Sevens

When I woke up in the Walt family mansion, I looked over into my room.

A large number of books were placed in the private room where house arrest life continued. Yes, it's true they put it down, but now there's nothing.

When I was kicked out of the mansion, it looked like all my stuff was disposed of. There is a bed and the bookshelf on one side of the wall is empty.

Reach for and grip the treasure ball lowered around your neck.

Baldoor says the Walt family still has reserves. I asked you to turn to me to prevent it from being taken in by Ceres or attacked from behind.

In all seriousness, you wanted me to take you home. I traveled in a porter to the surrounding territory and to the territory of the foster child to unravel the charm of Ceres with a new ability of treasure balls - something similar to my father's skills.

It just doesn't make everyone happy to be liberated.

I feel subtle, too.

With that in mind, the door to the room was knocked.

"Chicken bastards, people are gathering continuously from the surrounding territory"

Get out of bed and tell Monica, who calls me a chicken bastard, to report the situation.

"From around the territory, yeah. How's the mansion?"

Monica shrugged her shoulders.

"A lot of people try to harm themselves. Plus, we've also received reports of self-harm by family members outside the mansion. There's a suicide note out there about making amends for our sons and daughters."

Monica will report anything you don't hide from me. But that's good.

"Again, tell him I won't allow self-harm. I don't even consider punishment in particular. It was just manipulated by Ceres' abilities."

The way I've been doing it - some people thought it would hurt themselves. That was surprising.

What a dislike to be liberated and be safe and not.

Monica looks at me.

"I also talked to Mr. Miranda, shouldn't we prepare punishment? Driven by self-blame, you can prevent yourself from dying."

I'm asking for Monica's opinion.

"... that's a real hassle"

I came back, but I didn't feel like I was resting. Once upon a time, the mansion that welcomed me warmly did not return when I was freed from Ceres.

When I looked at reality this way, I found out that a lot of people felt sorry for me. I'm just not happy right now.

"I might not have come back here."

Then Monica slapped her hand twice as she looked at me.

"So what do we do with the people who put their faces on this one?

I'm hiding my face with my right hand.

"You can't go without seeing him. I'd like to stay at Baldoor's parents' house."

I thought I was busy coming back, but when I took my jacket, I wove my feathers and left the room.

- Shannon was taking a walk in the Walt family mansion.

It's a big mansion. In addition, during the fifth generation, there were many children, and a mansion for children's rooms was provided in the annex, which was then used to invite guests.

Shannon walking in the annex heard Eliza walking behind him.

"... something more luxurious than our castle"

Shannon, remembering what he was asking Miranda.

"The Walt family has the best territory in Bansaim, and it's bigger than a bad country, so you can't help it, can you? Oh, there it is."

Shannon arrived in the room, which is the destination for the walk.

It seems that this is a room that is not used as a room among the annexes, and that was left behind by the seventh generation, the previous generation.

Shannon, who had the key, had a gun inside when he opened the door.

That's what Mireia was using.

One-shot type, loaded with bullets and released. Besides, the barrel has a knife. A number of them were available, but none of them were rusty to see if they had been taken care of.

Eliza looks at Sole.

"So many of the same guns. But I don't think I can use any of them."

In it, Shannon was looking for something in good condition. Look for it, and take it.

"Uh-huh, why don't we take this guy home? It belongs to your great-grandmother."

Eliza looks at Shannon.

"What, were you related?

Shannon is holding a heavy gun.

"Grandma Zeng is from the Walt family. The Circleys have known each other for about a few generations."

Eliza was convinced or snorted.

"I'll take it home and get it fixed. I think you can have one."

Shannon said so and looked around the room with Eliza. It was dusty and looked like I hadn't cleaned it many times a year.

I asked the man at the mansion, but apparently he was thinking of making the room a room without saving it for Meisel. But with all the rooms, there was no need to hurry, and at some point it seemed like a room for no one to enter.

Shannon looks at a room like that.

"Something seems forgotten. A lonely room."

That's what I said...

Porter's carrier.

So I was sitting in the bench, and I was talking to Miranda sitting next to me. Nowem sits in the furthest distance and is not at a distance where he can talk.

It was obvious from anyone's eyes that you were avoiding me. It just doesn't mean you don't listen to me.

The word "subtlety" was not enough, so I felt a sense of distance.

"Lyell, are you listening?

"Huh?... I hadn't heard"

Honestly apologizing, Miranda sighed. He sits in a bench and reassembles his legs and joins hands on his knees.

"I've been asked a lot over there, and I'm talking about whether my real wife is determined in Lyell. Plus, they said something about home training at the Walt family mansion. I was asking, have you really been following that family lesson?

A Walt family home lesson is a lie the first generation said in a booze seat. It took over from generation to generation, and it stayed as home training.

"... I was a kid when I heard it too, so I don't know how serious you are. Well, let's make a good man my wife, right? Or maybe you don't need that homework anymore... Ugh!

Talking like that, Nowem's gaze pierces me. He seemed very sad to hear that the first generation would throw away the homework he had left behind.

Miranda seemed to notice, but she dared to pretend not to notice.

"You can leave nothing behind. I'm clear, am I not?

Miranda looked up at me like she was peeking in from the bottom.

"Ugh, yeah. I guess."

Then Aria, who was sitting in front, looked at Miranda.

"Nowem said it would be safe if he gave me permission. Then aren't there fewer guys who haven't cleared it?

