In mid-November, the kingdom hosts a soul-relieving (occasional shizuku) festival.
In the ancient world, when it was a "prayer for the health of the living through soul quenching" festival, did the spirit change gradually?
It is now close to what is called a "solace festival" - a sacrifice featuring ancestral spirits and the fallen in war.
Taichang (the lower organisation of the Normal Office. in charge of liturgy and sacrifice), the rear palace appears in the inner courtyard behind and steps on the dance. Wrap yourself in an old outfit.
I hear that its costume, which is only a dance and a rustic one, which is slightly too dull, mimics the heroic king and one of his parties at the time of his founding.
After leading those dancers, it is Baron Dufour, Lord Taichang, who reads out the festival.
Again, to Nils Dufour today, to that light man, I can't leave it to him.
Though I gently stroke my chest down that the first HR proposal I gave to anyone other than my subordinates was not wrong.
When I look at the painful and sincere condolences unique to Baron Dufour for the loss of his eldest son, I also feel embarrassed about such preservation.
I looked softly at His Excellency the Marquis of Dufour, who had refrained at His Majesty's side.
I wanted to think that it was acceptable.
And when the festival is over, we share the so-called "offering" with everyone in attendance. Together, a feast is held.
A welcoming place for ancestors alike to loosen their collars and make sure they're close.
People who identify their ancestors… Messengers are also sent by the haughters of South Ridge. The kingdom also sends out messengers over there. For this reason, the Normal Office and the Ministry of Regions are very busy.
After the festival takes place in the royal family, in each house - although each is subtly different depending on the ritual - the festival takes place.
(Even though you're in the world, it feels strange to be treated like a late ancestor. I'm not used to it yet)
Ariel has a subtle face in front of a small pyramid of cake treats that she tells me she loved her whole life.
"Is this offering... Big Uncle, huh? As far as the poetry and deeds left behind, you're an unhateable person. I suppose the history of the house will say," The Great Idiot Yarrow Who Cut the House Off. "
The anger that came to the history of the house was with the cry of Urahei's own heart.
Still, in front of the altar, it made me feel like I was going to fit in somewhere.
After all, it may be that the festival of the soul is held for the sake of the living - to protect their hearts - as it should be.
"I'll set up this year's house festival, head. The Kingsguard Squadron Leader would have to look everywhere, wouldn't he?
If the young man is at the head of His Majesty's ministry, he will be called to the festivities of every house.
I appreciate the concern.
"Please accompany Angelica, let's go."
She frowned when she was told, and she looked at her face uncomfortably.
The hosting of the sacrifice is the high authority of the Lord. It's not good for a branch to talk. Words are bad, but they are "mountain generals". There is a slight neglect around here.
I know no offense, so I reach for a pile of cakes and sweets. I'll throw one of my disrespects to your face.
"It's bad for the servants, but let's just say we get the liquor we serve at one toe. Angelica, too, see?"
Pass the cake and attract the altar jazz (liquor bowl).
Aromatic nose pounding scent. Panmori liquor is getting a little better too.
"Okay, just keep your mouth shut"
I was gently doing my hand on my stomach.
"Sorry, it was an important time"
He praised his shoulder and poured in only a few feelings when he could not say anything about the roughness of Chihiro.
I pour nothing into her father and stepfather's cup. The good thing about home festivals is that you don't have to worry about the head of the toast.
"To the ancestors who have connected houses, and to the ministers again."
"On the Great Uncle of the Crude"
"To the future of the Karewala family"
There was one call from each house that I could never take off.
For another person who is still in the world but is being festived.
In the virtually "one-week" Howell family, a grand festival was held.
In honor of the martial named Neville Howell - to the circle of those who will gather as a result - one guest after another visits.
The late Neville, whose superior officer must attend at all costs, is His Excellency the Commander of the Kingsguard Squadron. As a middle-class and zero-fine aristocrat, you can't miss the opportunity to connect your face.
