Sticky plush and leftover incense stuck to the chest.
I wanted to shake it off and took the spear in my hand early in the morning.
I thought I was invited.
It's been longer since they killed my lover. I thought I'd missed a man's skin.
I heard the previous man was a Sacred Divine, but they were all pre-built. There must have been a relationship.
So, yes.
But with the invitation, it's too awkward.
I just don't think I knew the man.
What does Dianella think and what does she think? It's like I don't know.
I left the lake thief, that day.
I tried to keep the leather bags I took from Thousand Mornings and Mueller with Deannella.
Leather bags that weigh well beyond your expectations.
Even the dojo had heard that the nobility of the Territorial State had no financial means.
We need to be prepared because unforeseen expenses occur one after another when we march.
Anyway.
I didn't see any disturbance in my legs whilst I was raising this to my hips.
After all, the multiplier as a preacher is more than me.
... the weight doesn't escape from the palm.
If you wake from your thoughts about that fact and turn your attention to Deanella again.
I was pointing that way.
A word of "deposit," I should have heard.
Are you excited that you hit the arrow?
Or are you furious that you can't hit Hiro?
With the young people in the first line, there's nothing different about it.
I remember myself having a little laugh.
"You're jealous, aren't you?
Kevin?
"Thousand Mornings and Muellers. Hey, even beauties are famous for their extravaganza. Brother, you turned your hand around your hip a thousand years ago, didn't you? I haven't seen it since.... So, what do you say, brother? I thought you had a nice ass? Or are you like a man, a bee muscle?
I look back at Deanella unexpectedly.
"I don't know!
Ridiculous but... trouble.
"I haven't touched my ass. Mostly touching full body armor, what's fun? What more do we do with the money than that? I can't keep it from Kevin... and I'll keep it?
Why am I making such a strange excuse?
"I'll keep it!
"I knew you were jealous.... Hey brother, how much do you spend on knives and swords?
If you want to buy it, I'll be happy to take care of it.
Kevin did? What happened?
"No, Baron Calewala? That was cool. Knowing your brother's strength, I didn't think anyone would jump in without hesitation. I didn't know nobleman Sama could bathe a machete even though he wasn't a monster like Nemean..."
"I can't spend the rest of my life, not you"
"I knew it? And it was cool. To the Princess's Crisis, Single Ride Assault"
The bow that was only making the noise of the wagon finally opened its mouth.
"Then you're a villain, aren't you, Elquille? And I failed. Measuring your 'nappies' needs to be taken another time."
"What? Who are you?," said Kevin with an eye.
The bow that took the cassette and washed his face with lake water, "Do you recognize this face?," he said.
Let it float in the universe.
"God! I've been chasing you, and it's good that you made a wish, right?
"Now what? You want a martial arts arm?
A god of possibilities... no, the devil, made his eyes shine.
Eyes that are black everywhere and suck in everything.
"Uh-huh. Something's not right. Not my gala. I knew it was gold."
I felt like I heard a tongue pounding.
The devil's "signs" shrivel. I was returning to my father on the boat.
"It's boring. You're greedy."
Must be.
No one fits the words "asshole man" and "dickhead" better than Kevin.
"You can afford it now, can't you? So be patient."
Kevin jumps as he begs even more.
God of possibilities for not dealing with him and jumping from the fringe to the lake. There's no sign of it rising.
In the middle of the lake, it's an annoying story.
Once again, however, the sail is stretched, and the sail is taken.
"Hey brother, can you move the ship?
Say something stupid. That's why Kevin is.
"You've been standing in front of us since morning, can you remember?
"This is why your brother! Do as many fools as you can!... Yeah, I get it. I knew I couldn't do martial arts."
And back south on the Kyung-In River, the disembarkation yard that descended.
I stopped at an inn that stood so close.
Did you even go shopping for a prostitute or head to the casino? Kevin disappeared.
But Deanella didn't leave the room.
A loose-moving hindsight, as if cleaning something up.
Gaps abound enough to seemingly break through.
I wasn't conscious of the work.
Dianella's back was watching, me.
I thought you were invited.
So I held it.
There was no change in Deannella's condition.
Nice to meet you. Kevin, who's familiar with what's under his care, wasn't even noticed.
No, it shouldn't have been that way.
I'm going to stand in the lodge, because I've been hearing it with my bloody eyes.
"Brother Erkühr, it's a request for work"
To this point?
