It was daunting... and mouthful.
I reconsidered that it was a matter to be handled internally and broke the tone.
"No, good day, Frederick. I was right to leave it to you. Special allowance, I'll colour it."
"Thank you. I didn't care. But thanks to you, Shaojun and I also had a lot of useful stories."
Pioneering mountain masses, creating settlements, fixing people, and protecting resources.
I still can't get my hands on it in the Karewala family for a while, but I just want to get some information.
"When you recovered, you moved it away from the building? Formally 'illegal immigrants', so take a body called house arrest."
Response as if you can reach the itch.
I accept the Lord's will... No, that's a Rants thought pattern.
Frederick, the idea is simply similar to mine.
"That's the thing."
Young man, he wants me to talk to the kids. That was the reason for the transfer.
"I hope you can help me with my extenuating circumstance. It's definitely beneficial for anyone who wants to be a civilian."
It's easy to collaborate because it's similar, although I appreciate it.
That's an extra word.
Frederick lay his eyes down.
He said I looked tough.
"Did you even hear about every wow? … keep the matter as my proposal"
"I gave it to you."
Though I could not help but pinch your conversation.
If the circumstances are known, I can return it to my friends again, to my alumni senior junior.
"I don't mind. No, rather, how well you come up with it... but forget it. You will not carry this matter. [M] It's my problem."
I was staring straight at this one.
It's not the Karewala Brotherhood Talley Run, young Frederick.
That's right.
This is not a matter of being a master, but of facing each other as a man.
I hope they didn't notice... and it wasn't something to bet on.
Soldiers, always prepare for the worst.
I thought you didn't know his name.
"I was keeping an eye on my family crest! He said he shined his eyes and met a fine man! He wants to know his name!
On the bright side... I was wondering if it was still suitable for civilian people around looking at you instead of martial arts arms or body twitching.
All that extra work on your head is a testament to being cornered, in my case.
"The soul of the triplets, no, rather..."
They must have heard you were dead. Did you ask for my father's back?
Did you think it must be a civilian man my mother misses?
Did you want to grow up early and make that mother feel better?
Even at a young age, he said it would be "a man's thought".
If you think of it there, maybe. A love knife made a noise in the sheath.
(Oh, I'm sure I'll exchange big. It's about taking a good look at him so he doesn't run wild)
It's a good story...... I shouldn't let you play with your thoughts anymore.
They don't think I'm listening properly.
The small figure in front of me swells big.
"Border violations, intelligence activities. It's a felony, right? Even I know about that!
"That's supposed to be quietly healing away. He's the talker for the youngsters...... oh, you can imagine. I'm talking to the Ministry of Civil Affairs."
There's no way I'm gonna let that happen. Running away is not a good story.
So I told him honestly.
"It's the man who tried to kill us!
Honest words, but reopening and paper heavy.
If they do that, they won't be able to stop it if they don't want to.
"I'm not serious! What if I was Chiharu?" Previous Man, "can you stay jealous? You have a past you tried to kill, and you can keep missing it?
Seriously.
I don't know exactly what that word means. I'm not even willing to poke around.
But our relationship, in the ordinary sense - even in the sense of Japanese - is not "serious".
Because that is a definite fact.
"Still Vito's father, Veronica. Whatever it used to be, I'm doing my job well now."
Shaojun Minbu, you must have called it a high fever. It's hard to say the name of a woman until it's common.
A man in his mid-twenties, at a time when he was in the new capital, his character, his sense of sin to hold. To Vito's age, her circumstances can quite hear a leak there.
Easy to follow guesses, etc. No, it follows.
Still.
We don't have to know each other, we don't have to be named.
I want you to meet with Vito, he says you should.
Because he was now just a man who made Frederick think so.
"It's an old sin, so it's dirt from the past, so forgive me? I'm trying to tell you that I would have a 'past' too!?
"Even I have a past!
I wipe my mouth and it fits in the main of the hall.
Both Akaius, Kai, and the naive Congregational Sacred Divinity people who are coming to Panmori.
"Enough, I won't ask!
I showed my back.
I don't rush out.
... because our relationship is not "serious".
I have to bury it, with muscle books.
He captured his arm and drew it.
The next morning.
I called Vito.
It was breathtaking. For the beauty of my dressed mother.
A child with a precaution was still approaching an adult.
"I hear you're encouraging academics, Vito. Frederick tells me."
My mother is distracted.
I still have kids left, I somehow learned a small relief about that.
"Do you want to be a civilian? of the Karewala Party, or the central government."
I finally saw this one.
Shining eyes. The mouth beneath it opens wide. To the fullest.
"Yes!"
"Why," I almost asked, stomping.
Even with kids...... no, it's a guy who's starting to grow up.
You shouldn't go in.
"Let's admit it. Let me take this."
Small. The smallest blade, to sharpen the write-off.
"Learn the details with Frederick. At the dawn of adulthood, the family name shall be given."
When I let the man from the People's Ministry go home alive, I decided to do so.
This is the filling to Veronica and Vito. Buried muscle books.
"Thank you. Happy! Encourage!"
Let the child say this, that's nobility.
Back of politics, keep a deal between men and women.
Neither lighting nor fright is in a good position to feel.
"Guests during their stay, I'll send them back today. On the face of it, 'the deportation of criminals'... but still, for once, I wanted to meet him. Bring him here."
"Yes, I did!
Excited for his first job, he shouted proudly of his unfamiliar words and rushed out.
I realized that was not appreciated and changed my pace to a small run in advance. While creating a stubborn face.
A woman dressed up as a flying beauty came softly to herself.
Wait for my son's signs to disappear.
"Isn't that strange? I wonder if you're young."
"Reunion with an old man, your chest bouncing?
They yelled at me if I wasn't even jealous, that payback...... no, I fixed it.
Even if it's late, it's better than not.
"I caught a much nicer guy, to 'zaa' him! Shall I say, 'Because thanks to Mr. Hiro, you've made me beautiful'?
As you can see everywhere, the "noble mistress" dialogue and manipulation.
Because you can't beat fear and hatred if you don't consolidate yourself into a falsehood, lean against a man and hide behind his back.
That's it, why are we trying to see each other?
No, if we were to let the man go home alive, this would be the natural conclusion.
It was a necessary decision for the house. but... I also think he's doing something harsh.
The man in the imagination looked like a thin, nervous line.
The man in front of him was sick and twisted, but with a tight torso over his robust ankle.
The burning face in the sun, the voice flowing out of its disappointing sticking jaw, was neither frightened nor trembling.
"I can't even thank you enough for visiting me despite violating the state border."
The raised gaze captured the samurai standing beside the lord.
The man's face was stunned and distorted, and he lost his mind.
... eventually reddened. Cheeks, eyelids.
"I have sinned. Any judgment will be sweet."
It's reopened, maybe just something.
Because nobility is often a creature.
But the emotions in his red eyelids only seemed delightful.
"God will not judge sin. The only thing I will try is a criminal act… exploring the border of Cognac (aka), which Your Majesty has deposited with me, and only breaking and entering without permission"
Eye on the refrained Vito.
"Let this man drive us to the border of Panforest."
A man should know, no matter what he tells you.
Thank you for saving the poor.
A word I sent to myself.
Allows a man to speak, that's the limit.
"Blessed is the strong heart that presented itself to save its weakness and challenged its difficulties."
I'm not a boy who's powerless and lost the pressure in the house.
No more tragedies.