Sevens

Two silver swords and a silver sickle collide.

Sparks scattered, and when we faced each other, it was sweaty. From Nowem the spare grin disappeared and the emotions came out on the table.

The tone that gets rough. Normal Nowem, as somewhere clear, wasn't there. Tears are spilling.

"I've always had a lot of memories. I don't have one. I'm replacing someone... and now... how much it hurts me to say that!

Supporting the Nowem sickle with a waxy, slashing it shallow with katana, my silver weapon definitely slashed what I wanted to slash, and didn't scratch a single thing I didn't want to slash.

Nowem is still in beautiful condition, as opposed to me, who is worn out. No clothes, no skin, no dirt at all. A little sweaty, to the point of tears.

Mine is dirty with blood and sweat, and there's sand and dust and it's sticky. But the situation was in my favor.

"If that's what you think, I know you are! Tell me... tell me how you feel! I can't pass it on. I can't hear you! You don't like me? You like it! You like it! Say you like it!

Recessed when they say they don't like it here - No, you can't! Don't be weak. When I feel weak, I collapse all at once.

Nowem gripped the Great Sickle with both hands and was moving more bluntly than before. However, it is generally considered to be very fast. Definitely weaker than earlier. No, the powers of evil gods and goddesses were being shredded and they were coming back to Nowem.

I played Nowem's slaughter with a katana in my right hand. But Nowem pokes me in the belly with the pattern.

My mouth opens to impact.

"Kuhah!"

My breath was forced out and blew out as it was. Rolling over the rubble - it hurts so bad. When I stood up forced, there was a figure of Nowem shaking up the Great Sickle. He has an impatient look.

"If you don't like it... if you don't like it, you're so... you don't exhaust it so much! I loved it. Not the previous Lyell lady. Master Lyell now! I liked you for trying so hard. But there's something I can do... but now I'm going to say it! Before, I didn't even look at you!

Avoiding Nowem's waved blow, a sickle was piercing the ground. Get back on your feet and set up two swords.

"When are we talking about this!

"It was when I was going to the Walt family mansion! You didn't even look at me! But still... because I thought it would help. I thought so! Now!

Was it when Nowem and I decided to get engaged? By then, he was cold treated and betrayed around and hated people. I just still want my parents to turn around.

... Wait a minute.

"You! You'll be responsible for yourself, though! Forget you made a deal with Ceres. You blame me alone! I almost became a human disbeliever because of you! No, it is! Take responsibility!"

"- Huh!"

When Nowem's movements slowed, I laughed. When I laugh niggly, Nowem gives me a hazy look. But it's late.

"That gap - I got it!

He shook the two swords down to cross from the diagonal top, slashing Nowem deep. When Nowem's face twisted with remorse, I was beaten with my left fist by Nowem.

Floating in the universe, I deliberately let go of my two swords. He approached me with Nowem floating, and when he came in front of me, he had a sickle.

"I liked it. So it was hard. Yet you - Master Lyell seems to enjoy it. Tell yourself that one day I'll be gone - that's why I collected so much!

I'm sure you mean Harlem. Keep it to yourself. What do you mean it's hard? I don't think I'm bad. It was Nowem who collected it. It is also true that I spoke aggressively to women along the way.

Shortly before they shook me down, I warped and flew to Katana's position. When I gripped the pattern, I noticed that there was no more noise than earlier. You can use your skills all you want.

"You must have collected it! Don't tell me like I'm the only one at fault!

When Nowem looked back in the air, he threw a big sickle at me. Immediately warp at the warp. Now warp to the position of the waxy in a remote position.

"Then... will you throw everyone out and just look at me? I absolutely don't like having other people. I didn't like it...... I collected it patiently. Someday I'll be gone, so that I don't miss Lord Lyell!

"It's too much, you idiot! And who are you throwing away now? - Everybody, it's my girl! You're giving it to no one!

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!"

Watching Nowem freak out, I created a phantom around me. It is easier to do than earlier. He threw a waxy at Nowem, who attacked the phantom with his bare hands, and stabbed him.

When Nowem raises his right hand, the Great Sickle returns to Nowem's hand. Convenient cane.

I have no excuse.

"If I throw it out now, my humanity will be in doubt! Can you do that?

... I'm telling you myself, isn't it already too late? The question came to mind. No, don't be weak! It's okay. Not yet, because it's okay!

