It's about time the division was halfway there.
The time opened up for convenience, because I was busy on official business of post-war processing.
And the other party...... because it was a day for the Howell family to be fully prepared and greeted.
"It was your assault, Neville, that determined the battle ahead, the victory. Thanks to him we were able to besiege and repel our enemies. The platoon captains who were in a predicament were able to survive, too, because you nailed the middlemen of the enemy, Neville. As a superior officer, if there's anything I can do for him, I'd be happy to."
What makes you think I'm whitewashed is personal sentiment.
Baron Karewala on this occasion is not the subject of resentment for his family.
I am grateful to have named Neville, a benefactor who has brought honor to the Howell family.
Not only is he a prestigious general who has brought victory by precise candidacy... what a humble way to glorify it as Neville's handle.
To that gaze, to meet expectations, chest up.
While enduring thoughts that make your sternum twitch.
Don't let the boy standing next to you lose his undistorted eyes.
"That struggle impressed the whole army. Take an enemy offer to save a fleeing and delayed friendship, and take a ride. We fought each other's battles against the second brother of His Excellency General Seibei, who rings with martial arts men, but some of the wounds we suffered during the harsh assault were left to think… we had a brilliant end. Anything you can do for the Howell family, as my Barberg family."
"Hmm? You said you'd do anything now, right?" or something like that.
This is also an implicit promise.
As for deepening future alliances and fringes, of course, where the spirit lies is what anyone in the kingdom aristocracy understands.
"Neville, you entrusted your will to me, Hero de Calewala,"
Disclose and read out.
What was spelled out was a word of gratitude to the parents/one party.
A word of gratitude to my friends, especially me and Emile Barberg, for their daily friendship.
And if the "leftovers" - they have too strong a personal connection to Neville, a squire, etc. - say they don't want to retire and it's also hard to serve the Howell family or their brother Cyril, then ask us.
It was a euphemistic expression, but that's what we can "do.
Advice, Neville's dairy brothers (and several others) have offered to move to the Karewala family.
A familiar face, a young man who always stood beside him.
The man who watched with his eyes Neville's depression and subsequent activism, the glorious end.
"I'm not dissatisfied with Master Cyril and Howell's house. The governor gives way to his brother."
The Karewala family is well ventilated only by the emerging.
The good thing is that barriers are low for migration and entry during these times.
One transfer, not one exit by naming the house, and Cyril Howell had also admitted to Eagle Deep.
"I understand. I ask your family, my brother, to serve as they have always done."
"With my brother, is that you? Regards,"
One of Emile's words guarantees his brother's status.
There's no way the Howell family or Cyril would ever treat him like that.
During one party, among the guests invited this day. A smile, a greeting is rewarded.
The status of the Führer and the mainstream of the Howell family moved to Cyril, and Emile attracted the flow disappointingly.
What I should do is go home one foot.
"It's done... but it doesn't seem to pass yet, does it?
Since the earlier battles, Neville has remained in the world.
I couldn't help but drift off the battlefield, so he signed with me to go back to the capital.
(Right. I thought to myself that it was because I was concerned about how it started and ended after I died)
Though I signed a contract, I didn't walk possessed behind me.
(The dead guy shouldn't be partitioning the house, should he? If I possess you, I'll want to talk to you.)
Offering that, Haunted Mansion...... lived away from Panmori Hall.
I thought you hated the mourning ground, it would be lightning up.
Because Neville was a troublesome man of many things, but the roots were cavalry temperament.
Some rough, but cheerful and pleasant man.
Could it be that daughter-in-law took over the temper instead?
"Master Neville is dead! I redeemed Howell's glory and credibility with all my life! One party is just delighted!
Neville, who was treated like a troublemaker.
Due to his ugly appearance, a man could not be expected to emerge in Kingsguard, no, in the aristocratic society.
Though I still had been treated as a general lord son.
Within a few years, it was visible that a trace feud would arise with his brother Cyril.
That should have brought more honor to the house with the vanishing buds of contention.
As a Howell family, it turns out great.
The whole clan was thankful to Neville right now. I was trembling with emotion.
Even Cyril, who had a bad relationship, had tears in her eyes.
(Cyril's in trouble from now on, huh? The dead are beautified. Outside, "Thanks to you, Neville," and inside the house, they keep saying, "Brother, give me a chance that you've made..." There's no way I can stand an easy second son. This is retribution from my brother, who kept being abused. Suffering at best?
Though I'm not saying I haven't felt those distorted delights.
This word is more of an exhortation, a whip of love. It would be like that.
