More and more beneath the cloudy skies, the thinly packed panforest is covered in thin white.
Only the swept street bedrock, its wet, wet blackness, showed where it was going.
Try to look down to the left and right at the Panforest inhabitants involved in the snowfall.
A beautiful queue of Karewala One Party marches north.
The decorative collar, which was familiar to the day, contained decorations up to excess.
Yul Reinen, who is usually near the side, was somehow far away on this day.
No, Rants was trying to peel the yul off and lower it to the back row.
Sometimes I get rocked on the back of a horse. The reason came down unexpectedly.
Yul Reinen. Shield of Karewala.
However, he has entrusted the caretakers of the various villages of Panmori with the control of the militia.
He was also visiting the realm with prosperity in an attempt to meet his mandate.
The "Panmori Hall", which the inhabitants see every day. The sign, no, the face is Yul.
Blink of glittering and crushing eyes, too, with a glow of glory if you are a territory.
Even that yule will look taller and bigger than anyone in the Karewala party if it crosses the horse (Banba) to support its magnificent physique, weight.
Don't stand out more than the "Hall Master," it becomes a source of discomfort and discord.
Rantz, who first realized that fact, was just a former Twa internal affairs official.
As good as that. Why are you talking about something good?
The little suspicions and discomforts cleared up quickly.
Because the disappearing appearance blocked my sight again...... down there.
Yul Reinen, dumped the horse and followed on foot.
Even if he can understand, he doesn't want to.
Whether they entrust me with the high office or not, they say I'm only my "shield".
That it would be good because we can reveal differences in character as long as we go down the horse.
My little servant was staring at me in an attempt to take a horse by the lack of a location.
Peter has Peter's claim.
Yul then circled his back still and didn't try to raise his face. I was walking like I was dragging my leg.
Was it included?
If you turn again to drink down your own uncomfortable mind, its unpleasantness.
There is no place for gaze, a thin side.
If you deposit your consciousness on the horse's steps, your thoughts will descend again.
The essence of politics may be something similar to theatre.
By viewing - no, perhaps in ancient times, by the participation of all - we share the records of our families and communities, our beautified memories and confirm our bonds with each other.
Even when society grows larger and the ruler and the subject are separated.
Each participant is expected to play a role.
That is no different in modern times.
"Theatrical politics" and so on, but that's probably the nature of politics.
The question is, who performs...... so what?
Theatrical political language, is that the sound of a wooden duck that exalts politicians about the dangers of being led to perform? Or the defeat of those who name the information medium and entrust themselves with the instigators of the people.
Right now, I'm playing again.
Leaders who can't even spot where they're going, cut the lead, and look forward to stretching their spines.
Young (in the kingdom, the word has no meaning other than immaturity) a competent military nobleman who is strictly and truly encouraged.
He said it was the way it should look to the people.
It was Venet, the masked man, who coached him.
Fashir province. A land where small luxuries under pressure from the Mel family have shredded their sneeze.
It was the masquerade that entrusted life to them after they let go of their real rights, which had to be sharp in the political wind.
And Rantz. Of the nobles... a man who knows how to perform on stage.
performer. He is called a teacher by the actor and is at the top of the list.
But I'm not in a good position to allow them that title.
If we do not continue to take the reins of self-production, we will fall into the puppets of the ministers.
... exactly, do you need to stab the nail.
(The boss who will be in charge in silence is more lackluster as we middle-class nobles)
I wonder about His Royal Highness Ashlaan.
(Hiro, are you the performer? Can you read the plot, color the mountain fields?
... Oh well. Should I understand it in that context?
It was on the political scene that Osam was blamed for the cabinet... and it was awkwardness.
Who performs it, just like that. It is natural to be asked how to perform.
Last spring, I was in charge of Bayajit and took control of Sir Soldier's Palace... it was unnoticed.
No, Marquis Cubi, a "young" cabinet member, noticed. There must have been many high-ranking officials who had broken through. For Ethan and Albert, who chose to be performers, the Dexters and the Cecils were also outnumbered in the first place.
But that was Hebo's performance of Sir Sergeant's Palace, who served from the script to the starring actor. The cabinet members, including the Marquis Cubi, also had burdens.
Above all, Bayajit and His Highness Aslan were the vessels starring.
Even with difficult problems, he said he was your brother there.
