Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

This is where it slides open.

Stained in brightly colored vitreous waters, Schutt touched the ceiling with his arms cleverly legged on the ladder in the green light of the "traveler" part of the stained glass ceiling, finding it an exit point.

Just find a place like a handshake and stick your finger in there.

"Gu."

Unexpectedly he speaks out, and when he exerts his strength, he makes a noise like a stone and sand rubbing against each other, sliding open the stained glass ceiling.

Stu pushed open as carefully as possible, opening only the space necessary for his body to be able to get through.

Legged next to the ladder, the boy further climbing the old red and black coat leaves his upper body first from the bottom of the "fountain" in the courtyard of the old lord's residence.

"Really, that's where the fountain is. Good."

Since the area where it is at the entrance and exit and the area where it forms the edge of the stained glass picture looks like it is made of iron frames, put your hands on it and turn on the recoil to get your body out on the fountain at once.

"Oops!"

The sound was all the way out, putting the soles of his shoes on top of a stained glass of iron frame in good shape, and Stu was standing up in a fountain out of water.

I leaned down and stared at Lord Robrow's secret base, but it was just dark, and I couldn't ask what was going on down there.

"If it rains, we should close it."

Yeah, I think I'd better do that too.

Stu meant to say it on his own, but a gun responds, a "partner" who can fit into his hips belt.

"I've been quiet for quite a while since your house arrived, what's wrong with you?"

"Stu, I'll talk to you while I pick up my brother.

Limited time. "

"That's right, too."

Stu steps on a stained glass of iron frame and tries to get out of the fountain.

As I tried to get my hands on the edge, I noticed it was missing.

"That's all you're missing here...... what the fuck!?

What surprised Stu was the aftertaste he had climbed from the secret base so far and his concern not to break the stained glass, but if you look at the courtyard of the old lord's mansion, it was rough all you want.

That's the courtyard where the remnants of last night's battle with Netsuerk and Rock, who descended Belzebule, remain intact.

The edge of the missing fountain was a missing place due to a lightning strike that served as a "stop" to the rock, which was a bell zebble.

"- What the hell, man?"

Shto gets his body out of the inside of the fountain with full vigilance.

Surprisingly, I will not forget to close the stained glass entrance from outside the fountain, but Schutt couldn't help but say the words out of his mouth.

After confirming that the stained glass door has been perfectly closed, Stu observes the courtyard, which is once again in disastrous condition.

On closer inspection, we found that some of the causes of the terrible conditions in the courtyard were due to the massive use of traps used to drive out beasts that were harmful to hunting and farming.

"What is a beast whose trap runs so far?.

They haven't even reported it.

I don't have time for this. "

Maybe there's a trap still hanging around.

With vigilance, Stu proceeded carefully from the courtyard to the corridor that separated him from the outside.

The rough courtyard is even more muddy (muddy) due to heavy rainfall since last night, and in some places Stu is likely to be lightly taken off by the mud.

"This is hard to clean up with Mr. Locke"

It was the name of the old butler, who was gentle and harsh on us, who was spouting naturally as the mud took his feet.

And as a matter of course, even though I have myself in the mood to help clean up the courtyard, my leg stops once and for all.

"Mr. Krabel, it must be hard to clean up after..."

- Stu.

Dare I say it again, walking again, walking wide (cool) through the rough courtyard, and when I reached the corridor, the sky flashed white.

"Thunder?!"

In the next moment, you will not flutter, but a thunderbolt will strike the cloudy sky.

"It's good to keep the" secret base "door closed.

Ato's scared of thunder, and your daughter won't be happy with thunder. "

Now be the perfect solo and proceed towards the entrance to the former Lordship's residence.

Shoes all over the mud, stepped on jade gravel, instantly Stu can stop again by surprise.

"Really, what..."

From the old lord's mansion, which is built on a small high hill, a few lights run over the cloudy sky above it when you look at the gates.

And there was a creature in the gray clouds that Shut had bare and had never seen before.

It was a circumstance in which one could observe that even Stu, who was not comfortable with magic, had happened because of the extensive sorcery rituals being performed.

"Stu, let's just go to the new lord's mansion.

I have to keep my promise to that young lady. "

"I know. Pretty good, you."

"You have to be always nice to ladies. As a gentleman, of course."

Hearing the distracted words of the gun, I'm in a small high hill, so...

Having thought of it that way, Stu, looking over the territory, did not see the figure of a person on the road called the road to say it was before noon.

Under the cloudy sky (under), the light of the sun is blocked and in the dark, strong winds blow in the proud territory when it is beautiful in a valley that seems deserted.

"If the people of Robrow need it even on rainy days, they can weave rain gear and work."

I reminded Muscari of the story he also told me when he arrived on this land and introduced himself.

(They're all rituals and thunder, so they're just pulling into the house?)

"I don't care if I'm still a freshly employed young man."

Wondering that there was no shadow at all, he replied lightly to his partner and Stu began walking down the road to the new Lords' residence, which was a ramp.

Slip a few times along the way, but without managing to fall, let your breath bounce to reach a special victory for the servants of the new Lordship's mansion.

Next to the casual entrance, there was a washing area for dropping mud from the shoes, where he pressed the hand pump, water out and washed off the zab and mud from the shoes.

"Hey, Stu. It's too quiet, don't you think?

- You're right.

A rag placed for wiping up placed on the side of the pump, Schutt shares the opinions of the gun while wiping the dripping shoes.

Slowly putting the rag back in place, Stu carefully opened his hand and stepped into the new Lordship's residence.

"Hey, I have an appointment with your daughter, but can I go check on Martha on the number?.

I know we're all paying for the ritual, but... "

With so much chest noise that the words didn't last, Stu asked the gun.

Fine. I'm worried about that cheerful little lady, too.

Hear the gun reply No, Stu runs into Martha's "castle", the kitchen, down the hallway where he was instructed not to run.

"Think about it, you've known Mr. Martha for a long time."

"Yeah, I know you very well.

Because she was also, in a way, a person in a position similar to Van.

But he's a clean man... "

"Do you know what's clean somehow -!?"

Stu was surprised that the door was small open at the kitchen entrance.

"Mr. Martha!?

It was unusual for Martha, who was lavish and clear about everyone, to be halfway through the kitchen door.

Above all, even if we've just spent the last few days together that she doesn't like that attitude or the state, Stu understands.

"Cora, keep the door shut properly!

I have witnessed not only Shto but also several other servants scolding him that way.

By the way, Ato was the only servant not scolded by Martha when it came to opening and closing doors, showing "restraint" in that respect.

And Martha is thorough enough to keep the door fully open and even the stopper so as not to disturb everyone living in the Lords' Mansion when opening it or cleaning it.

So, even if it was just a "slightly open state," I assumed that something had happened to Mother Xiao, and Shut opened the kitchen door roughly just slightly open and ran inside.

A small, plump Martha is falling into a depression in front of a fire-extinguished bamboo.

"Mr. Martha!?

Calling his name again. Stu rushes over, lifts the fleshy Martha off his shoulder, and wakes him up.

From the old lady's steady throat movement and the breath leaking out of her mouth and nose, Stu leaked a relieved breath knowing she was just unconscious.

