The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being Born a Third Time as a Duke's Daughter~

"Brother, please correct it once to the right."

"Okay."

Relentlessly fierce Tristan and perfectly assisted Julius.

The sound of an explosion rising from the way forward echoed, and the monster never approached, either because of the threat or after it entered the woods.

"S, it's amazing, the quality of the other world... I'm not talking about breadcrumbs."

Behind too much foresight. Wonderful blue sky. The Eucalyptus Lady looked back, muttering, and Maximilian asked back.

"Breadcrumbs?

"Oh, there's something like that in my hometown fairy tale."

What is a fairy tale before this devastation? Absolutely fluent kids! And this isn't normal in this world, lady.

Prince Chiaran followed the runaway brothers with nothing to say. Watch your surroundings carefully. The royal family is results-oriented, but the scale can already be seen.

Rufus and others are taking the initiative to help Tristan get rid of it. Though it is a knight's duty, my child, what a heartless one! My sister (Guinevere) loves me, and I don't have a face to match her.

Ansel may think that the nature of his own territory is being vandalized in front of his eyes, but he is not in a position to challenge the difference in front of his son, who is the culprit. To rescue Miss Gladys, we will simply follow her silently. I don't have words to say sorry for.

If this happens, I'd like to rush as soon as possible, but wouldn't Troy be able to detect this noise?

When I asked Ansel, he replied that the five senses, such as sound, signs and smells, would be greatly driven crazy. I don't usually notice the approaching monsters, but this time it's advantageous.

"By the way, if you believe your daughter's feelings, Gladys and Troy are somewhere in the woods, right?

Quentin just follows me, and nobody tells me.

"Aren't you coming in again to interfere with Grace?

I voiced my most serious concern.

"Indeed. In that case, will you have Tristan concentrate again?"

Think impudently but realistically, there is nothing else you can do. Monsters like Tristan are out of hand.

"I think I may have come up with one thing."

It was Prince Chiaran who sandwiched his mouth. He was in the arena, so you didn't see the battle on Lake Nell?

"I'm watching Grace in the summer. And today, I saw Troy behind his true nature. On top of that, I assure you, the signs were identical."

"What's going on?

"I don't know why, but... when I meditated in my eyes, they were so similar that I couldn't tell them apart."

The prince looks steeply at Quentin's question.

"When Troy took Gladys hostage in the arena, I wondered. Why is he buying time? I think Lord Langley finally escaped just before he ran off, probably waiting for Grace to retreat. After listening to Troy's behavior and the course of events on Lake Nell, I assume they share some degree of consciousness and power with some sort of technique?

Everyone has a suspicious expression on the assumption that there is no flash. Julius is looking back.

"I don't know why I landed on that idea."

Quentin speaks for everyone. Naturally, the prince goes on explaining.

"I mean, Troy didn't get away, he couldn't get away. At that time, Grace was using most of his power to fight Lord Langley."

"So, the moment the battle was over, you finally got transferable and ran away in a hurry? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"I can't think of any other need for Troy to stick there."

"If that prediction is true, then Troy is like Grace."

"I don't know, but at least I don't think it's possible to take Troy and Grace at the same time."

Royal insights are sometimes familiar to prophets, as inferred from unreliable evidence. I can't deny it from my head.

Ansel is in agony next door. We must take a good look at what happened earlier.

"You can see that when you actually meet him. We're here."

Turning back to the words of Tristan, the old building did glimpse into the gap in the trunk of the tree.

Looking back, the path leads straight to the sky. I really got there without any madness. He's a horrible brother.

Wait, be careful.

Soon after I said it, Tristan pushed the door open and entered.

There's nobody here.

"But there are some signs of him."

Continuing Julius looks around the room.

Indeed, there is dust all over the room, and there are brand new signs of some tools and rituals. There were multiple footprints on the floor.

From what I've seen, is it for two men and women?

This one belongs to Gladys.

Julius reasonably concludes. How can you be so sure with your footprints?

I see. It's the same size, and today Gladys shoes have low heels and fairly rounded toes. "

Prince Chiaran does not hesitate to agree.

The royal family of instantaneous memory and observation... incomprehensible, but useful.

The prince looked around the room and walked to the corner of the room as if he had noticed something. Pick up what was falling there.

"Ah, Gladys' necklace! I knew you were here!

Miss Yuka screamed.

I see, it does match the Guardian Stone of Galatea earlier in color. It is not impossible to make a mistake.

"But it seems to have moved again. I can't find any more leads...."

Rufus leaked with a painful look.

That's right. If it's metastasized, we can't go after it anymore.

"No, it looks like he just walked out the door."

The prince is checking the floor for eating. Especially in the vicinity of the door. Our footprints are disturbed. Can you tell?

"Troy's footprints stopped by the door. Looks like he ran out of Gladys' stride and jumped out this door. And on top of that, Troy's footprints overlap. Did you walk out? I can't feel the will to catch him if I chase him."

"Wait a minute. I don't know what's going on."

"--Troy's intentions drove me into the woods....."

The voice of the prince answering Quentin sounded terribly painful.

Troy can't hit Gladys directly if my insinuations work.

"Hey, this place is full of monsters!?

The Maximilian roughs up his voice.

"Hurry up and find it! You can track your tracks like you did during survival!?

"No - this forest is sensorially insane and subtle differences cannot be identified."

"So what are you going to do!!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Quentin, who had stopped, turned to Julius.

"How would Gladys know which route to escape?

"Originally, our intrusion route should be the most likely to match... but as far as the map's monster distribution is concerned, at least the north is impossible..."

Julius didn't seem to fall into his heart, and while he was vague, he denied it completely just north.

Monster map? It turns out that the nawabali of each species are scattered in all directions 10,000 times. The difficulty doesn't seem to vary much.

"No, the distribution is inaccurate. There's been a group movement for some reason."

The only prince in this situation to have a decent argument with Julius denied it here.

"The leaves of the trees were sneaking away until I came here. A (·) le (·) works in groups of adults and toddlers."

No way?

Julius meditates. Looks like we're reviewing the images in the brain.

"Confirmed. The only food-borne monsters that eat leaves here are (...) le. I understand why Gladys did not escape south. ― ― If so

"It's only north."

That's right.

Julius nodded at the prince's conclusion.

What the hell did you find out in that conversation? I have no idea what it is.

All right, let's go north.

Tristan jumped out with his head cut off. I'm confident, but you'll never understand.

and suddenly stopped and looked back. Following his gaze, the jewel in the prince's hand emitted a purple light. It's Miss Gladys' necklace.

"What's going on?

"― ― The Guardian Stone of Galatea-sama is calling...?

The prince, who answered Tristan's question, ran out of his way.