"No exaggeration at all? Assault as the leader of a mixed unit, mutilate the enemy formation, and save the lives of the public"
The face of the samurai floating in the snowlight, with a whiteness that I can't feel blood on.
"Oh. I ended up taking a one-horse offer to keep my men alive"
Though I could not help but speak of encouragement.
"That's so cool"
"... pictorial stories and epics are also beginning to be made"
"With that face? It's not tight, is it? It's so cool, I don't need it."
The glory in the man society must not be any consolation or encouragement to her.
Because they just reminded me about it.
"The Neville I know was a man who was half rotting and still couldn't give up and laying down his workouts. You know what's cool about that?
A real image of the bloody Neville Howell, by speaking of her impressions, distracts her.
No, I wanted to know. A man named Neville, deeper.
"That's a subtle face. Can you feel free to criticize the dead? Was Master Neville's workout a positive endeavor or was he just inert...... he just didn't have the courage to go another way? You didn't really understand, did you?
"That's tough. Which one do you think you are?
"I didn't know either. Because I'm a woman, 'the one below', maybe I won't show my weakness. Maybe there's something only a man can tell. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
In one corner of the room, there was a crack.
Eventually Neville, who did the championship, turned around.
(Not one way or the other, both. I seriously believed that one day it would bear fruit. But... it's also true that I was afraid to look directly at reality)
To me, to us.
It's as if you're afraid to show your face.
"I know Master Neville, the clumsy one. Typical eldest son. Strong sense of responsibility, but poor guidelines. I was surprised to hear you had a rampage outside. Because I was an honorary student in the house.... If you're really a man, you're a lookout and mean guy"
He told me a number of things. Kindness for the care Neville has shown on a daily basis.
The delicacy of a man who didn't hesitate against me.
So here's Neville she doesn't know.
I'll tell him Neville's "man" who didn't show up at home.
"We... the men, they weren't so surprised. Cheerful but heavily drunk and disgusting. A typical military aristocrat, that would be a feature of a cavalry, too, wouldn't it? Emile... His Excellency Barberg had an attitude that it was no big deal. Since we started dating, I've been a casual, backless, all-you-can-say guy in front of me."
Redness appeared on the girl's cheek.
If you say you got angry, though you can say so.
It's more like anger.
"That's the way you treat me, I've never had anyone here before. Since I met His Excellency Karewala, my face has become brighter. It's always been time."
"Sounds like you were listening, huh? He pioneers the Karewala family, where there are not enough cavalry. With the most spear handle..."
Medal merit outside and put a stake in the inheritance dispute within.
No, more terminally, "raise a man" - "become a man".
All Neville needed was that opportunity.
"Don't resent me, I know that. Because that's the man, the soldier. No, it's not. I know. My lord said in" The Man's Friendship, "you brought a good story to Master Neville. But... if I didn't meet His Excellency, Lady Neville would never have died."
Neville came here... no, he tried to avoid the samurai's gaze and turned to me.
I can tell you, but I can't tell the samurai I've been living with, to reveal that feeling.
(I appreciate that. If I hadn't met Hiro, he would have rotted alive. outburst one day and may have had a hell of a case)
There's no way a girl could have noticed Neville's attitude.
But what she said was the very words that resented her untrue lover.
"I also regret that I only showed that face to His Excellency. If I had to be a man, I would have had a brother-in-law. No, I'm glad you hit me, even if you showed me your weakness"
So to Veronica, she understood.
He yelled at me for not understanding.
And the girl's words, they're starting to stop.
"It was back when I still tended to dream. Remember the fairy tale. Master Neville was napping, so I kissed him. Master Neville, isn't the pimple amazing? I thought it might hurt if I kissed your cheek, so I kissed your lips exactly. But it didn't make any difference."
Fifteen or so. Even though it is still a good time to dream.
Boys and girls in the kingdom carry heavy baggage.
(Hey, that's the frog prince...)
What does he say when he pretends to be asleep?
Neville, you, let me go that far...
You're the one Veronica should yell at.
"I knew even decent people were relieved.... Yep, it didn't make any difference. Unlike the story, the days went on as usual. I thought it would go on. But Master Neville woke up. It's changed. It was His Excellency who woke the prince."
My voice jumped into my chest absurdly.
I've tapped my little fist.
"What shouldn't you have done? What was the difference? How could it not have been me? At the end of the day, why didn't you run away from me? You didn't come home?
So before the battle, and. That's what Master Li said.
Isen is back. Coolest.
Neville didn't come home. Coolest.
"I was shallow. Master Neville was much older, and I thought he was decent. But it's not. All men are children. Balloon balls that fly away everywhere if you take your eyes off them. I had to be the heavy stone from myself!
I was crying. I was screaming.
I shudder my body when I squirm, and.
I've been desperately bumping into words.
"I can't help but tell you to give it back. Someone isn't going to tell me what to do now. But I can't move anymore. I can't do anything like this. The magic you put on Master Neville, put it on me, too. I want to see what Master Neville sees, too. If you stand on the same level, you'll walk out again."
Though I held it to meet my readiness.
I'm not the one who should respond to these thoughts.
Neville, it's Neville.
Why aren't you coming out?
You're saying you can't stay in this room, you can't see through it, right?
(I want to kill you, take you. I just noticed, motherfucker. I've been away for years, and most importantly, this is what my tula is... that it would be bad. To a man who cares about me rather than being my concubine.)