My performance, that's why. I could bring a smile to everyone.
Last fall, I was in charge of His Excellency, but...
He said it was a third class, no different from Sir Mutomi's Palace.
Without a twist, there is no hua. It was the young men of the military aristocracy who played it, which means there is no political "art" either.
Just pushing the claims of the military, an act of obsession that just stinks.
Even though we had to gather actors (players) widely from all parts of the relationship and let them have flowers.
"If you leave it to me," said that Mr. Osam.
Your work at Master Miyagi may be about polishing the breadth of the arts… or perhaps you should be aware of your context.
Drop your head behind Rossiu Chen first.
But for today, it's the theatre of our territorial counterparts.
I'm a billboard actor and a second actor.
The acting is excessive, just about as good as a dice.
Panmori Avenue, similar to the Lorraine Cross, if you turn left at the northern junction.
From here on out, I'm... half a fraud.
The script is finished.
The destination is the Basilica of Panmori, the Holy Divine Church.
There is also nothing special to say about the inauguration of the small synagogue, the "Constantia synagogue", which was completed last year… with a very small number of people, cautiously and secretly.
After finishing, I stood by to pay my respects to the affiliated hospital.
Among the Brotherhood crowd, take them around the best looking ones.
Though I wouldn't say.
If you look at it from the results, you're like, "Is that going to happen?"
Mother in trouble with Yin Yang dormitory because she was blessed with the daughter of a preacher (monk).
The hospital was informed in advance.
Should I call it "parenting neurosis"?
Everybody says he's after his daughter, trying to pull her away from himself.
Trapped by the thought, he injured his surroundings.
Even now that I've been separated from my daughter - although I can understand that I have an affair too, I'm not convinced by my mood - when I inadvertently remember my daughter, I say it's disruptive. That's what they were asking.
Comfortable bass emitters, warm-looking ministers speak.
"My lord and baron will have mercy on my mother and my son, and I will hide here in Panmori."
"Previous trials, reconciliation with Yin Yang dormitories are due to the mouthfeel of my lord"
"Your daughter has been blessed with a gift similar to Greek. If you think about the end of it, you should be careful with your education, right? Parental bias is in turn damaging to the child, and if you were born in an old house, your family heirloom would ask you to come."
And the dressed Baron, he smiles.
While I'm saddened by why fraudsters smile in neat stature.
"No. My mother's love is a noble thing.... hide in the realm and leave nurturing to certainty. I promise I will work on it so that we can live together again after adulthood. Don't you trust me? Cardinals are here now. In my presence, I hereby pledge"
Sign the parchment with the finest pen and seal it.
If you keep it with your mother.
It is the hire of a young woman preacher, no, the completion of enclosure.
"Mr. Hiro."
After finishing, Cardinal Piutsky turned this way.
Sometimes experienced, powerful "something" radiation.
I can take it without shame.
I do not intend to treat my child unhindered. I want my mother to get herself back, too.
I was suddenly attacked by a situation I never thought I would be guilty of.
One nodded under the Cardinal, but note. Add a word.
I have to add, his role.
"If you've been asked to grow up early, you won't find it difficult to remember how to use your face. But what I tend to lose sight of as I play what I desperately deserve on the spot. Often eventually we will have a great tragedy. We strongly recommend that you have the preconceptions to stand on your own when you are lost."
I lost my parents early. "It's happening" to me.
In fact, the reincarnated who stand around to familiarize themselves with society.
They have similarities in their behavior.
Cardinal Piutsky said that he had a great deal of difficulty in his youth?
But the thought of rebuilding the house and more than that. I continued to maintain my own needle by faith.
Calvin Dietrich, on the other hand, stands on the escort.
Like a child I wouldn't say...... but a pure man.
You need to learn how to use your face to go "up there," but......
"Hiro, there are ghosts all around you. Therefore, the I get advice before I lose sight of myself. I know it's salvation to possess so many, so many species."
Is the way of life that relies on stereotypes tough but brittle...?
After this, he planned to visit the Innocence Club.
Show equal treatment. Even with promises, the performance is indispensable. Even into the 21st century, the "look of discomfort" of the seat is as demanding.
That's why I invited Master Li to the inaugural ceremony.
He also has a role to play, and. Staring at Cardinal Piutsky.
"I'm fortunate to be able to invite you both to Iwamori."
Your lord also plays what he should be.