Stick another knife in Nowem as he approaches. He pulled out the waxy that was stabbing Nowem and jumped back to get distance when he kicked the Great Sickle in.

Nowem leaned down with a big sickle down.

"... I'm a really bad woman. I want to monopolize Master Lyell. When I see you kissing other women... the other Nowem in me says, 'This connects possibilities'. But I said," I don't like it anymore "... a lot of Nowem has undone my will, and I'm looking at it nicely. I don't like it. It's hell. So... listen to me honestly. Please kill me. If not... I will kill Lord Lyell... and I will kill other women."

Scared! My back's freaking out! But... killing Nowem is out of the question. I don't want them to kill me, either, and I don't want them to kill any of my other people.

"Say no to it all. I told you... I'm selfish."

Nowem, who heard my answer, slowly raised the Great Sickle. There comes the magic gathering. The intensity of its magic. I can see it's compressed and more powerful.

"Then... together... die!

I didn't think Nowem had a strong appetite for exclusivity so far.

Seeing the magnitude of the magic, the momentum is about to blow around. Thinking about putting up two swords and going into a system of endurance or using warp.

"What a pity"

I heard a woman from behind. Nostalgic voices sound different than before somewhere. I looked at Nowem, not me, and spread my hands.

"Aren't you a typical loser! Before I loved you, I disqualified you as my wife."

There was the figure of my mother - Claire's mother. When he looked at me, he smiled a little sad.

And coughed up and appeared.

"Ugh, um. Well... let's leave the women alone. Lyell, it's been a while."

It was my father. When they got out in front of me, Nowem looked complicated. Nowem speaks out.

"Dear Meisel... Dear Claire"

My mother expanded her shield in front of Nowem when his magic was released. No, the kind of shield that surrounds Nowem is unfolding. The only thing that blew up was around Nowem.

"... I guess you don't deserve to say it anymore. Nowem, you don't deserve to be Lyell's daughter-in-law now. And that's all I'll say. I'm the one who gave birth to Lyell! Even if you were a mother disqualified, that fact wouldn't change! I'm not even willing to give up!

The shield was released and Nowem appeared out of the smoke. Drop the sickle to the ground and sit down on the spot.

He looked a little sad as my father looked at Nowem.

"I'm glad you supported Lyell. So don't say such sad things. I know it's not my brother-in-law I could tell you... but don't make Lyell suffer any more. Please."

Hearing my father's words, Nowem was pouring potatoes and tears over the rubble. The will to fight is greatly shredded. I saw Nowem like that.

"Look, Nowem. I'm..."

Then there was a woman's voice. It was lavish and seemingly street voice everywhere.

"You rattled bastards! What do you guys want to do after all!

Looking back, a little child - a woman holding hands with a Dewey boy I saw in the memory of the second generation - was looking at this one with a sword in her hand. The blade part of the sword seems to be large and thick. Definitely not something to handle with one arm.

Dewey is waving at us. I tried to wave small too. Then, Girl Jie stares at me and turns to the tip of the sword.

"Then you! And you're the Walt family man! Look at Basil! Give me Basil! He's an idiot, so I don't know what's hard!

Behind the female jewel, the first generation seemed unhappy with the bump.

"I'm just a fool for liking the simple way..."

And Jackie Woman tells me.

"Just always grand. And things have been clearing up! The world isn't just beautiful! Be clear! You like the kid there? What's your favorite thing about Sole? If you hold a lot of women, sequence them! We all love each other equally. How dare you..."

Behind the staring female jay, a fifth generation appearance was visible. Lower your voice.

"Harlem, in the first place, seems to have had the condition to love equally or something like that...... well, okay. If you say bad things, you're gonna hurt till I do."

Don't give up. Do something about Girl. Remember when you came out of the treasure ball. Where did those dependable historical principals go? You guys are real!

He was laughing a little as the fourth generation pressed up his glasses.

"Well, you deserve it. I'm glad my wife was alone."

No, the usual fourth generation. Useless except for financial problems. The second generation shook his neck sideways looking at me.

"Give it up. My mother is like this. But you're surprisingly sweet. When I'm scared, I'm scared."

Show me that kindness now! If this lady has kindness, she can only hold hands with her grandson with her left hand.

Girl Jie waves her sword down to the ground. The sixth generation had a blue face surrounded by three women in the back.

"That's right. Sequence is important, isn't it?

"Tell him. I'm the best."

"Look, you just have to be honest with me."

