Thus, the wise strive for light - to start over with a life in different worlds

We were walking in the shade choosing to stay out of their eyes as long as we could.

Of course, I am aware of the risk of choosing shade.

But I was also willing to use it this time.

If Nikolai wants to come here alone now, this is Scott and Manica, and I can pay him back.

Even if this is an overwhelmingly advantageous place for him.

But you understand the risk, or you don't realize where we are, I don't see him.

Besides, you've noticed you've been so careful, Charlotte talks to this one.

But her figure is Sylvia herself. Of course, we know we're not enemies.

Still, I hate myself for being alarmed against her.

"Lazareth, I don't think the Sage's Law is going to be too far-fetched right now."

"How can you say that?

"Their purpose is the elimination of the devil. And we have the same purpose now, with different means. Yeah, I don't think they'll be hostile."

"... Really?"

"... well, I know you can't be trusted"

... I wonder how much it was on my face.

I'm just a little sorry to her for making the eyebrows eight letters like trouble.

That's when Scott puts his hand on my shoulder.

"But we're being targeted by Mactoria and Peswen. Now that Charlotte is this body, I can't act conspicuously."

"... well, if that's what my father would say"

"Even if my father doesn't tell me, I want you to believe me about Charlotte..."

Scott grins like trouble, scratching his cheek.

In contrast, Sylvia mumbled in dissatisfaction.

"After all, can't I be trusted?

"... well, because we are formerly enemies. On the contrary, why would Mr. Charlotte want to trust me?

"Because Lazareth is a good man in value, similar to Mr. Scott. Because I don't believe in betraying you."

It makes me a little embarrassed, even as the side she was told, because she says so without a shy eye.

Manica talks to me like she's going after me when my face gets hot.

"Because, Lazareth. I knew Lazareth was sweet."

"... Manica, stop"

Is my attitude funny, Manica, who starts laughing with couscous?

I look away after staring at her like that.

Ahead, he met Ferres, who was pushing up the corner of his mouth with his fingers in both hands.

"... what are you doing?

"I'm laughing"

"Right hand, are you okay?

When I ask her, she snorts.

... even her with no emotions, to the point of being laughed at, now.

"Interesting?"

"I don't know. But I thought it was a laughing occasion."

"Hey, Lasalles, don't get off topic."

And Scott, smiling and watching Manica keep making fun of me.

Watching him like that, he waved desperately to deny his thoughts.

"No, I don't mean that...!

"So what are you going to do?

"... that's a little embarrassing. And thus it is said to face."

After a little thought, he opens his mouth with a snack.

"I was delighted. Lazareth grew up. I couldn't do anything parental."

"... that's not true"

"I do. That right arm, I'm sure he's had a hard life. That's when I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry."

"No, this is not my father's fault..."

But when he bows his head, he stops moving.

Having such trouble with him, Charlotte smiled.

"Hehe, parent-child love, that's good. I admire you."

"Mr. Charlotte, don't you want to make it?

"To make it, this body is a golem, so hey. It may be possible for an adopted child, but this body and life are all connected by a precarious spell."

"... it is"

Ferres looks away from Charlotte and sees Scott bowing his head.

When I wasn't sure what to say to him like that, he suddenly raised his head.

"... sorry, let me raise my head for a second"

"I didn't say lower it."

"Yes, you are."

"... more than one person here, a man with a sword, is approaching. I don't know if it's Peswen or Mactoria, but I'm pretty sure it's not Forse's."

When he tells us that, he turns to Charlotte.

"And this footstep is approaching this one without hesitation. Maybe we can help. [M] So... Manica, I want you to hide in the bush there."

"Huh?"

"You are unpredictable to them. So now I can go back to Forse. I want you to tell the king of Forse this when you see that most of them have cooled down."

"'I know who the devil is,' he said."

I can hear you swallow the saliva.

I don't know who rang that.

Still, it doesn't matter. He keeps talking.

"... does my uncle know who the devil is?

"Daimyo, I have a prediction. But I don't have enough evidence to say that right now."

"Okay. You can tell the king."

"Yeah. Please."

When he says that and waves at Manica, she runs straight back.

After dropping him off like that, he releases words to spit out, regrettably eating his teeth off.

"... Lazareth, I'm sorry, but it's going to be a little later to go help Sophia"

"... what do you mean?

"Maybe it's the Mactorian soldiers that are coming. But for that, their footsteps aren't heavy gear. Maybe you picked up the guests and gave them enough directives."

"... So what do you do?

"I regret it, but I just have to get caught. Resistance and escape are distrustful of them coming now. If that happens, it'll be tough to tell Mactoria what's going on. At first I thought it was my hand to disguise..."

He takes a glimpse of Ferres.

... Well, you won't.

Plus, there's my right arm.

Besides, if we're going to fight here and now, we have to consider putting her in danger.

"I don't know, Ferres, but I think what we're doing is cracking up to the Cyans."

……

From what I've seen, it's no surprise.

It is the law of the wise man who attacked us so obsessively and precisely where we are.

... but why?

If Cyan wanted to kill him, he should have killed him multiplied by the disturbance of ten years ago.

Why are you after me now?

That's when three men appeared in front of me, tearing apart the bushes.

They each have a sword in their regular outfit.

"Uh, Master Scott, may I come with you?

"... yeah, I don't mind"

"I picked you up. Your Majesty is waiting for you."

… Your Majesty.

The word was somewhat predictable.

I think he's a superficial king.

A scapegoat for not being able to put exploration into themselves.

So I guess I wasn't very good with the guidelines.

If the guidelines are good, they might take over the country.

"... ok. Let's go."

When Scott says so, we start heading to Mactoria.

... I want to see if Sophia is cheap, but I can't move now.

All I could do now was wish them well.