Did you come after us?
"... Honestly, I'm scared. How far are you grabbing it?"
Well, good, if you go into South Ridge, there's no way to chase you.
Both Kevin and Deanella, if you think about it, are like a questioner.
I was going to leave you, but do you want to take me...
"And, brother. This time the client showed his face. They keep us hidden."
Kevin's dumb swing gives me a headache.
A direct face-to-face client, very not such a bona fide owner.
The first impression of a man wearing a wig who made him curl all the time was a goat.
Or Centaur?
Dianella and others, even called it "Bafomet".
I saw her... and that's exactly what I saw.
but it doesn't even look like a man who can make a fool of himself.
For the civilian's sake - no, the family name bearers all train their bodies, civilian martial artists, but nevertheless - on the forged upper body, meaty in the lower body reminiscent of a wild horse.
He was in the hall to yell at his ill-compliant men. Enough to entrust a hundred soldiers.
"I'll take care of my life," he said.
A man to be thankful with a rough voice reminiscent of a bamboo saw.
They will take the two hostages and make sure they decide.
Martial artists and other migratory windmills, I also know that I can't count on them.
"I hope you jump in with our soldiers and kill them. It's an easy job.... If you succeed in this job, 'up there' will be happy too. Your body will be stable."
You're back. Are you going to kill me, or capture me as an executor?
That's what "stability" should mean. It's clear.
To Deannella, I included.
"It's about being dark and not going out on the day. Lock yourself in your room and buy yourself some time. You're diving the training ground, too. Maybe we can do something about that?
The assumption seemed to be made. I didn't mess with it.
Still, those eyes complained of strong anxiety.
"There are limits"
The squeezed voice was plundering.
"On that day I dive alone and kill my enemies. Don't worry, I'll be back before they do. What you do with the client depends on your attitude."
There is no escape south, the status quo being watched.
There is no other way to kill the target's defensive captain, do something about the client's civilian, and rush through that mess.
"What about Kevin?
I was just asked, and I couldn't help but tell that one.
If I'm going to teach you beforehand, I'm determined to be considerate of fear.
"He's only sensitive to killing. We can get away with this."
To a word, Dianella's eyes glistened somehow.
The target man wore a helmet with buffalo horns.
If the client is Centaur, this is the Bull.
Keep your anger inside, but don't show any indiscretion or anything.
He was calmly skipping instructions as he slowly stepped back with his big crotch.
The Brotherhood crowd gets stuck.
My friends are cut off by one blow, but they don't look frightened.
They were dirty, muddy, sweaty people.
Unlike the samurai, he was a soldier on the battlefield.
Do you blame me?
I heard voices. God of possibilities, you'll be looking at it somewhere.
(No, you weren't "on that side". Kevin and I are very different.)
By the time we caught up, the man had reached the mansion.
He called martial law in a loud voice and was rambling the bell.
"It's a signal for a border blockade! You're not getting away with this!
That was the last word.
Be dull and foolish, but therefore let them do their job.
The man was, after all, a cow.
Standing back civilian mansion.
Dianella had sealed the door with furniture and continued to resist with her bow.
I saw each other.
I was tearing away.
Trying to speak up about how anxious I was or "I'm fine now".
"You didn't abandon me......!
To that one word, Deanella understood.
Concubine child. My father was always, a man who showed his back.
The man in love is a devout saint. I didn't even look at her.
And Lake Chu.
Hiro jumped into the crisis between Thousand Mornings Mueller and Philia Mel.
Philia prevented Hiro's crisis by presenting herself.
I was jealous of the relationship.
I asked for the relationship.
I can't throw it away. … at least on this occasion now. Throw it away and you'll freak out.
In order to safely and securely escape, the rows needed to be put together.
"The request was fulfilled"
Helmet... buffalo horn. I'll throw it in front of Centaur.
"Why did you schedule it sooner! I don't know why there's no report!
To the civilian subordination, there was no "handyman".
More or less, I can't possibly take 30 people and infiltrate them. It just gets in the way.
The defensive captain's hall, I rolled it over that back mountain. It is only natural that there is no report.
"Oh, I screwed up. The border is on strict alert, we can no longer escape south."
"You! How dare you slip out..."
"Do you want to tell 'up'?
The goat surface turned bright red.
They can't tell "up there". Isn't that the kind of relationship you can forgive?
Seems unlike my "arm" worth using.
Then the conversation is quick.