The sixth generation is letting his gaze swim as he dwarfs his large body. Nearby, Mr. Mireia watched his surrounding wives with cold eyes.

"Here, here. Because it's Lyell's problem now."

He talked to me. No, I put it back. After all, the sixth generation is also useless in women's relations. Mr. Mireia is also wearing a cat because the sixth generation is beside him, which is useless.

Soon, even the seventh generation and Lady Xenoa will show up. We were both waving.

"Rejoice, Lyell! You've got a very big dragon! And then, Meisel... come here because I'm gonna hit you once."

"You've grown, Lyell! Grandma, I'm so glad. I picked up a dragon for a souvenir. He's golden and luxurious! And Meisel and Claire... come here and sit down."

... No. We both don't care about that now. I don't care about souvenirs... Wait, Legend Dragon guy, was he treating you like a souvenir?

My parents go to my grandparents in silence. I just have to drop it off. They looked back at me a few times... sorry, I can't help them now.

Because Girl Jay is staring at me!

Then the third generation was looking at me with their heads on. In the vicinity, there is an impressive female figure. She must be the third generation's wife. He looked at me and looked frightened.

The third generation thought a little and opened his mouth.

"Ha, Lyell...... honestly, the battle was hilarious now. I didn't think you'd be so excited about the last one. Not even a Sun that can be regarded, but a true Best Ryer was... Ryer himself!

Third generation thumbs up and smiles at me. When I feel signs of disgust, the fourth generation says at Norinoli.

"After all, is the best ryel I think is' Marvelous'? That's the kind of word that I think describes everything about Lyell now."

The fifth generation argues.

"No, you can't. That's the best ryel in the world. In the middle of the staring women, Lyell naked in her upper body looking up to heaven and expanding her hands... I can't tell you it's just Marvelous. I'll pass it on to everyone without difficulty. I think it's a good idea that the goddess loved me."

You're not seriously arguing. I'm not in the right place. The sixth generation is here, too.

"Then I'll kiss the Sleeping Princess!

The seventh generation punched my father in the face with a clear look.

"'Fantastic' was great too. Lyell, who laughs as he blows the symbol of Baym, looked good. Well, we didn't have enough explosives."

The second generation, looking around.

"I don't know much, so I can't decide."

No, I have trouble being such a shame. As the first generation looked at me, I cared about my own wife, Ginger, with a frightened look on her face.

"You, what the hell are you doing? Just do something about Nowem. You're crying."

I saw Nowem. Around, people are gathering. Aria, Miranda, Shannon, Clara, Monica, Eva, May, Gracia, Eliza, Ludmila - and the Valkyries.

They were all there. Then Girl tells me.

"I'm here, so it's not all of us, so it's amazing. Well, you go for the emperor. You can do it with all this. Well, let's hear the answer."

I'm being watched by everyone. It was in the process of confessing in front of all of them.

Historical wives, in addition to the historical contemporaries who are niggling.... Is that it? Why do I have to confess in a place like this? In a quieter place...

"... hey, hurry up"

Girl stares at me. Boy Dewey, look at me too.

"Good luck, Lyell."

Yes, you supported me. I don't know, I feel wrong confessing in front of such an innocent boy or something. Even though such an innocent boy is my brother, when I was a third generation......

"No, we're all here, so I'm glad they decided to Best Riel. This is what I thought would happen."

This guy!... Ha, let's get ready now.

I let go of my silver weapon. Then, did you finish the role or go back to the treasure ball? The treasure balls down my neck were losing light.

"Nowem. I can't dump everyone. I don't want to throw it away."

Nowem was leaning over. The women around you are listening to me with a serious face. I don't know, I really want to escape. But I can't run away.

"But you're the one who's been beside me ever since they kicked me out of the mansion. I like you. I didn't think it was a bad idea to live quietly with you."

Nowem raised his face slightly.

"I'm a troublesome woman. We've almost lost the power of Nowem in the past."

I'm by Nowem's side.

"I don't care about that. Honestly, I'm more realistic now than the past or the future! Without you, I'd be crushed! You got it! I love you. I'm gonna crush you! It's the limit of what we're all doing now! It's beyond our limits, by the way! Something happened in that past, or the future... because I can't! Because even if you expect so much, there's not so much I can do!

Nowem shook his head sideways.

"I don't like it.... I don't like that! I don't want Master Lyell to crumble."

I got Nowem up.

"We went on a journey together. And here we are."