"I'm breathing - I'm alive"

Stu, calm down. Mr. Martha doesn't fuck around easily. "

"Shut up."

Martha in Shut's arms groaned when she answered the gun's words abusively.

"Mr. Martha! Are you ok!?

"That voice is - sht, isn't it?

Without Martha opening her eyes, she asks in Schutt's arms.

"Mr. Martha, is something wrong?

"I don't know that, but suddenly I want to sleep.

But after the ritual, everyone would be hungry, so I was in the mood to cook lunch...

I really wanted to get some sleep so I could get sucked in.

The only fire is dangerous, so if you don't drop it, put out the fire desperately... "

So Martha separates words.

Are you saying he was put to sleep?

With that in mind, Martha shudders a little when she touches the red and black coat.

"Stu, maybe the" coat "you're wearing right now is what the first generation was wearing?

Martha asked Stu, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Yes, but you're closing your eyes, but you just feel it. What coat...?

Besides, Mr. Martha, why don't you open your eyes?

No, maybe Martha can't open her eyes, Stu.

"?. What do you mean?

Schutt looks strange and speaks to the gun on his hips belt.

"Apparently, the amulet, similar to the first generation's flirting, is activated."

Even though I didn't really understand the meaning of the gun's words, I continued until Martha and uttered the incomprehensible words of meaning to Stu.

"- What does that mean?

Intending to ask both the gun and Martha, Stu opened his mouth.

"Which, I'll explain, will you show me to the chair in the break room?.

Short story. "

"Uh, can you stand then?

To Stu's words, Martha nipped up the edge of her mouth.

"Your ankles are still strong."

After many years of protecting him, he stood up forcefully and forcefully on his own with his hands on the floor, taking his body away from Stu.

But the moment I get up, the fluffy, small, but plump number will melt away.

Hastily hold Martha's shoulder as Stu supports her.

"Aren't you okay!!"

"Oh, don't worry about it.

I'm not sick of this, I just couldn't balance it because I'm blind.

Let me show you to your chair. "

To a newcomer servant who spoke out full of worry, Martha pounded her hand, which was supporting her with a bitter smile, with the hands of the best worker in the Lordship's residence, so that she could forgive her.

"Okay, this way, Mr. Martha."

Stu grabs Martha's arm intact, which he took to support, and takes her to her break room.

I don't have much time, but I haven't been able to leave my little lady alone, who in a way resembles Eliphas, who thinks she's "the greatest person" since my brother got here.

Most importantly, I was even concerned about what Martha called a "not long story".

"Mr. Martha, chair, I'll get you out."

Pulling a gagged chair, Stu takes Martha's hand and lets it touch a cushion made of patchwork with the season.

As soon as he touched the cushion he was familiar with, the old man's token kept his eyes closed with a heartfelt expression.

"Thank you, Stu. I'm fine now."

I lowered my hips to the chair with Dosari and exhaled.

"Well, all I can tell you is what happened once before when I was in this state."

Martha slammed him into the chair and quickly began to say "short stories" while keeping a successful arm on a table with a patchwork cross.

"- When it was before, what time was it?

The cook, who had been able to use it with just one unchanging attitude for all three generations of Lobo's lords, opened his mouth with his eye lid closed and a slightly more difficult face.

"I also want to know more about what the first generation told me later.

Now, Lord Apricot told me about a burn to his face.

The first generation took Apricot's brother and five daughters to see Robrow's prized autumn valley, still living in the former Lordship's mansion.

Karin hasn't been feeling well since the vans were gone, and she was off that day.

Young Apricot seemed really happy to be able to single-handedly his father, Mr. Ban and Mr. Cinellaria.

We were leaving messages together, and I saw them, and I remember them. "

Martha breathed once and exhaled with her hands together on a patchwork tablecloth.

"In a pleasant atmosphere, Master Apricot in a garden with a beautiful bloom of cosmos put hot water on his face in an attempt to brew tea with his wife Cinellaria.

Just then, the first generation forgot something or something, and by chance they were coming back, and I immediately went to the courtyard to hear Cinellaria scream.

The first generation can use magic tricks that aggressively urge them to sleep to relieve Apricot's pain.

But you must have been in a rush for boulders.

I fell asleep to the point where something too powerful of a technique could faint without the witchcraft of the mansion. "

"The only thing I knew about witchcraft... was that I couldn't sleep"

Martha loosens the hand she was putting together to put her thick but clever looking finger on her forehead.

"Right... because the help of the first generation was really awesome.

It must have been Mr. Ban, who was educating himself to become a lord, and Mr. Locke, the first deacon to follow him. "

"Apricot came back with hot water in his face and the first generation took care of him, as Pean remembered.

The only thing that really hurt Apricot is the keroid with the burn on his right hand.

But Martha must be watching Kelloyd, and it's true that Van's wife screamed. "

After Martha's story of the explanation, she talks to Stu so that the gun can supplement the explanation.

(That sounds like some kind of lie Mr. Netuak is saying.)

[If you're going to lie, let the book seep a little "truth".

Because that makes it easier to create shapes and make it easier for them to believe you]

Martha had also accepted it because there were certain truths that she had seen specifically, even in her later memories.

Because the Vinegar family was full of circumstances in which these sad events were not strange.

"Then why can't Martha open her eyes now?"

Really? I tried to go on, but when I remembered the face of Apricot's "Kelloyd," Shut up.

If you treat bad skin with burns, you may find it painful to look at it.

Moreover, in Martha's memory, it is the face of a young girl who is burned.

Martha, who had already figured out why she couldn't open her mouth by shutting her mouth, had rarely closed her eyes with a weak face.

"It's exactly what you came up with.

My granddaughter has become so painful.

I'm shocked by the way it looks and above all by Master Apricot around me.

The first generation used "blind" magic as they continued to encourage sleep until the treatment of burns was complete.

Well, that was about half a day, so don't worry. "

Martha laughs bitterly as Stu cages and speaks with too many worrying emotions.

Then I started talking to Stu about the core of the "short story".

"And the first generation was when" these things "happened again.

Dear Hall - Before Lord Ban takes his place, when building a new Lordship Mansion, this place also has an "unbearable amount of grief and pain".

It incorporates a design that activates the "Everyone falls asleep" technique that Apricot used when he was burned.

Though the first generation had been flirtatious, even in somewhat difficult terms, "if you don't keep up with your youthfulness and strength" to "properly" as "sentoku".

You were right. "

Martha mumbles about it like she misses it, but Stu panics.

"Well, it doesn't mean that someone might be suffering inside this new lord's mansion right now... oh, but if he's" proficient, "he's asleep?

"Oh, I guess that's what happens."

I can't see Martha panicking with wonder.

"Mr. Martha, I'm calm to the point, but why not?.

Even though I know how the surgery works, I think the conditions for it to move are quite heavy... "

As Stu honestly told her feelings, Martha gently raised the edge of her mouth quietly.

"I'll be honest with you, too, about the sadness that the surgery seems to be moving... and the pain."

Inside the calm Martha's voice, loneliness seeped.

"Do you have any idea"

I have more than double my life experience at my leisure, and I sht listen to Martha's words of clean attitude to everyone.

"If you're sad, well, what do you say?

