"Hey, how are you?
The entrance is always the same wording.
"Are you still being abused by Sahel? Should we go help him?
Tired of living that way, too?
Ah! This is the first time I've seen a dragon in my life!
You're a pretty white dragon, with red eyes like ruby. I don't know what to name her because she's a girl.
What do you think I'd like? I have to think of a pretty name for you.
Sui and Shen will be calm and good Cheng Long, he said. '
The girl's letter was not in Tice's words, but acknowledged in Cardinian that Shen had begun to teach.
"Shen is a good guy, but sometimes he's an awesome idiot. Before this, you told me I could cook too, but I almost had the wrong amount of oil and the inside was a volcanic fire!
Sui was also so mad at the village chief that he was shunned by the dragon clan's cunt. Are you crazy?
I wanted to show you that scene.
Then I grew taller.
Maybe one of these days I'll be bigger than you!
The letter is abruptly interrupted.
Without the greetings of the hour, it seems that it suddenly ends in Kiri.
"How long will it take?"
I accidentally looked for the little Kiri, and laughed bitterly that she couldn't even be there.
Sitting by the window, in the bright sun, following the letter with one more look. Yen loosens his expression and folds gently.
"He's in, but good news?
When I gave him my gaze, a tall man with brown skin stood in front of the door.
Behind me I can follow two beautiful lowercases like a girl. Yen stood up and saluted his master.
"Dear Isfan, is something wrong?
"Easy. He'll be taking a break."
For that matter, Yen's master follows him, inviting him.
... It's been almost a year since the Oasis was attacked by the bandits.
After burying Ethica's remains, Yen was serving the Isfans as they were invited.
Kiri, not wanting to cry and leave, entrusted Sui.
She is in the north mountain of Cardina...... in the settlement where the witches live.
"You're throwing me away!
Yen nodded at the furious girl. Yeah, I'll dump you, push all the blame on Suey. Run away from Kiri. And it's all rubbing. I don't think so.
But if you don't.
"The misfortune of coming after me, I'm sure. Kiri, you'll kill me too... I can't stand it '
What Yen turns his heart to, slips through its fingers.
I don't have it on hand.
So... when I told her to keep her distance, the satirical girl turned her back as she quickly changed her complexion.
"Yen's... Weak!! You'll definitely regret it later!!
Sui left in forgiveness of the crying kiri, and Yen dropped it off, blurring that he might be.
I get a letter from you two, but I haven't seen you.
No, but... I had no regrets.
Somewhere far away, if Sui and Kiri can live in peace, that's fine.
Then a year.
Put your place in the Knights owned by the Isfans, and go past the pales of the days.
"Is that a love sentence from Kiri?
"Yes, the dragon was born..."
Speaking as I recall, Isfan hits the gavel carelessly saying yes.
The boys bow their heads silently as they gently wave "You guys back" to the lowest surnames the lord was behind.
On leaving, I felt a beautiful boy with dark hair stealing me with strangely wet eyes, and Yen caressed a floating goosebump around his wrist unexpectedly.
Isfan looked funny comparing the boy's back to Yen on the rare face.
"You're a sinful one, too, Yen.... I was in love with you because you smile rarely."
"... ha"
"Why don't you just deal with him once? Give him as many memories as you want."
"I can't."
"Ha! He's pathetic too."
Isfan laughed uncommonly in her voice at the answer she couldn't get her hair in between.
Men are not uncommon in Tice.
Rather, few privileged classes think it is the preference of nobles and warriors to let beautiful boys serve and "educate" them and foster bonds.
All this seemed bad for Yen, who was born in Cardina.
Even when he was brought to play with the idea of ceding his last name to an Isfan at a liquor table after some merit, Yen solidified and gave him an old woman for a small time.
Asked why, saying it was because they were tired of the dishes they made, the Isfans and Sahels were laughing a lot, and their belly, Massoud, was stunned.
"Fair enough. I prefer your cleanliness."
"Thank you."
"I feel good walking with you."
It's an honor, my lord.
The chair fan laughed at me to give it back.
I'm not angry when they say you're the same jewel that adorns you.
Earlier lowlifes will probably be at his disposal, but chair fans only prefer beautiful women or girls till mid-teens mesmerized boys...
I don't sell my body, and if I can eat with this look, I'll appreciate all the praise.
"Massoud is back. I'll pick you up."
Yes, Yen nodded.
The West stinks of kina for a long time in the past year.
There are rumours and rumours that the Sahel's father, the king, was invaded by incurable diseases, and there are little royal groans everywhere. The next king and the sons of the king, who are seen as the next king, are busy pressing for each other in the center, and the strife of the provinces is unseen. I don't know how the center looks at civil strife and pretends not to see it...
The West is not a single rock in the first place.
One king ruled the west of the continent, ruled by several clans, as one nation, the others about 500 years ago. The dynasty changes its name again and again, as does the king's family.
