess we were born!!"

The screaming Nowem wiggles his sidetail with tears as it is and sits down on the spot.

"Now, there is no individual. I have to watch. We have to keep an eye on him until the end."

And the woman smiled and told Nowem.

"Nowem, I like songs. I like stories. I'm sure I'll be reborn... I'll sing a song '

Then someone rushed over to hear the noise.

"Nowem, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong? Are you crying?

What worried me was Eva. Pink blonde hair with pointed ears that characterize the elves. And there was a shadow of a woman in white.

"... Nihil, why are you here?"

Eva and Nihil overlapped.

Nowem falls in the hallway.

"Hey, Nowem!

Eva kept calling Nowem...