"Oh, I forgot. I thank you, His Excellency Baron Hiro de Calewala. My brother Isen took his life because of you.... What, the other Twas are thankful. But it is our nobility who hates it."
Though I've heard of twirling bitter pills into sugar coats.
Because you bother to make sweet words bitter, at all.
"Nice to meet you... huh? If there is a war, it must happen every time..."
"Well," said the dead among the children of the same Twa descent?
Isen was badly injured, but his life had nothing else to say.
I could also help nearly ten others.
but five public servants became the ones who didn't return.
Does it make sense that the Twa nobility couldn't let go and praise me?
"Do you have any requests? Bonuses were modest for merit, and if you say so, I'll forgive you."
Although Rossiu Chen's assurance that he knows all about the back of the office and the middle valve (Chiuben) is powerful.
There's only one thing I want right now.
"If we are to be forgiven, I would ask you to concretize Mr John's suggestion. We can't fight properly in the present system."
Because soon, there won't always be another war.
It is also likely to be set up from the Kingdom side in order to recapture the old capital.
"I thought you'd let me win that system."
There was looseness in the way I breathed in.
"Celebrities" Rossiu Chen, with this demand and other prospects.
Besides, apparently, he's not really into rides.
How can you be so swallowed up?
Modern times are unknown, and what we call the Army of the Sword and Spear Age, its advantages and disadvantages, change depending on the commander.
Rossiu should be able to understand the dangers of the enemy general, Hagi Hana (Shuka), even if you just read the report at first reading.
... I didn't want to imitate you, though.
"How to die like five publics, how to let them die. From a tactical point of view, it has to be evaluated as futile death. As a military nobleman, I'm absolutely sorry. There must be no second time! - I know I shouldn't say it, but it says in the report, you will know sooner or later - to keep Isen alive, I am even letting Neville Howell, who had previously asked Mr. Rossiu to join the Kingsguard, die!
I thought it was a necessary measure, so I abandoned my shame and got tangled up.
"His Excellency the captains of both battalions are rooted soldiers. Your 'mood' is the same as mine. Neither of you will ever disagree. You know everything, Mr. Rossiu!
But was it inexperience or if you borrowed Mr. Osam's words, because he was "halfway through humility"?
I can't see any change in Rossiu's expression.
"His Excellency the Commander of both battalions is not the head of the Kingsguard. But even if you two agree, you can't change the Kingsguard. You bring your ass in on me because you know that... not bad as a muscle, but you're sidelined."
Both battalion captainships have no more meaning than "chairs (posts)" taught for the Mel and Cubi families, the guests.
Even if they are in favour of reform, the Kingsguard will not move. No, I'd rather buy a backlash, even if it just seems "Mel and Cubi led it".
This matter is an "unfinished story" if we don't move Twa and the Indians, or the royal family.
"It's about getting some more practice. Why don't you stick it up to Lord Cubi and make it easy for him? Give me a specific form, and I won't be too shy to work with you."
Rossiu is no longer in a position to go to war, to life and death, unless the kingdom falls into a state of civil strife.
Unlike those in the field, you can't be truthful, you have to be other personnel.
I know that...
"Did you think it was a sincere 'bureaucratic answer'? You're out of your mind."
A dark eye color, reminiscent of the sea. Deeper than usual.
What are you thinking, this man?
"It's Hiro. You changed the operation. You were a nobleman of the kingdom. It wasn't Mel's hipster wipes. They did show me that."
We could have destroyed the enemy if we hadn't changed the operation… "by the power of Mel and Cubi".
Rossiu showed some trust in me for avoiding it.
"The Kingsguard is a kingdom aristocracy... i.e. a base for us twas and indies. It's a cradle to raise the next generation. I have it now because I incited it in the Kingsguard, too. I don't want my colleagues to die in dogs, children and grandchildren who will also be joining the Kingsguard in the future. If I could reform my organization, I'd be happy to work for it."
We could confirm that we stand in a common understanding with each other.
but the color of this too deep eye. What the fuck?