Because it's a turbulent land, people are brilliant, clever, successful...
Isfan's belly-hearted massoud was stretching his mustache to his chest, cared for by an old man with a disappointing body. He looks like a good samurai at first sight, but once he's driven out to battlefield, his surroundings can be painted with blood.
"My lord, I have been away for a long time."
"That was later than planned. But I'm glad it was quiet without you."
"I missed you, does that mean?
I can slap the chair fans lightly because Massoud is one of his clans.
He briefly describes the war situation, and Isfan gives precise Argument Award instructions as he walks. The little man who showed up with Massoud is listening to the two conversations as he bows his head and clings.
The poor minister Nari's little man...... Nazil is a horribly memorable man, who will admit the two conversations to the documents later and issue them officially.
Apparently the reward Massoud received from his master was more than expected. He caressed his beard satisfactorily.
"Yen."
"Yes, General."
"I would have been free at home this time. Next time I'll take you too, wave your sword fully."
"We look forward to it"
"... you're gonna have fun next time, too, right? Anyway, that Khalifa is coming out. You were under him once, weren't you?
………… Khalifa, is it? "
Yen is the first son of his husband to come to the West Country to serve.
They almost killed me and kicked me out...
"I'll give you my neck! Work hard!
Kahee the old man laughed, and Isfan deliberately suppressed his ears.
This is the territory that has been happening so often lately... the target is Khalifa... It's been almost five years since I left there, but... do you still have what you see? There will be a Knights Commander who saved Yen.
And the female wolf singing in a beautiful voice...
"Is there someone you don't want to kill?
Cut in with the flat voice of a chair fan, Yen stopped moving for a moment.
"Zamamo"
I remember a woman laughing spirally... but still sparing herself about her?
... What do you think?
"It was a long time ago. I forgot."
Yeah, and my husband laughs with pleasure and hurries ahead.
Nazil shrugged his shoulder next to Yen, who was somehow left pompous.
I get to that because he started walking fast. Speaking of which, I was on a break, thinking I was eating up dinner but I was going to skip lunch today.
"You're in trouble next time, aren't you? If you lose your hand, you're weak or something. Massoud will make a scene. It's hard to go get the old lord's neck. If you have feelings, they suspect you have two hearts, and if you butcher the old lord, you will defame him as a man with no feelings around you, and ha! It's a lost cause."
"I'm not the old lord. He was banished before he became my husband."
"Well, how come again? Did you even use colour on the queen of the Khalifa bastards, my lady?"
Snorts at malicious snorts.
"It's an attempt. I should have put him to bed."
"Say it. Say it! Don't like it. You're the same guy."
Heck, Nazil threw up and threw it away..., then broke up with him for noticing something.
"Dad!
"Boy!!
Along with his tall voice, little Nazil's son calls to make sure he jumps and hugs him to his father.
The adorable boy, who has no resemblance to my father, looked at this one, not to mention when he noticed Yen.
"Hello"
"Hello, is it your father's welcome? She's smart."
If you look closely, families of soldiers show up all over the royal castle to pick you up. Some of them died in battle, so I hear grief.
Yen laughs bitterly when he sees Nazil repositioned to shield his son's sight so that the boy's gaze doesn't go that way.
This brilliant little man has bad guts, cruel and cruel.
Finally, I hate Yen, but he's sweet to his own son as if he were someone else.
"Yen, I'm glad you're back safe and sound."
Said innocently, Yen crouched in front of the boy and gazed.
"No? I left a message this time. You're with the boy."
"Are you with me?
"Oh, thanks to your father, I could relax and leave a message."
I was stared at by my round eyes, so I wanted to follow them and smile and hug them up.
Apparently the warm child twisted herself like a tickle, but didn't dislike it, so she stood up and laughed.
I feel my surroundings squeal for a moment but ignore Yen's smile and behavior as he is slapped in the pussy for being a man with no expression, and hurry ahead with Nazil with a squeaky face.
"How dare you look down on other people's sons..."
"Forgive me. I'm lonely and hungry for family love and doing it because I'm a pathetic manly man, huh? You could split it a little.... Boy is adorable. It's very different from some murky, bitter man who just hates... I guess your mother was beautiful"
Mutsa painful Nazil smashed her tongue.
The mother of his drowning son apparently died when he gave birth to his son.
"Hey! Is Mr. Yeung half dragon tribe?
"More or less like that."
"So one day you're gonna be a dragon and fly in the air?
"Dragon?"
"The Dragons will be dragons, won't they?
I don't think there's anything wrong with correcting the boy's mistake, and Yen twisted his neck.
"If you feel like it.... but it's a secret. Don't tell anyone."
Is the boy rare? Reach for Yen's hair.
Nazil broke as I kept walking as I let him.
I guess you don't want to attract people poorly. He briefed me briefly on the state of the war while I was there.
The center of the western country is busy fighting for succession.