Cyril Howell, the Führer, was approachable for entertaining troublesome visitors.
- I hear the skill of extraction appears in customer service.
- That looks good, Cyril.
- It would be unfair to compare it to you, brother.
Cyril had a smile on her face as she cramped her cheeks with the murmur that sounded unresponsive.
"This is Lieutenant General, no, Squadron Leader. Welcome aboard."
The first voice following such a stereotype is a slightly stronger word to use for festivals.
"If anything happens with South Ridge, I'll try to fry the Howell Party's name again."
I'll finish my speech. I'll take you back to greeting new visitors.
Instead, a guest walked over here. Slap one of Cyril's shoulders softly.
"I'm not in a hurry for kung fu. Wouldn't it be convincing if I spoke of it?
Emile Barberk, a foster parent of the Howell family.
There are many elders in the same period, and even the prestigious Norfolk Christians have refrained from doing so, and I think there is something about it. Though I had a bad feeling about it.
"At seventeen, Dr. Sentence, are you still in a hurry? Copy that. I'll rely on that intent."
All I'm saying is I took your word for it, and you're smiling quite a little bit.
Beyond that neat face, there's still one shadow I'm used to seeing.
"Neville, thank you very much."
You'll appreciate that, because if Neville's martial name is fried, so will his name. A messenger from South Ridge, as for you, Charles Valois, who is coming to the kingdom as his associate.
A small wave of discourse occurs in the venue. There was also a subtle gaze inside, but "no grudge" if it was a "grand one-horse race".
It is only by showing courtesy here that the noblemen of the army are in possession.
"If I apply for a one-horse deal now, will you take it? I'm never gonna take a pull."
(Cyril, you idiot! Where did that hateful margin go when I was alive! Now I just get insulted inside and out. Please, the future of the Howell family depends on you...)
What Neville screams in his brain. Screaming.
"Your lord. That. Again, it's not good"
My samurai Rants, who brought him here, also shows a grieving face.
He's in charge of Neville's samurai, not to mention the girl who heads Cyril's samurai.
Though I heard you congratulated me on this one.
"Cyril, your gaze at what's going on, it's cold. Those are the eyes of those who look into the gap.... Mr. Veronica?
"It's not even the eyes of a woman who wants to support her beloved man."
Neville turned away.
A girl who lost her first love was reborn into a woman who lives with ambition, from that cruel...... or natural fact.
(Don't be depressed, Neville. What's wrong with your usual strength?
(The Neville family and I are keeping an eye on her, so don't worry.)
When it comes to us, I'm not leaving you alone, Hiro.
(What do you think I put in the trouble for!
Yes. Pink had me painting.
One of the South Ridge Battles, make it look like a showdown.
In the center, Neville Howell makes cavalry raids with one party.
Emile on the hill and Cyril, who serves on its side.
In the corner of the painting, me flying the flag.
The coalition of the Four, in a width commemorating the war effort.
Showcasing and applause boiled down to the venue.
I know, half follow.
Still, I wanted to convince Cyril that Howell had feelings for one party.
"Chief Samurai, give you this one... Veronica!
There is a difference in identity, and a question of position that she is virtually Cyril's wife. Although I can't wait to hear about the fact that you can't give it directly from me.
Because soul control is the ritual you need for the living.
A portrait of Neville Howell depositing a bow with her daughter-in-law.
Wrap yourself in a small light outfit that stays the same throughout your life.
Turning his left arm around the shoulder of Hiro de Calewara standing next to him, he exchanged laughter......
Its right arm was stretched forward. A round of flowers in your hand.
Even with a smile on his face, Neville isn't looking at me at the end of his left eye.
With his right eye, he stares straight at the portrait viewer.
The head of the Howell family samurai cried out.
Hold the portrait in your arms.
Though Neville says he wants you to forget about yourself, etc.
I want you to remember.
You said you were loved. He said that many people still love him.