As for the beautiful nobleman who came from Wang Du, he said give up because he has no pulse, and it may belong to the heartbroken maids' love heart.

I've been in love with one person for a long time.

I've heard your name, but I haven't seen your face, but Master Padrick seems to be very beautiful. "

With his eyes closed again, Stu gazed at Martha with a bitter laugh.

"Oh, is it heartbreak..."

It was unexpected to Stu that grief was heartbreak, and all I could say was such a gavel.

I just figured what Martha was saying was just a prerequisite, and I waited for my next statement.

Eventually it looks unusual for a clean lady - opening her mouth lost.

"Shut up. Mr. Locke's still here, isn't he?

"... Oh, yes. You're still on the floor."

I couldn't react as soon as they told me, but I managed to fix it and Stu replies.

I wonder how you're going to tell Mr. Netsuerk and Mr. Martha about Mr. Locke.

I haven't been able to tell Martha about Rock yet.

I really don't know how Martha would take it if she told the truth as it is.

And when it came to men and women who were ill enough to take care of the rocks on the floor, but not their families, Martha was only able to eat and wash fine for years of "company" in a land called Loblau, which was loud.

So it was Stu and Ato working hard to carry Rock's meal.

But Shto is busy getting Apricot's assistant job in, or getting used up by the muscari before "pus draining".

Ato said Ato was entrusted with the work he could do at Ato, and the apprentice butlers were busy with each of them.

Therefore, the medical attention of a senior deacon who was ill and able to sleep continued to be unsatisfactory.

In the end, he was not imprisoned by the fence of the land - "Eliphas, a friend of the lord's," which assisted him in replacing the butler's job, while also taking care of Rock.

And since last night, the location of both the locks has been unknown.

"- Mr. Rock may look young, but he's an elderly man."

Martha's words are gradually turning into "worrying" things.

Perhaps even if this lady in the pocket told her that Locke had died the other day, she would accept it lightly in a way.

"To Still Young St, though it may be a bit of a hard story.

Older people sometimes get picked up from heaven once they get sick and fall asleep unbelievably injured. "

Martha slowly tells Stu in an attitude that also looks sorry.

"Well, then, did Mr. Martha say that Mr. Locke... might have died?

Martha nodded slowly with her eyes closed to the words Shto put out impatiently.

"Oh, because I know that Mr. Rock is old enough not to wonder if he doesn't wake up from his bedroom now or tomorrow.

And I also think that the death would be an unbearable grief for the person who took care of him - Master Apricot and the other servants.

At least I am. "

That's what Martha said, sipping her nose.

Martha's a really clean man, so if Stu checks in Rock's room now and tells him he's dead, he'll believe it. "

Stu nodded small to the whispering words from the gun that could be delivered to his waist belt.

And I understand the "natural end as a person" that Netuk is committed to for rock.

"Oh, you're being rude to Mr. Locke, even though I haven't checked yet."

Though her eyes were closed, she cleverly grabbed them onto a piece of shredded paper that she had set aside on the table, and Martha gently poured the chrysanthemum.

"Oh, so, what do you have in mind about" the pain you can't stand "?

Stu remembers Martha saying, "I know both of them."

Martha nodded slowly.

"You too, either way, I feel like the first generation was prepared for Mr. Rock..."

"Also, is it Mr. Rock?

Unexpectedly, Stu becomes puzzled by a person called the First Lords.

Martha was only the voice of Stu, and she was well absorbed in her feelings.

"The first generation thought Mr. Rock was a really important person, although he also cared about his family.

Because of Mr. Locke, Mr. Peane was able to do something about Lord Robrow's work, which had been made peaceful.

"Martha, I don't have to run away from this land and my family because I have Rock."

In the kitchen of the old lord's mansion, the cook recalls Pean Vinegar, old and bright white, sitting on the chair opposite himself and saying so.

Once at the old lord's mansion, it was the pean that made me a chair to go with this tableck with the excess lumber.

When the servant told me that a powerful girl had entered the kitchen, he quickly liked the trail of a curious flirtatious lord along one side, a prestigious cook's little girl who would not hesitate to scold him for not closing the door properly by visiting the kitchen herself.

I just had extra sturdy wood I used in my research, so I'll build a table and chair for the prestigious girl.

Karin, my wife, who has since been married, also gave me a tablecloth made of patchwork that was my hobby and a cover to attach to a chair made of patchwork as well.

Karin's was a patchwork piece that her daughters were half-enforced to hear, not knowing where she was going to buy it from, "rumors about her son's daughter-in-law, who had just arrived with a daughter-in-law" as much as possible.

It was made on a gentle green tone to calm your feelings so that you wouldn't be bothered by rumors without roots or leaves - the kindness of a person named Karin Vinegar was also copied into the work.

When this desk, chair and patchwork cover was still made.

The days of relative serenity passed when the power and majesty of the first peans "lived.

In that, I remembered the "fright" that I didn't have to remember as my "daughter-in-law" who would do something I couldn't do.

I listen to my daughters as hard as I can.

Then Lady Lordship was drawn to the "there" side so that she could be caught by the mud in the swamp.

And decision hitting was about Cinellaria being pregnant again.

If it was "two boys," the majesty of Karin's "Lady Lordship of the Vinegar Family" was preserved by denigrating (scolding) at the bottom of her heart even if it was not on the table that "the girl could not bear and there was no glamour".

But lightly Cinellaria is pregnant. Moreover, according to a doctor's report, it is the twin girls who are in the belly.

Living away, the sons and their wives showed proper courtesy, showing their faces during the seasons and events, and never denigrating Karin.

The first Lady Lordship's heart sways at the words of her daughters, who return home more than necessary to "be the daughter-in-law of the trail" even though she has only a regular attitude to "common sense".

I'm trying to give birth to two girls at once, the daughter-in-law of my son, who seems to be the only one who could win by doing what I couldn't do graciously.

My husband, the butler whose husband is as cute and firm as my brother and helps me with Karin, is usually happy that this makes Vinegar cheap.

Never do anything to blame Karin.

(Now, good… because this is the everyday "world without war" that the lord wanted)

Karin, who so diligently tells herself, hears a malicious conversation between her daughters.

"Now, if you were a girl, you'd only be a mistress with two boys and one girl."

"It's hard to give birth to twins, and I used to be abominable, so let's not..."

She laughed with couscous and stunned her mother with a little bit of her daughters talking about all the things she really liked in her mouth.

[If my son's daughter-in-law gets out of business at the next birth, can I wipe this feeling?

A very dark voice echoed in Karin's heart.

At midnight, Karin was visiting a place where she was pressed not to touch too much because it was dangerous, even the books her husband, who was also a sage, kept messy.

Because I really trusted my wife, Pean was telling her that verbally alone.

I go into a room of books describing all that sorcery that could take my life, not to be seen, wearing a red and black coat from my head, made of myself and the butler's lock, which my husband loves to use.

Karin reaches out to the dangers and the books taught to her husband as she trembles in the dark night, thinking of her husband as "a boxed daughter and an unknown, frightened but tenderly adorable wife who likes to sew.

'- It's Mrs. Karin, isn't it?.

What's the matter, get your husband's coat on.

What are you doing?