Did you just notice?
Don't lie to me.
Always next door... someday.
He said it should always be good because it's just a step forward.
That way, I can't take it back.
"Neville!"
Idiot!
"Master Neville. Why..."
"Are you calm?
The words did not return. I was trembling.
It was just warm.
When I held him, he was cold as snow.
"I made up my mind."
I knew I wouldn't hold you.
"Your brother said it. Neville put his life on the line, and Howell's party just laughs. Though I wasn't as deep with Neville as you brothers and sisters... Still, I don't feel like 'laughing'"
In front of Neville, I can't hold you.
I can't replace Neville.
You have to give your own answer. [M]
For you. And...... for Neville.
"Because men are stunning and mean. I can't make you cry. Neither me nor your brother can cry for Neville. So you are. Only you can cry for Neville."
Only now, until this snow clears.
Cry for Neville.
Frozen hearts, too, because I'm sure I can solve them. Because one day it will be funny. Because I can walk out again.
Stay with Neville and do it until then. Spend some time with me.
It had stopped snowing.
In the absence of sound or light, I could only hear the squeaking voice.
The girl was tired of crying and falling asleep.
The morning after that.
A blue sky with no clouds came back.
Silver world with no sound as far as I can see, its brilliance hurts my eyes.
But if the sun rises high, and the snow breaks.
The sound and the color came back. In front of me is a familiar panforest.
The greenery of the evergreen tree, which made a dusty noise and sifted off the snow from the branches, is soft on the eyes.
Isen and the samurai, who encourage rehab while making a very regular noise, are turning their illuminating faces here.
Kevin, the snowman, will give you a real hello, too, and.
Spring moon.
The samurai went home to the Howell family.
Bring a sunny smile.
It was an innocent smile full of girliness that the older man was attracted to but had to be confused.
I guess that's the look that made her hesitate to step into her natural face, Neville.
(You're okay now, aren't you, Hiro?... I've never seen a face like that. He's been quiet, too)
(Right, Neville. Still, that's oddly lustrous. Hey. I wonder if it's because I survived my broken heart)
(Old man, stop it!)
The voice of greeting and its contents are calm.
I see. They thought it was a quiet, not a girl.
I started walking on my own feet, and they noticed that.
"Thank you, Neville would be delighted to see you now. … please be happy"
A smile appeared on my face.
I bite the umbilicus that it might have been inadvertent.
"Ah... yes, I'll make you happy"
A glossy smile, not an innocent one.
That's shown by a "good" samurai, in an adult response.
In the flow as it was with me, I was greeting and turning to the whole Karewala family I took care of.
Focus mainly on the samurai...... what, rants?
Hey thats the bouquet that Acaius was supposed to give......
Look at that, a bit of a sinister look...... Ah, back to smiling again.
Though I was impressed by the fact that it was decent, so were Chiharu and Philia, to my mind.
When a man is dumb no matter how old he is, that may be all.
From the Howell family, a pick-up carriage… somewhere.
President Cyril was an immediate visitor. I can see it coming in.
"'Nothing, such as dissatisfaction with the Howell family,' he said constantly. I just want to spend some time for you, Neville, until the year breaks out. In the suburbs, here in Iwamori, I lived quietly in mourning."
You know what I mean, there was nothing between you and me.
Look, a happy face.
I knew a man was a child.
"I'm delighted with that heart of hers. I also thank His Excellency Karewala for watching over me."
And if it be calm in the days, Cyril, and one gentleman.
Neville's expression on his brother like that was also a lot softer.
(Honestly, I feel like I can't sit on my stomach, though, huh? I can be greeted by someone who sees me... good story)
The girlfriend disappeared into the carriage with Cyril.
The sound of a tightly dried whip.
He smiles through the window, while slowly leaving.
(Then it's time for me to s...)
Where Neville's body glowed slowly.
"May I, my lord?
Soon I got an earshot from a rant that was rubbing off beside me.
"There will be disturbances in the Howell family. Two years early, fifteen years at the latest."
The cold rising from my feet reminds me that this is January.
As if responding to my stiff spine, an integral ghost stood in the light in a corner of my sight.
"That number...... your home disturbance? On what grounds?"
"I can only say,"
Apparently not.
There's a rant that's always hanging around and doesn't try to speak up unless you're so sure.
Just a hunch, and a mouthful of things that might even be taken to slander the Howell family?
"Earlier, what did you tell her?
"'My Lord and Dear Neville, your friendship is eternal. Please forget it.'"
I remember her eyes pointy for a moment.
The same eyes I had when I mentioned Neville.
"Excuse me. Say something unsolicited, and get your ears dirty. I hope you forgot..."
Instead of explaining why I chose that word, I apologize for the tip-off.
Rants that never push. A man who needs encouragement from here.
"Also consult Kai and Akaius and Veronica. Long story ahead, but report any signs."
... Sometimes I wear something that I don't push.
Rants, with his head down, showed his back.
The carriage also turned the corner and I couldn't see the look of it.
Even though the snow from the old year was no longer there.
(You're dead! How come you always bring trouble to me, Hiro!
I'm not gonna let you tell me you forgot your promise the day we met, Neville.
We're gibberish and take, we step on each other. Wouldn't you?
We're gonna have you hanging out for a while now, okay?