We attack like a hit-and-way and repeat the holidays. Yeah, it doesn't go any further, and I don't know what's going on. Master Calcirast looks up to the blue sky. I wonder what you're thinking. Blonde hair is in the wind.

"Mr. Maricana, isn't it annoying? It must be tough, huh?

"No, it's perfectly fine"

"Yeah, well, Mr. Maricana, isn't that annoying? It must be tough, huh?

"Oh, yes, yes, it's annoying."

Mr. Maelia's face, smiling narrowly at her eyes, is exactly an angel.

"Well, let's take a break. I've already climbed seven steps at a time. It's hard and natural."

It overlooked the city, which stretched beneath his eyes, sitting side by side on the stairs. There seems to be a lot of middle class houses around here. The royal castle also looks far away.