A brilliant butler who doesn't make me feel any signs - Rock was holding a lamp in one hand for the night around, and he was speaking to Karin.

And this was really just a coincidence that there was a timing.

Karin was called by the lock and slipped out of her hips, dropping the red and black coat from her head onto the floor, illuminating herself on the spot with a lamp.

(- seen!? To Rock, loyal to the lord everywhere, to that man...)

Even though Karin knew it was a great scare, Rock approached her with a sorry look on her face.

I first fell to the floor, picked up the red and black coat I made with Karin for Pean, and then approached the Lord's Lady's side even more.

'Mrs. Karin, I'm sorry I surprised you.

But this book is very dangerous to handle.

If you have anything to look into, I... '

That's what I say, on one knee. The butler reaches out to the Lady Lordship.

Basin!!

Karin struck and bounced her hand, which seemed as if it had been stretched out of the darkness, with a trembling hand.

Karin, illuminated by the lamp, has a cup of tears in her eyes and looks like she's about to cry out, and Rock can only be confused.

And the butler rose up in confusion and left the room.

The next day, one of the twins in Cinellaria's belly was notified by a van living on the edge of the territory by an early horse that something unfortunate had happened.

- Well, let's hope the rest of us are born healthy.

Rock, give the van and cineralia-- '

Only Locke, who was listening to the instructions, had noticed Karin listening to the words of her husband, who sat in the lord's chair and said them, in a chair beside him while turning bright blue.

"- Rock, what's wrong?

Always had a calm butler with a worrying look on his face, staring at his wife beside him.

'My lord, I'm sorry, but I don't feel great.

Sorry, excuse me. '

As soon as Pean asked Locke, Karin stood up and walked out of the room.

Pean noticed that there was some groove between his wife and the butler, but he didn't know the definitive reason.

I tried being a butler, but I just saw the Lady Lordship in the dangerous book room at midnight. So, I don't know.

I didn't do as much as expose the extra evil push, but then Karin started avoiding locking as unnecessarily, but neither the lock nor the pean knew why.

Then a few months pass within Uyamuya and the story arrives that Cinellaria gave birth to a girl safely.

Karin had a relieved, joyful look for the first time in a long time when she heard the story that the girl she was born with was very healthy and overflowing with magic that made her grandfather, Pean Vinegar, feel one scale from birth.

The postpartum days were good, the neck sat down, and still took care of the mother and the baby. For the first time, gradually after three months of age, he returned to the former Lordship's residence in Robrow.

Just when I came to the old lord's mansion, the woman who would be Van's wife, Cinellaria, looked both peany and rocky as she was tired for a long time.

Pean, Rock, and Karin were blaming Cinellaria for losing one of the twins.

Besides, even with the kind of rhetoric that Karin had designed - as if she had "just spoken for her mother's feelings" - she was trying to hunt down Cinellaria.

There were extra seeds sprouting in our depository.

And the daughters, who scattered the seeds of the gargle and were only going to be "on my mother's side," even more vomit as if her mother, Karin, had made them say.

[This baby, Apricot, really looks just like Mother Karin]

[It's like one of the twins was taken away, so maybe he's going to "be like his mother, even if it's mean"]

[Well, because they took one crack of my life, to express that grudge, to Mother Karin - you resemble your grandmother.]

- I don't even know that word will hunt down Karin, not just Cinellaria, but her mother, and the women who will be Apricot's aunts will throw up words.

To not many of their daughters' words, Pean uttered strong words of admonition, but the daughters, who prevailed and consolidated in number, utterly gave no colour for reflection.

My daughters watch Pean speak the words of labor to Cinellaria, who stares at the baby apricots and stretches them out, not to be funny again.

It was still rock that I noticed Karin hiding her bright blue face with a fan on that side.

[Because they took one crack of my life, to express that resentment, to Mother Karin - similar to your grandmother]

I tremble from the bottom of my heart at the words my daughter said with the feeling that it was just a play.

Because they took one crack, Karin's granddaughter was born with her own face to convey the resentment.

(No, no, no, - no. I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!)

'Ma'am, are you okay?

Karin was frightened by the clear eyes that worried her straight about herself without questioning anything about Rock.

- Ma'am, if you join the deciding army, you will rule Master Pean, and I will do my best to make peace so that the territorial lobby can be wrapped in peace.

Ma'am, I'd like you to take care of the house.

Locke's unspoilt words when we made coats together for Pean tightened Karin's heart this time.

And a few days after the vans returned to their original residence again.

Karin tries to burn the red and black coat that her beloved husband cherishes, made with Rock, by placing it on the edge of the fountain in the courtyard of the old lord's residence.

Fuel was applied in large quantities with a red and black coat.

Always at his fingertips sewing gently, he tried to light a fire on the red and black coat with awkward sorcery.

'- Karin?, what are you doing... Karin!?

Lordship Pean represented himself in the courtyard and in the corridor that bordered the outside.

That day, Pean had also noticed that his wife's complexion had not been superior since his son and his wife left, but he was an arrow tip he had been concerned about, especially since he had the face he had thought of.

From his wife's fingertips, the flame, packed with all sorts of hatred and sorrow, looked like a pean, even as a tear.

And seeing the flames zero from his fingertips, Pean runs through the courtyard with such agility that he is generally unthinkable from his supposedly old age.

(Only coat (s) should not be burned)

The "wise man" believed that his wife and the butler who was loyal to him made that "coat" with a smile, which must be like a "crystal" symbolizing what people needed to live in peace.

The coat was created by overlapping the "personality" with the ingenious appearance, rather than caring for each other, monopolizing, and then making it rarely equal.

Pick up the coat placed on the edge of the fountain before the fire overflows.

However, the fuel, which had been sprayed in large quantities, rested on pean clothing, and the overflowing fire ignited and burned up.

After the pean, Rock, who came to the courtyard, accidentally stopped moving just for a moment, rushing toward someone who burned up haphazardly.

Rock is in a hurry, and Karin calls the name of her husband, who is screaming and flaming.

"Sir!?

"Lord!?

"Daiji..."

Before I said, Pean had fallen into the fountain with a flame-wrapped body, along with a water noise called Bashan.

Immediately with the sound of the fire extinguishing, Pean spoke out, wetting his head full of gray hair from the fountain into the water and holding his coat, representing himself.

"Ah, I was surprised by the boulder -"

It's like the experiment I did failed, it's just that reaction, and Pean comes out of the fountain with a flood of water, holding a red and black coat made by two people.

I bathed a lot of fuel and the first part of my torched upper body seemed to go around the fire fast enough to see my skin.

- You mean the fire was so strong?

After seeing only a few sharp eyes and the area where his skin became visible (revealed), Pean saw his own wife sitting on the ground in the courtyard.

"Sir, are you hurt -?!"

Stop Rock's worried voice as he rushes over, staring at the red and black coat that was safe.

"Karin, why are you doing this?"

Pean doesn't dare say anything about trying to burn his coat, but the clever butler perceives what has happened out of the situation.

And look stunned at the wet red and black coat and the woman who is the husband's companion who made it together.

At the moment of being stuck in the lock, Karin let the earth of the courtyard soften her own fingers into it.

'- I couldn't stand it.