"... Yes"

Slowly hug. I put my chin on Nowem's shoulder and I hugged Nowem vigorously.

"Live with me now. I want to live with you. I want to be with you. You stay by my side."

".................. Yes"

I tell Nowem to cry.

"You're my best. I'm not an evil god or a goddess. Nor is it the Nowem of history. It's you now. Nowem...... I love you. Stay by my side the whole time!

When I said it, the neighborhood became quiet. I'm afraid of the faces of the women around me and I can't see them. But Nowem turned his hand around my back and grabbed my clothes. Tears, whimpering, crying.

"Yes. I'll be by your side the whole time. Put me beside Lord Lyell… please put me down"

As we hugged each other, a cheer and whistle rang from around us. When I looked around in surprise, my main unit, an ally, was joining the soldiers called by the historical masters.

... I want you to give me a confession or something in front of hundreds of thousands. If I knew, I would have chosen a better dialogue!

- At the end of the battle, in Central, the women of the Historic Contemporary cooked subspecies of Legendary Dragons and Land Dragons.

My first wife was staring at me with my second wife.

"Hey, what's this? I don't taste it, do I?

"It's a delicate taste that people can understand. You don't know because it's a gutter, do you?

The two of them are smiling at each other and making blue muscles on their foreheads and flying cancer. Around, he seemed busy preparing for the banquet, and Nowem and the others were helping.

Miranda drops her clenching fist as Shannon pinches the fried land dragon.

"... it hurts"

Miranda was frightened as teary-eyed Shannon pressed her head with both hands. And look around. Surrounded by historical principals and facades who were lords, Lyell was complaining about something fiercely with some gesture.

My surroundings are laughing when they hear it.

In Miranda like that, Vera comes with her luggage. From the rubble of Central, we seem to have found alcohol and spices.

"Hey, where are you taking this package?

Injured May was on the luggage he was transported to, and Marina was drinking with such May.

"This alcohol is delicious!

"No! But you're a brilliant pile of rubble. I blew it clean."

May was delighted with the liquor and the marina was looking around.

"Just put the spices down, and the liquor will be handed out. I mean, how long will you be here?

It was Claire who responded to Miranda's whining. I have the bottom of my historical wife and she doesn't treat me well. He wrapped a white cloth around his head and looked like an apron. I'm sure it's being used with the implications of reflecting on this series of events.

"Oh? Disgust? Do you dislike it? You really don't like court nobility. Only your mouth turns well."

Miranda was making blue muscles on her pimples and forehead. I've been doing this for a while now. Claire is happy to be reunited with Lyell, but frustrated to know the reality that Lyell has more than one woman.

"Well, it's better than the parents who abandoned their kids,"

To Miranda's words, Claire bit her back teeth. You'll regret it because you can't say it back. Seeing Miranda, who is proud to win, Vera disperses from the sleaze and the spot.

Shannon also eventually quietly escapes to accompany Vera.

As Claire was about to regret it, Xenoa came with taste.

"Oh, you're not ready. Clueless? Hey, are you clueless? This is why the famous Count family is in trouble, isn't it? I can't believe the Walt family helped me halfway through this, and I lost my job."

Claire was staring remorsefully at Xenoa.

"... into a habit with only history. We lost even when we rebelled because our pride was only high."

"Terrible. Wow. I'm hurt. Lyell will comfort you. Oh, more than that, I have to console poor Lyle, who was dumped by her parents."

"I'm sorry!

Miranda sees the exchange between Xenoa and Claire and thinks.

(This is how unpleasant customs are handed down. I need to be careful too)

Then Miranda turned her gaze to Nowem, who was silently preparing herself. I have been working quietly since earlier.

Perfect enough for Claire to complain, enough to look for Nowem.

"Nowem, you're good. Without getting tangled."

Then Nowem turned to Miranda. And say it with a smile.

"That's because Mr. Miranda looks busy. You look cute in front of Master Lyell, and you stand angry. It's frigid."

... Miranda is stunned by Nowem's words like that. And Nowem says to keep going.

"And this is something that's clear, but I'll say it again."

"... what?

Miranda stares at Nowem. Nowem grinned sparingly.

"I am Lord Lyell's best. You're all close, keep the second chair together."

Miranda laughed with Nowem, too.

"Don't think your place will always be cheap. I'll take it from you anytime. Enjoy the best of your position. Because now is the only time."

It was as if women were having a bright conversation with each other - and the two of them were scattering sparks -.