The Lords of the region are also wondering whether to give it to the elder brother of the belligerents or to his second brother, who weighs heavily on internal affairs. Some lords say they try to get the country to recognize autonomy of their own territory by multiplying it by confusion over succession.
"Mr. Isfan wants to be neutral, not now."
Sahel was the only woman to bear the love of the present king.
She can't inherit because she's a woman. But if the king's health is restored, it may be that the king leaves a will in his favor to those with his sister on his side.
No, I'm also told that I haven't included it in my stomach at the moment...
So much love, Nazil said as if he had been somewhere spooked.
Though I can deduce that my son-in-law, Isfan, would like to take full advantage of his wife's prestige to be more advantageous... Yen remembered the rusty colored eyes of his chair fans.
It's not cold. It is not atrocious. There are voices that say you are a man of honor who knows reason.
Not that it's uninteresting.
Though he is an easy master to serve.
Yen is losing enough flexibility in her mind to be able to get someone to get a heart attack.
... would stay in this place if chair fans continue to be winning horses.
But if we're gonna lose, we're gonna have to run. I'm sorry.
Talking to Nazil parents and children for a while without any other love, a girl ran familiar with the patter and mild footsteps. Yen turned around aware of the wrinkles leaning between his eyebrows.
"Lord Yen! Your wife is here for you. Please come this way......!
"... No, it's time for me to go back to the side of the chair fans"
"Well!? Do you intend to take precedence over Mr Sahel over Mr Isfan? The princess will be angry! Come on!"
The samurai said out loud and found some of her surroundings sniffled. There are many things under Isfahan that dislike a bystander Sahel even if he doesn't put it in his mouth. I just want to say that it has nothing to do with my newcomer Yen, but for some reason Sahel likes me so Yen is chilled out by them.
"Let's come."
Yen returns Nazil's son to him and follows the samurai. Nazil laughed sarcastically and muttered small enough to work hard at best. Good luck and nothing...... Yen sighed inside and proceeded to walk.
"Excuse me, Master Sahel."
I glanced at the intense sweet smell that drifted when I entered the room.
Beyond the veil is a sleeping woman, two naked women with upper body in the same bed as her repeating obscure words, rocking up and down (...) in slow motion.
Yen opened the window as he sighed.
The air that was getting thinner and thinner every now and then.
You noticed the intruder, the woman who still left an obscenity utters words like a "uh," baby, and grabs Yen's hand. Yen relentlessly sprinkled the water on the women when she grabbed the vase that was nearby.
"Geez."
"Cold!"
"What are you doing!
As soon as they returned to me, the two women raised their faces - and noticed Yen and covered their breasts with their hands in a very bad way.
"It's a pretty good view though. I need to speak to Master Sahel, not you. - Get lost."
Speaking mercilessly, the girls weave their jackets, which had been stripped off, and leave the room with a sleaze. The samurai standing in front of the room smiled and waved at them.
The room was left with a samurai, Yen, and a sahel stretching out on the bed sloppily.
As I distance myself, I kneel down and speak to her.
"- You asked for me, Master Sahel?
"... yeah... there it is, Yen. I just called you, me."
Yen looked at the maid who refrained behind her as she opened the fluffy laughing sahel and felt the urge to throw it out the window. When the samurai enters the veil with a loving smile, she prepares the Lord's messy clothes.
"I thought you said you wanted to speak to Lord Yen, Princess."
"I don't know if I did. I don't remember."
Ahhh, and Sahel makes a huge stretch.
The loose, heavy scent drifting from the incense furnace on her side is not just incense.
Poor quality drugs.
Yen doesn't make any difference just because he thinks it smells nasty because he has a hard physical condition to work with hatred and drugs, but it just would be poisonous to people.
... and not as often as Sahel.
"I remember"
Sahel said with a still somewhere thick gaze.
A smooth white leg peeks from a limb that just weaves a long coat on the bare skin.
"- Next time, Isfan says he's meeting with Khalifa. On the battlefield. Did you hear that?
"… not directly from His Highness, but we have heard rumors"
Sahel snapped her throat.
"My men tell me a lot about Khalifa. He's the worst one, and he treats his wife badly too... Ever heard of him?
"No......"
I can't see the muscle path of the story.
When I gave him his face, he meshed with the delightful Sahel's eyes.
"Kill your temperamental true wife and treat the old stock knights who give their opinions coldly... you think you whipped your white back with suspicion of fornication against a young sideroom these days"
Whatever Khalifa might do, I can't read Sahel's intentions.
Sahel continued regardless of Yen's confusion.
"That side room is a woman with beautiful golden hair... singing like a bell or something!
………
"I heard you have a brave name that doesn't deserve that poor look, I just..."
Woman Wolf (ASEM) -.
Yen accidentally let his gaze swim to the nostalgic name he heard in an unexpected place —— Sahel grinned deeper.