I grew up with too many ugly minds in me. "

'- Oh no, isn't your wife well served and come with proper inner help!?.

What's causing your wife so much trouble?

With that word, Karin finds out that Locke has no dust or suspicious mind about once going to a dangerous magic book storage place at night.

After all, I'm the only one who's changed.

When I created the coat, I was in the same place and decided to support the one who would be Lord with me as my "wife" and the one who would be surprised beside me as my lord's "butler".

"Rock can keep what he promised without distorting me since then, but I..."

I was stuck in my place called "Lady Lords".

I was jealous of the daughter-in-law of my son, who made it easy for me to have two boys.

And I was afraid that I would have even given birth to a girl and perfectly perform a "job" that I could not fulfill as "wife of a lord of nobility".

That's why I was taught because I trust you, that where there are magic books that can even take people's lives, I tried to get my precious coat out of my head and reach for it.

- That's it, I'm Chasing Itaikanaide.

- Kokoha "splendid Mrs. Lobrow" ha, I no "proud" nano.

Bottom a large grain of tears, and cast them into the earth, and Locke shakes his head small in Karin's spoken words.

'So, but didn't your wife even touch the magic book?

Besides, everyone has dark feelings in their hearts.

Your wife can blame you for anything, so no. "

If that's how you felt to say it, Rock was also made to see it again and again, in front of Gloriosa, the four heroes of Peace.

Many times I was shown the smile of the stretchy Lord, who would not meddle in front of me.

Easily in the mind and "beside" of the bigoted and famous sage Pean, the young man with the fierce eyes of dark hair had entered and become "best friend".

I'm attracted to the charisma of the "king," Sage found out.

That's something I really, really regret about young people who have been on my side for years and pledge their sincere loyalty.

But it wasn't just personal, and Rock knew it was only in the way to create the "world of peace" that Peace Four Heroes and Pean were aiming for, so he held back the feeling of jealousy.

"You're not the only one who's troubled by the darkness of your heart."

Such feelings of anger and sadness made Rock hold against Karin for the first time.

Still, a woman named Karin chooses rational words and speaks words of encouragement because she knew she wasn't raised without the public knowing she wanted to.

"Let's be coincidental about Van's children and Apricot.

The twins, in some cases, are in medical books. "

But the straightforward words of diligent encouragement overwhelmed Karin.

Now that he has figured it out, Pean shows his wide palm and makes him stop the butler's words trying to inspire him and say them to his wife.

"Karin, well, that was hard."

"- Sir."

The sadly groaning rock was offered a wet red and black coat from the pean.

'Rock, I'm sorry, but will you let Karin and I go?

And take care of this coat.

Because it's really important to me. '

Karin wept once again at the word "precious," and Rock could only take his coat.

"- I'm in awe"

I finally replied that much, got a wet coat in the water, and Locke bows his head.

When the butler raised his head again, the wise man did not miss the wet coat of moisture staining his sleeves and tears in Rock's eyes as well.

"The first lord had certainly noticed that Mr. Locke was hurt.

But I also knew that Karin's heart was delicate and that if she didn't take care of it then she would bear the deep hand of her life.

So I apologize to Mr. Locke, but he put up with someone he could put up with… that's what he said. "

I can easily recall Martha's troubled first lord when she still spoke at this table and in her chair.

"If I was in the same position as my first lord, I might have.

But not in lieu of that, but if your wife has settled down, I want you to apologize and thank Mr. Rock as much as I can for putting up with her. "

That's it, Stu's words stopped.

"This" mechanism "is some kind of apology to Mr. Locke for his broken heart -"

"I think I have that, too.

Most importantly, that was harder.

The four daughters of the first generation recalled Master Ban on the grounds of the burns that the first lord had been able to do to protect his coat.

And just like Karin did, she bullied Mrs. Cinellaria.

Karin was pulled in because she assumed it was her fault that one of Apricot's twins had disappeared "

"Somehow, everything feels like a vicious circle.

How did the daughters of that first lord get so far...

Because even if you didn't know what happened to Mr. Apricot's face, you didn't realize that his mother was hurt by it?

You don't realize that you're suffering from your mother, Mr. Karin, after all?

Well, you're also the daughter of a wise man, right? "

At some point, Stu was sympathetic to a woman named Karin Vinegar who had never met or seen the real thing.

"Sage's daughter won't even be a sage, even Stu will know?.

But I don't think you would have been smart just a little bit.

I think your daughters may have noticed how much geometry your mother, Karin, suffers. "

Martha goes on to answer Stu's question, clouding her words just a little bit.

"But," while I'm aware, I'm unaware ".

Act like that, and that's how you were, maybe you were taking a small revenge on Master Karin. "

"Huh? What are you talking about avenging?.

Besides, what's a little thing?

Martha's voice hides her anger.

"My father, the First Lords and Mr. Rock, fought hard for a world free of strife.

Where do you need to get revenge after spending time with your mother and sisters in a land that is still safe?.

Don't be ridiculous, even though mothers don't know the world or try so hard to make one of their children lack it!

Even though I knew I wasn't in this world anymore, I couldn't contain my anger at the four sisters who were supposed to be children of Peen and Karin.

To the boy who had lost his second parents at an early age and lived so hard to meet with his disabled brother, whether he was an unknown mother, a father who would leave his family for peace, and most importantly, without worrying about clothing and shelter, he was "childish".

Yet I was scorned and scorned by "adults" who did nothing but prolong the bullying of children, using the great word "revenge" against their parents.

"What the hell is vengeance for?!.

What made you distort Van's sisters so far? "

"That's a really small thing.

Little "jealousy" and "love."

If you look at it from the side, even if it looks tough, "smart" children will notice if there is underlying love. "

The moment Martha started talking like that, this old lady, who wouldn't open her eyes to Stu, looked like a smart person in a different way than Netuark.

And Stu remembers what Eliphas told him when he was a child that he was "not treated special" because he wasn't picked up except by Ban and his eldest daughter.

I can't get a "special lord needed education".

I may not be able to accept that my daughters, who have no possibility of succeeding, cannot be given "loneliness" because they do not need it, from children who do not know the difficulty of their work as lords.

(But it's not okay to blame Karin for Apricot and Oko's parents and children.)

Martha opened her mouth again as Stu shut her lips between them.

"Though Stu thought he'd already heard a lot from Eliphas and his friend Netsuerk, who seemed to know something about Apricot.

I didn't think you'd be so angry.

Maybe this story has hurt you.

Then I'm sorry. "

Martha's words reached St with kindness and labor.

The boy, wrapped around his first lord's red and black coat, shakes his head small to the side.

"I did hear it from Master Eliphas, too.

I was listening, but I also knew that the lord who was your grandfather, Mr. Locke, and Mr. Karin, were never making an effort.

In the end, maybe I was just looking for "he's the worst" again.

Because if you don't, I can't feel it... "

To Stu's words, Martha nodded quietly again.

"- For the sake of the next generation, the first generation worked hard for an uncontested world, helping people called heroes, and stabilizing their country.

How ironic it must be for a first generation lord to be so harsh from a restful Haz family. "

Martha turned her face to where Stu was standing.

I don't see it, but there are clear signs of a boy.

