To Eliza's explanation, there was a laugh.
In the shadow of it, we have a conversation with Hiccup.
"Hey Philia, Ones' staging base isn't 'cause it's safer'...
"Yeah, we're pushing north to get ready.
"New Year's Fire, what if?
"We suspect a North thief.
About the construction of Ones base.
Philia knew. Me and Chiharu weren't informed.
A hunch of war, in that context.
Me and Chiharu know. Eliza should not have been informed. It doesn't look very windy knowing and deluding.
It's a difference of position.
I'm not going to say that anyway.
Because I know the weight of what Philia, Master Sophia, carries.
Because I don't think it's something I can carry very well.
... at least not now.
So much so that a word came to mind, that greed also appeared to me?
Will the time come, one day, to envy one's position? Like a boy who envies the Ten Horsemen.
The unpleasant imagination is limited to stopping.
When I raised my face to change my mood, there was a fume in the corner of my vision.
I'm nostalgic in my writing. Sleepy eyes. No, eyes that make you feel like you're sleeping beside me.
Even if I hadn't been informed, you'd have noticed. to the meaning of Ones base construction.
That guy's job isn't supposed to be collecting information on his own. I'm supposed to be in a position to put together and analyze the information that the ones below have collected. You can't be unaware.
I saw each other. Unexpectedly, I smile ambiguously.
He has also returned an ambiguous smile over there.
Smiling is a convenient thing. What misconceptions would arise if I sent a poorly powered gaze or something here.
That said, I can't help but stare at each other. If you watch too much, you're going to be spotted.
When I thought of it that way and shook my gaze in another direction, there Ethan was leaning over and thinking.
Unlike Hume, to a civilian, his father, Viscount Dexter, should not have been informed of the "hunch of war".
Did you get that?... No, you definitely figured it out. I opened my eyes.
This one also narrowed his eyes in a hurry to sleep. Is it basic to a poker face, or "sleepy face"?
So, I'm gently moving my gaze over here. Well, what do we do?
"Sounds like the Dexters need to keep their nails stabbed.
Philia was looking at my face. I was looking for Hume and Ethan, my face.
And give Ethan the best smile. On the mouth, with a raised little finger.
That face!?
Ethan's eyes opened again to an unexpected reaction.
Was that the right face? Phyllia, horrible girl!
Later on, Ethan said he was concerned about rising prices of timber and other building materials.
If you look into it, they have massive architecture in Wood Mel City, or if you don't wrap it up, castle building. Well, that's good. Generations have begun to change and reconstruction is progressing. There is also the problem of saying prepare for the north.
But bring it there. This story.
"We're putting too much effort into the north," he thought.
"Naturally I think it's about time my father noticed, too. Thank you for talking to me, Philia. Because when it comes to discussions between my father and Master Alexandre, this will have to pinch the process of ticking each other off.
This is also a question of position.
There's no way military personnel can teach civilians, poorly, about war.
But as a high-ranking bureaucratic politician, it's only natural to talk about why I should keep you informed.
If they were both, they wouldn't pull their legs together.
Still, it's inevitable to have a tick at each other.
"Perhaps one of these days my sister and her wife and Ethan are going to have a tickle.
Viscount Dexter is in his mid-thirties. Master Alex is 25 years old. So, Ethan is fourteen. That kind of rendezvous, that's a possible story.
"Don't tell me if you understand, Mr. Philia. It makes me feel heavy.
Some boys have no reality in a thousand horsemen or generals, while others have a sense of reality in their work to the Viscount and senior Shogun officials. This is Ethan's position.
I'm not sure I envy the Ten Horsemen, but the feeling of envying Ethan's position is something I felt quite understandable there.
Eliza's explanation continues.
Leaving the facility division, guiding us to the divisions everywhere.
The tour was originally planned for the inspiration of "For Maria Raina Anne and Magnum Jack Snook".
I wonder how those people are doing.
Maria feels like a tourist. I look around rarely.
Anne takes notes when she does. "Storybook"?
Rayna was looking at people. Always.
I also asked him later and he said, "I care about the transport guy".
"That's a bad vibe. Aren't you hiding something? Those guys. What kind of military secrecy is he? I don't like military men because they're secretive.
Something like that.
"Really? I didn't realize. I didn't realize it was an attitude of approximation when I welcomed a tourist.
"Really, guys are dull, aren't they? Difference in intelligence.
"According to Master Sophia, a true lady is a 'dumb princess'.
"Shut up!... or even something to include in the philia?
Raina sees the approaching shadow and says that.
"Did you say something?
"A true maid can't stand to hear you, Mr. Filia.
"Oh, Rayna, don't you think that's what a lady does?
"" What did Mr. Hiro think?
"It was my fault. That's fine, give me a break.... Rayna's worried about the transport guys. I thought you were hiding something.
Philia's eyes glowed thinly.
"Mr. Raina, no need to say anything else about this. Stay away from me, will you?
"What, are you trying to hide something?
"I'm not going to hide it. I'll be sure to tell you later. Promise me you won't get close.
"I knew you were a soldier, and Philia. If you feel completely unwell.
"I knew you were a literary man, Mr. Raina. The sense of protection is too low.
"Hey Philia, no way.
"I don't know yet. It's really dangerous if something happens. I can trust Mr. Raina's account and sensibilities. Although this is a case I don't particularly want to admit. I'll be sure to look it up here, so can't you be satisfied with that?
"You mean it could be bigger than I thought? All right, all right. Don't talk about danger. Let me hear it later, all right?