"You think it's a child?

"Yes, My Lord Umaya. I asked him in person and he said, 'About nine years old'.

"I'm not a child, Mr. Hiro.

"Isn't it an indescribable year to be a child...

Seimi's voice and Uncle Gummel's, it overlapped.

It has never been written before, but as a matter of course there is no need to dare to write it down, Seimi is also in the war.

Seimi de Woodmell, eleven.

The Woodmells are losing their father. Only Kanes and Semi were left behind.

Normally, Seimi should be placed in the new capital to prevent the annihilation of the clan… or at least in neighboring Gummel.

Seimi is the future Earl of Woodmell.

There is an obligation to participate in the war in Woodmell.

Even the word "join" is sweet. "Organizer"...... not either. Would "the parties" be appropriate?

You need to take the initiative. Otherwise we lose the "territorial ruggedness" canonicity.

It is precisely "a right and a duty".

When we first met, Semi was eight years old. I still looked like a child.

The next time I saw him, Semi was ten years old. I had already behaved as an adult.

As an eleven year old, as a party to the war, he inspires soldiers at the castle head.

The nine-year-old, for him, is an "adult now".

"Father-in-law, I support Semi, too.

My brother, Kanes, opened his mouth.

Kanes lost his father when he was nine years old.

Since then, I have had days of sneaking around to rebuild the house, for my younger brothers.

For him, too, nine years old is an "adult now".

My father's replacement, Uncle Gummel, turned a sad eye to both of them.

Just look into those eyes, I can understand.

Uncle Gummel must have spent "child" time stretching and enjoying puberty.

You share your feelings with me on this issue.

"If you were a child, what was that?

His Excellency Umaya struck me in the tongue.

"He's a soldier. On the contrary, would it be an officer?

"Adults or children, you don't have to distinguish that in front of military law.

Fritz supplements.

"If it was before this battle, I would have said so, too. But now... I also feel like I can understand you for the sake of the captain of the prison school.

From Damian, a "not even apparent" statement pops up.

War is still harsh, even for cold Damien.

His Excellency Umaya, who received it, was, however, still a general.

If you feel there is imminent danger in the military, you will react immediately.

Finally, it exasperates anger and inspires the place.

"The weak! So we can win the war! The enemy is putting a woman on the front line, joining a child in the war, using a body? If you hesitate to kill me, quit being a soldier or something!

"Excuse me, my lord. You will never bring emotion into the planning of the operation. I pledge.

Damien swears on his face.

His role is clear. I'm an ops staff officer.

Only clouding your head with love must never happen. He is also strongly aware of the matter.

It was still the Lord General who closed the military council, which gave rise to a strange atmosphere.

His Excellency General Alexandre Conscripted North, strictly declared.

"Apart from special provisions that relate to strategy, like the earlier aspect commands…. The treatment of prisoners is left to those who capture them. If the warden decides. I know you answered because you asked for a report, but it's a case that has no military involvement. There is no need for your lords to bother you.

"I'm sorry I had to talk to you. Karewala, you too are to blame for hanging damp rashes!

"Excuse me.

"Come on, we won a local battle. Wouldn't you like to get back to business? Future policy and reorganization in the wake of earlier battles......

To a salty voice, change your mind.

I wore that kind of "good procedure" during my intense duties.

I was thinking back the other day as I went back to my room after the military conference.

I captured him... or when he protected him.

The little corpse psychic kept his eyes open.

I was wondering how you spoke.

"You were doing it. That's for sure, right?

"What about Dad?

"The one who had this stick, that ghost, was your father?

"What about Dad!? I promised you we'd split it up in two hands...

"It was a fine end.

It was a splendid end.

That father's son can handle it.

Yes, it's intuitive.

"It's the last time! Dad's a ghost! I'll see you again!"

"You know what I mean, right? Your father was purified. I can't see you anymore.

"Give me back my father! Return the spirit pestle! As long as that's it, soul to the corpse again!

Was it a magic item?

I can never give it to you.

I won't let this kid do that anymore.

The child set himself up.

It's like I haven't received martial arts tricks.

As far as not being hostile, you know...

"Stop."

The other person is a child. Even if I had a weapon in my possession, it wouldn't go through my armor.

There are no signs of ghosts around.

Enough with words.

But the Brotherhood, my servant, can't be like that.

If anyone strips their fangs, it is their job to slash them and throw them away.

Acaius turns to the tip of the spear.

The kid's grown up.

After showing his disgruntled face, he leaned down.

"So you need to listen, right? I'll keep you in custody.

Afterwards, Akaius partitioned tightly.

After the military conference, I thought I'd talk to you again...

It won't be a conversation.

The resentment that killed my father must be strong. Is that obvious?

Spirit pestle...... although it is a stick like a rind.

It worked great, if you say so.

"Now if you hit him, you can make sure he turns the ghost".

It's better to use than the stick itself.

Even zombies do. It was effectively "operating".

This child is not foolish. I guess I've desperately squeezed my wits to survive.

I saw those eyes that seemed stronger in will than in will...... and learned to flinch.

How do I get along with this child?

Quite, my bones are about to break.

... From the Innocence, how does it look?

That's what I'm thinking, I'm going to talk to Takashi (Shyao)/Fan (Fan) who's out here.

"That's hard. I still can't make that decision. In a few moments, the old master will be here in turns......

It helps.

This type of project is limited to Master Li.

"It's pathetic not to rely on it.

"But it's the only way.

Words of Ariel and Vagan.

It's short, but you're absolutely right. I have no pity, but I have no choice.

Ask another religious frame, Calvin, too.

"I was nine!?... I know what it's like to get lost, but you should kill me. Sin is sin.

"Sin, what sin? You didn't kill anybody, did you? You said you used the body and the ghost.

"Killing people is a 'crime'. What I'm talking about is' sin '. You don't have to be a holy god, you know that? Humanity, ethics, that sort of thing. I'm sure you understand the weight of your weakness. Before we lay down any more sins, we should return them to heaven.

"Weak, huh?

"If it wasn't for you, I'd say 'delicate' or 'peaceful'? You are weak enough. [M]

"Yes, yes...... If you were under the Cardinal, what would you say?

"Same thing, if you're under Piutsky. If it's Visconti... it might be, 'Seek help to clarify the doctrine'.

"Don't you say yes or no? You're a necropsychologist.

"Yes, whichever!... I'm telling you, you think too much, you embrace too much! I'll rebuild the house with amnesia habits. I'll have the military. Besides being busy as a social worker, if you return to an individual, you look at the complexion around you. I know it's thick on your face, but you're gonna lose your soul, okay?... the soldiers, too, are all suffering. I would have seen knobless!? This is a battlefield, it's dangerous to accumulate!