The fact that I'm wearing a red and black coat really makes me overlap pean and sht.

"" Nobody's bad, "but" there's something right ".

With such a dilemma, I've seen you strive to be a lord and improve it.

However, if the lord were to confront his daughters, the daughters would quickly flee home with their daughters-in-law.

If it's "one-on-one," you know it's "smart" if you're never going to beat your father.

The first generations were so inside, doing their job as lords, they also codified the art of the Eastern kingdom that His Majesty had asked them to do.

Except for the opportunity to discuss it, if I didn't distract myself with something else, maybe the first generation would have felt like doing it. "

"Um, with that being said, I was just saying," Thanks to Mr. Locke, I've been able to continue my lord "..."

Hearing Stu's words, Martha sighed sadly, oh.

"Martha, I don't have to run away from this land and my family because I have Rock."

The last time Peane showed herself wrapping a red and black coat, Martha's eyes opened when she remembered with Peane's voice that she had to faithfully convey the content of the story she had told the prestigious cook.

Stu looks surprised at the number of eyes opened, Martha stares at her tender little mother in the face.

Martha herself was not particularly surprised that her eyes had opened, and the moment her nostalgic red and black coat entered her sight, she narrowed her eyes in a face that seemed nostalgic and twitchy.

"Maybe Stu's somewhere, with a guy named Peen Vinegar, with something on his mind."

That said, in the kitchen of the former Lordship's residence, pean turns a gentle glance at the chair he was sitting on.

And speak to Shut about the "inner feelings" that Pean was allowed to continue his lord.

In the appearance of the last attached coat, what the first lord was saying was a "thank you" to Rock, who was too faithful to himself.

'When I feel like I really shouldn't hold it against my family or when I can't spend it anymore.

Rock instead complains to me with sadly sweet eyes about things he shouldn't think about or think about.

"Dear Pean, would you like to join us on a journey from Robrow?"

"Would you like to be an untargeted traveler?"

I'll serve you no matter what happens to this lock.

That's how you sue me with sad eyes and prepare a lot of escape routes for me.

If I should never speak, he would express his feelings on his behalf. '

"Scratch the rich hair that's left but white, and the lord says," I'm sorry. "

The kitchen lord remembers an old "wise man" who sat in a chair, stuck his head against his desk and scratched his grey hair.

"Rock shows me emotions that are too clear.

So I thought to myself, "Don't be such a coward."

That's how I was able to reconsider trying to stay on this land called Robrow.

I just let Rock do all the heartbreaking things that make me endure and expose my weakness, and gradually.

But because of that, I didn't escape my role as Lords of Robrow, and I was able to stay.

So I want to say thank you, but I can't do it anymore.

Whatever words of gratitude you put in line, Rock now will only take them from my "guilt" at sheltering Karin first.

So this is the only way I can repay Rock anymore, like when I relieved Apricot's pain back then '

When Martha told Stu the word Pean had spoken, a gun that could reach her waist belt opened her mouth.

"No matter how many words I have already said, gratitude will only arrive as an" apology ".

If the last of the locks is likely to involve "suffering", both in the mind and in the body, the old sage must have done it so that it would go away.

Don't feel any great sorrow or pain at the end of your life as a person.

You wanted to give Mr. Rock a "peaceful end" that would give him "normal" life. "

Stu was surprised, but only slightly "uncomfortable," at the sudden snug words of the gun.

It was as if the "gun" had ever been present at the "end of a loved one" and had spoken to Stu in a narrative.

Indeed, during the death of Anglekham Padrick, Alsen's father, we had not heard of the guns that accompanied his "first generation", Julian Zaheto.

However, I don't feel that the narrative just now contains a different nuance.

(It's like not wishing for the peace of "loved ones" -)

Martha's voice enters Stu's ear when she thinks about it lightly, without Stu responding to the gun story.

"-Shut, I need a favor.

If you don't mind, I need you to check on Mr. Locke after this. "

But once and for all, feelings are drawn back to reality by the voice that guides Rock from the heart from Martha.

"Oh, yes, I get it"

Stu remembers Martha telling him that he had come out of "the protection of the families of soldiers who came to train in agriculture" under the pretext of "Rock's Visit".

Once again, I felt so shocked that the old lady of this prestige had collapsed that I forgot the excuse I was going to make if I normally dealt with Martha and the other servants.

And the little lady in the hall also looked at the "apprentice butler" wrapped in a red and black coat, pointing her finger at it unexpectedly, as if she suddenly remembered the job that Stu was supposed to be doing if it were true, ah!? And I was shouting surprises.

But this is how Stu wears the "precious coat of the First Lords" that he stays in this place and no longer sees at all.

The first generation used to set it up and the surgery was working, and maybe something is happening that exceeds my expectations that has protected the kitchen of the Lords' Mansion.

Martha, who had kept herself in Robrow for many years, noticed the matter and immediately lowered her finger, which she had lifted towards Shut.

Then I look like I'm hanging up.

Maybe just as the first generation mentioned stupidity here, Martha couldn't help it, and she figured out that she had to do it herself to solve it.

"- I don't know what a magician's heart is.

In the meantime, I'll do my part.

If everyone had finished the stripping ritual, they would come home hungry.

Soon enough, fill that belly with delicious Roboux dishes and my pride in cooking.

I can't believe I'm hungry and lonely while I'm here. "

Clean people look to work that they can do right away.

I slowly stood up from the chair and slapped Shut's shoulder higher than myself with a panning sound.

"So make sure you do what you can.

Yeah, if you can make it for lunch, I'll make you whatever you want, so do you need anything?

"Oh, uh..., in Hamburg, then.

Sure, can I ask for the one you pinched without passing the onion through the fire?

Though proud, Stu gives the name of a dish he ate once before and found his tongue taste great.

It was a hamburger that Martha had quickly cooked as a servant's bribe for lunch the day after she came to Robrow.

Normally, the finely chopped onions are sautéed until they are candied, but "I don't have time for this, so I'm going to take a lot of work out of them." It is made by punching the finely chopped onions into a pinched ground beef.

"Me, I prefer onion hamburgers that don't go through the fire because they have a sharp texture when I eat them. And..."

It was only once, but I was remembering Rock's flamboyant face when we ate that hamburger together.

'Stu and Ato, they look delicious to eat.

If the ingredients and the people who made them ate like two, they'd be happy. "

While eating well, Rock remembers watching his brothers eating a bribe meal with a gentle wrinkled face.

"Mr. Rock looked really happy then, didn't he?

You watched your brothers eat with a happy face than I did. "

Apparently Martha, too, noticed how Rock was doing.

"At that time," I was just a little excited about being an aunt, "I said," I'm about to start a few noisy, fun days. "-"

"Me too, maybe not a cautionary stick, but a deacon like this.

I got a steady income, and Ato was thinking about being a sweet little mother and a sweet grandfather. "

Martha had accidentally laughed at the realistic kind of words that seemed to be Shut's bluff, even though she was feeling pretty snug and meant to talk.

"Well, that sweet grandfather... see how Mr. Rock is doing.

Maybe they'll say something like, 'Don't let me call you to heaven on my own'. "

"Yes, I understand. - Ah."