"John's proposal, Calewala's call. That's not enough."
Rossiu inadvertently missed his gaze on the diagonal and turned this way again.
I've been "swinging" like I came up with something and then slapping a word on it.
"Kill the squadron leader, do great work, and hit the seat. I'm not saying I didn't think of it."
Oh. It's shaky, honestly.
But... I'm going to be Squadron Leader now, because it's dangerous.
"After coming up with it, I made a decision". Beat that heart, if you can, from here on out.
"You didn't take that path, you won't be squadron leader next spring.... maybe that's good too. If you become squadron leader, it's a long, two years from there, no, mostly six months to a year. I'm chased by my daily squad duties and I'm no longer in the process of reform. You have time for that. That's why I'm telling you. Don't lay around. Politics is air. It takes time to brew."
... "Be specific" isn't there? and.
"We made a concrete proposal, we also took a common perception (consensus) in the Kingsguard. So help me," he said.
Oh, well.
I thought the Kingsguard would be upside down (top down) because it's an army. Your consciousness was too strong.
I guess the Twas value consensus-building by consensus (bottom-up).
But hey.
He said he would bottom-up to incorporate elements of an army-like top-down.
I guess I've already enclosed the contradiction.
If the young monk shows a bitter face.
What Rossiu, who took advantage, shows is an extra smile.
"Don't let the squadron leader die, huh?... I thought he was Alex's drunken man, who would overflow the world. Spending three years on that side of the spectrum, not blinded by its brilliance, huh?"
That should be it.
The darkness of the sea again.
"Don't let the Squadron Leader see Olars dead... no, I'll leave this much to bully you. A man with a high boiling point is horrible because he accidentally bursts."
Yeah, I understood just a little bit.
You are also a man with a high boiling point.
"Do you have any concerns?
The nose tip of my body tickled with surprise and fragrance.
A newly re-brewed tea was quietly placed in front of him.
The samurai, who lowered her cold tea, had already shown her back.
Giving that instruction... is unlikely to be anything other than a "rubbish" from your station.
"Make it a little nasty, Mr. Hiro, something you don't understand?
I beg your pardon, Mr. Filia.
I was desperate to persuade Rossiu Chen, the "stone of need" of the political situation.
"This is… all the hearts and minds that I want to keep in your ears are ahead of me, and I want to have a good discussion."
All I could think about was me getting hot on one side.
In contrast, what Rossiu was saying was general theory everywhere.
I avoided the lazy, hot and painful argument because it was even before the ladies.
"No, 'just here' valuable story, thank you. It was a heartbreaking topic."
(I can keep it confidential if I have to. working together is not a blur)
"The Honorable Baron Karewala asked me if I was serious, but it was just an honest discussion"
(Mr. Rossiu, you don't tell the truth, do you?
"I'm glad you shared information with us."
(This is Yasuen's station, right? Thinking of me as a woman and making fun of me, I can't forgive you)
Covered fire from unexpected.
The three young ladies who came to Panmori first also had their faces together.
... The eyes that looked at Rossiu, the Reiki lady with a smile on her face, were not laughing.
The rear house in the kingdom, the women's power is strong.
They debut faster than men, and they have plenty of political experience, even young.
Therefore it is a force that should never be insulted.
All I said was "I'm in," Rossiu raised his hands small.
The expression, the iron-skinned sensitive bureaucrat, is so full of charming affection.
Should I also remember this kind of art?
(* I'm just handsome)
(* You're just so handsome)
Ghosts! Don't make a scene in your brain! Let me talk to Rossiu!
"I want to beg your pardon. What, it's a small story. Fool brother Isen remains in the care of His Excellency Baron Karewala. It didn't get awkward, it made me mean anything."
That's all!?
"Is that what 'politics is about emotion' is all about?
"Men get mean in boring places, don't they?
"Isn't that a loud story, breaking bones for your synchronized friends?
"I find the annoying side distressing, that's what it is, but hey?
Oh, the pursuit continues.
"You're not, are you? See, the real deal", this.