The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

Rear saw the photo when Rose was three years old,

"Wow, it's cute ...! It's like a doll!"

The eyes glowed brilliantly and turned into the front.

"Hey, you've been wearing a dignified atmosphere since this time."

"It's cute and cool!"

"I'm a beautiful woman ...!"

The chairmen also say so and give their frank opinions.

(Sure looks cute ...)

Birthday cake with three candles.

Smileing in front of her, she was as lovable as jumping out of a picture book.

"Sorry! Yes, it is! Yes, Rose has been a really cute child since I was a little girl. It's just" It doesn't hurt to put it in my eyes! "

Mr. Bacchus, who was praised for his proud grandson, was more than happy.

Apparently he, like His Majesty Griss and Roddy, has severe child anxiety. No, it's like a grandmother.

"--By the way, Bacchus, are there any other photos?"

Peria said, she turned her eyes to expectations.

"Oh, yeah! Would you like to see it! If you're so nervous to your guests, there's no way you can do it ... let's make it a special public only today!"

He is in a good mood, and slowly turns the next page so as not to be broken.

Then-there was a picture of Rose, dressed in a beautiful kimono of cherry blossoms and appetizing the apple candy.

Is it about eight years old?

She in the picture was much more mature than before.

"This was a few years ago when I went to the Leangard Empire. Sure ... did you say" Dermatia, a city of merchants? " It was so crowded. ''

Mr. Bacchus said such an explanation while looking away.

Around April of last year, I, Leah and Rose were together watching the Datong Festival.

(Speaking of that, at that time .... I wonder if Rose said, "I've been brought here by a grandfather a long time ago ...")

Recalling a conversation about a year ago, Bacchus turned over another page.

"Next ... oh no, nostalgic! This is what Rose was when he was four years old and was bedwetting and depressed!"

In the picture, there was a child's futon on a clothesline and a small back of a rose with some kind of melancholy.

If you look closely, the dried futon has a little “lake”.

"The guy says," I'm not afraid of ghosts! "So, if I'm going to show you a" best ghost story "late at night ... the result is like this. I remember the fun! "

Mr. Bacchus happily talks about a little laugh.

Apparently she seems to be bad at ghosts since she was little.

Looking at Rose's photo like that-the door of the living room opened rattled, and she came in with a lot of teacups.

"I'm sorry, everyone.

The old album that Mr. Bacchus got, the photos stuck there, and we appreciate it.

Rose slowly swallows the situation one by one, dyeing his cheeks as red as shame.

She turned red to her ears,

"What, what ... what are you doing?"

She shouted loudly.