So, if the technique isn't working for Mr. Locke, whose pain and grief activated the technique?

Maybe the idea also came to mind in case Rock went back to his room, but as far as Netsurk's story goes, maybe it's not there and Stu immediately dismisses the idea.

"Um, Mr. Martha. What if it's not Mr. Locke's pain?

"Right. Maybe if the surgery is still working, you'll be asleep.

Well, it would be best not to force a broken sleeping maid to wake you up.

In the first place, I fall in love with noble opponents - "

Martha puts that in her mouth too and reminds me of another person who is currently sick and resting.

He was a guest, noble and royal, and he was specially porridged in the morning because Arsen did get sick or something.

"The first generation of surgery came into operation because the customer's additions and subtractions suddenly went bad?!.

But so much? Though I didn't originally see you that ill. "

Martha panics like never before.

If it's not because of Rock's illness or the maid's broken heart, someone from Wang Du who is related to the royal family is "out of control", physically ill or heartbroken.

As far as the situation is concerned, Martha can only imagine that Arsene had a sharper breakdown than heartbreaking.

"Yes, it's true that you've drained a lot of magic, and that's not how your health works."

As Martha panics, Stu intends to reassure her, recalling the figure of a nobleman who is perfect to describe her as the beauty she saw this morning.

Beautiful nobleman - from Ato's point of view, "Dr. Ars" did have enough energy this morning to develop an argument that looked so beautiful and tender, but did not pull a single step from each other with that successful Grandor.

"I had a little look at you this morning, too.

Master Alsen did seem to be losing a little strength because of his reduced magic power, but he didn't seem sick or anything like that.

Before breakfast, we also accompanied you for a walk in Ato. "

Thought this would reassure him, Stu brought up the story of the walk, but Martha's anxiety still seemed unwiped.

Then again, with a hazy look on his face, he looks up at the apprentice butler taller than himself and asks questions.

"Stu, surely the ritual of dredging will allow you to use the Spirit of the water, or the God of the East, who commands the water after all, right?

"Ah, yes. Mr. Netsurk asked me to briefly explain it that way"

In response to Martha's curly inquiry, Stu replied with a fierce and repeated blink.

"Well, maybe, maybe -"

Sure, Arsen's blood type is water type, so rough rainy weather may not be a good influence.

Before breakfast, he remembered what the colored man was saying and remembered the heartbeat.

Martha has also seen someone with a water mould acquaintance fall ill several times before and after heavy rains.

"I don't suppose I've fallen ill, but isn't the effect of the dredging ritual going to be very painful for the nobleman who lost his magic?

"Ah, but if it's going to be so painful, in order not to make you feel that spicy, the art of relieving the pain and grief that the... first lord planted in the new lord's mansion is up and running, right?

Repeating a conversation that spat out a question mark with each other, the badge and butler apprentice and cautionary stick looked at each other and for now arrived at the conclusion that "thanks to the technique working, no one is suffering" - with a bitter smile.

"Oh, yeah, you did.

If the procedure is working, on the contrary, they may be taking their time off "

No matter how much, if anything, she was ill and under the influence of the ritual spirits, if the surgery worked, the young girl with the great burn would also recall that she was so much of a pean vinegar sorcery that she could sleep without pain and perform the treatment.

Martha put her hands on her chest like she was relieved and exhaled heavily.

"But either way, it sounds like you should see how Master Alsen is doing.

If you can rest, that's fine. "

Martha snorted firmly at what Stu would say.

"Oh, right.

Bye, Stu. See how Mr. Rock is doing, and look at that nobleman's room. "

"Yes, I will"

Originally, that matter was included in one of the reasons I came to this side - Lily asked me to do it, so Stu also undertook it as a sure request from Martha.

In the meantime, most importantly, I reconfirm that this lady is not important and that I was happy with Stu, and I am determined to leave the kitchen.

"Well, if you see someone sleeping in the hallway on the road, if you were dressed weird, I'd do enough to fix it"

Martha laughed at this word of Stu.

"Oh, right. Some of the surgeries will have been activated suddenly, so if you misslept in a weird position, it would be difficult later.

And Mr. Locke. "

Martha's eyes seeped the colour of loneliness and readiness for "what if".

"- Yes."

I can see that Stu is diligently searching for words, even though Martha is a good seed for a little bit.

I know I'm ready for something, but I was hesitant to give a mouthful of facts that weren't strange.

And once he closed his lid hard, he opened his mouth slowly and solidified his feelings.

"Either way," if you're resting. "After today's ritual is properly completed, will you please report it?.

Either way, I'm sure Mr. Rock won't be proud of the fact that Lord Apricot's work is "Lord Robrow's role" for his own sake. "

Martha affirmed that because she had spent many years in the same workplace, her attitude toward Locke's work was meant to be more valve than anyone else's.

Stu and Martha's words, we only spent a few moments together, but if Rock is facing the butler's job, I honestly listen to the words and nod and answer because I did think he would say so in an attempt to attach them to the sick floor.

"Okay. I have other things to do and do besides visit Mr. Rock, so maybe I'll come back after the ritual."

Stu also makes a declaration to Martha in the mood to set her liver up this time.

"Well, then, I'll make the hamburger as requested by Stu, and I'll make sure I have proper porridge for people who aren't feeling well.

Whatever you do, if you're going to do it anyway, do your best, "Oh, I wish I had." What a regret, leave me alone. "

"Yes. Then you'll come back for a report later.

Then I'll go. "

Stu looks at his teeth and laughs at Martha, like he made Ni and Lili try.

And he flipped his old red and black coat and left without looking back at Martha's lounge.

Tot, tot, tot, with his footsteps, Stu runs down the aisle of the mansion, which for now leads to both the VIP and Rock rooms.

Stu, which room do you want to go first, Anglecomb's kid's room or Rock's room?

I've been talking to Stu about how the gun feels like it's been another long time.

"I think I'll go to Mr. Rock's first.

Well, I know how it turns out... but I think it's decided. "

"Right. Let's go to Rock's room."

When I finished saying that, I reached the entrance to the aisle that leads to the room reserved for servants.

The entrance door is locked for security purposes, and the keys are handed out only to the servants in residence.

Only Apricot, the deacon's lock and lord, had the master key.

"Uh, what's the key? - Ah."

Stu stuck his hand in the red and black coat with a trick he was used to and solidified.

And in the meantime, I'll try to turn the door knob at the entrance to the servant's room chattering, but the interpersonal relationship is anyway a gift of Rock's servant education, definitely locked.

Scratching the galloping back of his head, Stu stared at the door knob.

"No way, you haven't failed, have you?

I locked your room for that lovely lady, you can't leave her in the butler's jacket, can you, Stu?

"You don't mind a sticky return, do you?

And now I'm used to it. Now I put a scratch on myself, a talking inorganic object - I pulled a gun with a silencer out of my waist belt.

"Guns are available even at times like this."

With that said, he pulls the hammer with his thumb and puts the muzzle with the sound reducer at the door knob.

Well, I think it's more effective than hurting people.

"Right?"

With the usual sarcastic grin, Stu did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Further to the sound of a tuned bullet being fired like a hidden one, the sound of the door knob making a chatter and dull metal noise and being destroyed echoes in the hallway of the new Lords' residence surrounded by silence.