Indeed, most of the faces here are members who Nowem has passed. It would be Her Royal Highness the Princess of Rolphis that Nowem strongly refused.

Shannon was having an affair with Eliza. That's what Gracia is looking at bonkers.

Shannon beat Eliza and turned to me as she posed as a gut.

"With that said, I'm curious."

"What?

"What are the Walt family wives like? Look, I can ask you as much as you want because Lyell teaches Eva about the Lord, but I have no idea what a Walt woman is like?

When asked again, there are certainly many parts unknown. I could see him tough at times and gentle at times in the treasure.

But I don't know the women of the Walt family.

Has Eva come into interest, too, with a glance?

"That's what I want to hear, too. We're all good at welcoming good women, aren't we?

I think with my arms around me.

"Probably, I guess"

Shannon was looking over Porter's carriage. May on the ceiling. Clara, who operates the porter, is not here. Monica is knitting.

"Whoever it is, if it gives birth to Hiyoko, it's nothing more or less for us."

- As usual. Shannon looks at the face on Porter's carrier.

"But there's nothing thicker than this face on a boulder."

Then Miranda looks around too.

"Right. Not since the Walt family started?

That's what I said and I was laughing. Everyone laughs when they say, "Sure," etc. I just thought I was in this space.

- All of them, they don't think of themselves as thick. You think you're different.

and.

It's just that when I looked at Nowem, Nowem slipped away from me. No, it's more like you don't want to answer something than it is from me.

"Nowem, don't you know a little bit about it?... Look, there's gonna be some telling in the Fox family too"

Speaking out in a mean way, Nowem panics. I'm taking over my memories with the power of evil gods, etc., I can't say around. But if you ask like this, you won't be suspicious.

Nowem's gaze was swimming more than usual for some reason.

Seeing how it went, I guess I thought Eva had something.

"Is there something interesting going on? There are so many Walt principals, I'm sure their wives have so many? Or was it hard for my husband to swing at me?

The gaze around me was full of expectations if I wanted to hear it. Nowem, too, tries to make fun of it, but it doesn't seem like it.

"Wow, I'm not that familiar with that. Besides, I hear your wives were all the people who deserved the Walt family's homework of welcoming the best. So don't let that flow end in Lord Lyell's behalf -"

While Shannon niggered.

"Nowem's upset. I'm sure you know something."

Shannon, where there's a lot of trouble, but this is how I can read people's emotions. Listen to that, Miranda looks interesting.

"It's cunning that you only know one person. Tell me."

Only Monica seemed uninterested in knitting.

"Huh, now you don't have trouble with clothing if Hiyoko was born in dozens. Besides, dozens to dozens arise, as they do every year, no matter what you think. Aren't you going to take care of me now?"

Monica, one after another preparing clothes for the baby, was drooling.

I don't think this guy is the only one who braces no matter what.

Then the porter suddenly stopped.

When everyone falls ill, Nowem speaks first.

"What happened, Mr. Clara!

Nowem calls Clara, ignoring her gaze that this guy has escaped. Then Clara came out of the driver's seat.

"No, there was someone in pain. I was there."

I really don't get the guidelines.

The door of the carrier was opened, and when I went outside, I stood in front of someone May was suffering. Those who rolled to the ground and were suffering - half their faces were swollen up and their right hands were unusually swollen up.

It was painful, but creepy.

"Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhh!! La, Lyellhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

It's like the sound of a beast.

Pulling out the hips katana, a fellow who came down was holding a weapon in his hand. Probably because the other person is clearly not feeling right.

And Shannon, with his face out the door, screamed.

"Oh, what the... he's not alive. On top of that, the demon sticks... come out of there"

What I remembered was the sight of Bred when he used his meds to be like a demon.

The shape of man was such that the flesh swelled up and the hair grew there that he could no longer be called a man.

From the nearby woods, I heard an equally creepy groan.

I use my skills while looking around.

There are a number of clear hostile reactions here. But not until earlier. It suddenly appeared.

"... that said, there was no reaction in the direction of progress."

Where did the falling humans come from? There are people who cannot be captured by their skills, but most of the time they are hidden by their skills.

I don't think such a person would be enough to surround us.

The knights were surrounding a man turned into a demon.

"Stand back, Master Lyell!

A man who suddenly popped up at us and fell in, when he turned into a demon, it was like a beast had become a person.

Monica looks at her enemies and squeals.

"You're more like a Phantom than a demon. But if you're the enemy of a chicken bastard, get rid of it."

As the surrounding knights tried to pierce the weapon into the demon, the demon jumped up. Lightly, jumping up a few dozen meters, the demons who jumped out of the woods in the same way come down at me.

I re-gripped the pattern and one woman rose up in the sky trying to intercept me.

"Nowem"

When I wave the wand of a family heirloom I usually have, I become a giant sickle and slash and tear apart all the demons. That's how I landed on the ground, and the rain of blood poured on Nowem and us who stepped down in front of me.

"Nowem, you..."

Reaching out, but I stopped. Because Nowem's eyes, which raised his face, were so full that he had never seen them before.

And Nowem squeaks. Look at my hand that stopped.

"... please don't push me, Master Lyell. Even myself, because I understand that it's creepy. I just couldn't forgive things like this one. We'll weigh ourselves in from now on."

Nowem, who said so, was laughing but very scared. Eyes staring, and Nowem stained bright red with an unstoppable grin and blood.

I couldn't speak up.