A man can't abandon his attachment to a house... No, it's not such an obedient story.
Because the Führer is an integral part of the house.
It has to be more than raw to the kingdom.
... was it Greek myth or James Dean?
"'It's my best life to keep my beauty and celebrate my glorious death young'... what a word I've heard"
(Neville, you'd be better off in heaven, too)
No, you can't stay in the world.
If you are wrapped up in the highest honor as a soldier and you end up with no memories.
(Beauty is ironic, Hiro. I have a bad face, but you have a bad mouth, no guts)
And the non-solitary part of the brain is picked up by Neville's dairy brothers.
"Still wanted you to live...... no, forgive me. While I now serve the house of Karewala."
"I don't mind. You don't have to abandon that thought."
They can't even throw it away.
A man whose nails have been put up in his heart. A lot, it's dangerous.
The Howell Party says it's also a cavalry, and it should be deposited with Acaius as a subordinate.
That's what I decided.
"Trouble with your sister, too. I will definitely pull it out and serve you."
The youth took over the words. I named him.
Give me the name of another person whose heart has been torn apart.
"I don't mind that either. About one of my sisters, you could feed him, right?
No, but... the man who says...
I would hold it new and feel a lot narrower shoulders, though.
"You, my brother, must know. Me, you and my sister, we lost Neville. The thoughts are the same to varying degrees. That's why I welcomed you brothers and sisters to the Karewala family."
Loss of feeling.
If you put it into words, you can make it the same thing, though it may be.
The depth of thought held by brothers and sisters is that pain is not very much discussed in the same line.
You must be concerned, too, huh?
Is that why you can't pass away, Neville?
The sister of her daughter-in-law was a maid of honor with Neville.
Neville's brother Cyril spoke differently when she wished to move to the Karewala party.
"We don't both leave the same house... we just have an outside hearing"
I wonder if they don't seem to have any hopes for me.
... That's an excuse.
Skip the portrayal, but the samurai was a beautiful girl. Howell Party Hua, Billboard Daughter.
If you get caught, it involves a one-party ticket! And even if I rephrase that.
... that's still an excuse everywhere, pre construction.
(Man because this is it!
There is Neville's will, and the samurai herself hopes.
Then I wanted to say "No, definitely to the Karewala family" though.
First of all, she's a pretty girl. And if Cyril says anything about the transfer, I'll put it in her mouth.
... "A Day to Praise Neville's Glory," "A Day to Life the Honor of the Howell Family," will stink as soon as possible.
(It should be noted that Emile's mouthfeel determined the treatment of his brother as "depositary" to be transferred)
(That's crazy! Cyril wouldn't hold back if the samurai were a busike, and Hiro, you're about to be greeted with a smile, aren't you? Why are you treating me differently because of my face?
Following the pink, if the female ghost temporarily living in a remote haunted mansion makes a mouthful of noise.
Vagan lowered his eyebrows and looked in trouble.
(I've been losing a lot of money because of my bad face, but my face is beautiful and it can damage me. I don't know why.)
You don't feel like someone else, Neville.
I'm sorry I opened my mouth. The ghosts look back at you in unison.
(Why is that beauty following this frog?
(Using your position to force you... I guess not?
(Maybe the other way around. Even if he looks bad, he's a nobleman's trail son.)
(Then you don't have to move. You just have to slide to serve my brother)
(Ah! My brother and brother, because if they both hold me, I touch contraindications (taboos)?
Yes. Neville's Ugly Man (Bucousin) hasn't been an approved fact among ghosts living away.
But I didn't take it badly.
Anyway, Neville is the son of a nobleman. And because this is a noble mansion.
Because I was overwhelmed with the others in terms of good fit.
And the ghost is swollen in love. But it's business, it's birth competition, that kind of relationship (?) outside.
Live a low-humidity flat-field relationship with no ups or downs or interests (?) people (?).
If so, Neville is a good man, and he's being tapped into his social manners.
(Not me, in her honor.... I consider you guys friends, don't make me say this any more)
Put it aside, Neville vanished into the back of the separation.
The ghosts who were told by your nobles (the ghosts of) to be "friends" and taken aback.
He was also distracted by the unexpected cool that Neville the frog showed, and pushed silently for a moment.
And made a scene.
(I didn't get my hands on it. Gentleman)
(Advisor, maybe she was in love)
(That's what you mean when you say transfer)
Though I felt chilly with a terrible clap return.
Chilly... or chilly.
It's gonna snow.
(Right, Hiro, Vagan. snow)