"It sounds pretty good even with the silencer that Mr. Netuak gave me, so in a way, thank you to the first generation for planting the art of sleeping."

Fly the nitrous smoke out of the gunpoint in a whopping breath.

Thank you, two wise men.

While the gun casually conveyed a word of gratitude to Stu regarding the wise man, Stu opened the door of the destroyed door knob without the gun and had only a few questions.

(If you're going to thank me, if this guy's in a "gun" position, I think he's going to thank the "three" wise guys?

I'm sure the first Netsuark master made this one. He's the birth parent.)

When I thought that far, the door opens and Stu enters the room.

("Gun" is - although this guy can be trusted, he might as well not be "trusted")

Lily told me a little bit earlier, "I shouldn't give words to things I don't talk to originally."

Stu was willing to agree with the words of the king of this country and the "rabbit sage".

"I have a heart" doesn't mean I should just look at the surface.

For the first time, Stu realizes that "casual simplicity", in which expression is visible and should only be seen on the surface, is a thankless thing.

At least as much as I can do whatever I want in front of a being with a heart, Stu thinks it's not out of common sense.

(If I had a heart and a back table, I wouldn't be surprised)

"Stu, I used a lot of ammo, so why don't you stop by your room before you go to Rock's room and refill the ammo?

"- Right."

(I might be tired of being cared too much about like this...

I guess I'm more used to being cared for than being cared for in the first place.

It's about as light as Ars, and sometimes it comes naturally to me as a "buddy.")

Conscious of his somewhat self-centered thoughts, Stu took the door knob in front of the door to his room - turning "normal".

The door is unlocked.

With a few sunken voices and gun words, Stu was probably able to predict what was going on in the room.

"- Well, Stu also fired a gun yesterday, so Master Eliphas refilled the bullet, too."

The room given to St and Ato is that of brotherhood, perhaps taken into account by Eliphas.

A space in Ato where the right side is finely organized from the entrance and where the handwritten description of the lock is made.

It looked painfully tidy on the left side, but it was Schutt's space where he could see the tidiness was cluttered if he looked at the details.

And a packed pod of gunpowder (yesterday) that I should have hidden in the bag at the bottom of the bunker on the Stu side was placed on the bunker for each case.

When you compare the number of drugcaskets you remembered with the number you actually had left, only one shot was missing.

Do you really mean you only took what you needed?

Only one shot was used yesterday by Ato to tailor the flaming pig.

Stu sighs small, swinging a rotary magazine (cylinder) - swinging out to the left and clamping a new powder packed pod.

Once, a silver-colored bullet delivered to one of the magazines that had previously claimed the life of Pope's sister, "Eliphas", watched dull and glowing with complexity before closing the magazine.

For once, tuck a spare grasp of the pocket into the pocket of the red and black coat.

"Do you have any trouble treating me like that... when I have to?

It's not a "fine thing," but Stu delivers the gun again to his belt with a wrinkle carved between his eyebrows and a slap on his mouth.

"Shut up. Unlike Ato's gun, you're a revolver, which is characterized by bullet accommodation, so don't say four to five."

The gun talks to Stu again, sighing at his still young "buddy" as he becomes inorganic.

Rock must have come to this room, too.

"I guess so, Mr. Rock and Master Apricot are the only ones with master keys.

And since Apricot left for the ceremony, I've seen Ato come to this room and lock up with his stuff. "

Before heading to the "secret base" of the former Lordship's residence, Ato said, 'Lili, I'll show you the angel's picture book!' And I was coming to my room to pick up my luggage with Stu.

And when I left the room, I saw the lock locked tightly with a string knitted in yarn that I had made locked and hung from my neck.

"To Mr. Locke, I understand that Master Eliphas has something to do with his long-awaited existence.

I don't know if it's realistic to talk too much about battles or anything like that. "

Stu said that and went out of his room and now he's headed to Rock's room.

"I'm not allowed to talk about guns."

The butler apprentice exhales small from his nose and makes a vice that he would never do in front of Heh Ato or Lily.

"- In your case, the" disturbing tone "comes first, that's okay."

What, that weird theory? Plus, Stu's a really weird, rational guy. "

When such a conversation ended, I arrived in Rock's room.

For once, knock lightly on the concon.

"There's no way I'm getting a response..."

That's what Stu said, turning the door knob in the locked room that hasn't been locked since he laid on the floor out of hard work.

The door opens unobstructed, and Stu looks at the room where the Lord is gone.

The bedroom and desk are clean and tidy, I thought so but Stu remembers the discomfort.

"Hmm? Something..."

What's the matter?

A gun called out to Shut's questioning voice.

"No, just a little desk when I saw something..."

The bookcase sitting beside the desk also felt different than when I noticed Rock's absence.

"Before we came, did someone come and do something to Mr. Locke's room?

Put your arms together, keep your mouth down with your hands, think.

"If you feel weird, why don't you just do a little research?.

Rock won't be back here anyway. "

To the suggestion from the gun, Stu nodded with hesitation.

"Excuse me."

Apologize for a word, then open the desk drawer that looks like it moved in the room, or the book that looks like it moved in the bookcase by hand, and apologize again in his heart to Rock, saying "I'm sorry on my own," Stu examines.

And what I came up with was that, as Stu did now, Rock's also checked the room.

"Still, it looks like you've been doing a lot of digging around."

Stu felt that way because, when he examined the drawer, there were curly marks for his hand up to a small notebook that was in the back.

"The guy who came in front of me and explored Mr. Locke's room meant he had something he wanted to look for because Mr. Locke could find out, right?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have found out how to leave so much trace. "

Stu asked the gun for his opinion as he pushed the drawer back.

"Whether you're searching for something, you haven't flipped a drawer, and the area where you're straightening back a bookcase book, is that the character of the person?.

If you're searching for a family, you'll be looking into it quite a bit.

I probably panicked on my own and left this room as soon as there was something going on.

And don't forget that the entrance to the servant's room was locked.

Mr. Locke, I wonder if the person you put in the room could be a servant, or if Mr. Apricot or Mr. Locke don't have it, someone whose master key was free to use the key to the servant's entrance.

However, Eliphas is excluded.

As Shut had seen and Ato had said, he seemed intimate with Rock.

If there's been a search, I don't think it's going to leave a trace somewhere, telling me where the locks are. "

The gun tells a fine "dot" that Schutt was unaware of, although it is the same word that seeped through the same amount of distraction.

"Oh, no, you're right. The keys were locked properly.

- You haven't been with Dada in over 60 years. "

Stu was honestly going to admire and praise him, giving him a specific number of years before pounding a gun that could be delivered to his waist belt.

You know, Stu, I...

Try to say something, the gun pushes silence.

Then there was a small "while" that would change, and then the gun opened its mouth again.

"When I was still working with Julian, Gloriosa, Angletham and Trenia, I had seen the family searches carried out by the army of the country before I had calmed down only once, but it really seemed like it was all going to turn upside down.

I think whoever was still searching Rock's room had a conscience. "

As if to switch stories, the gun tells the story of four heroes of peace and their former owners.

"Well, um, if I had been ravaged, I also thought it might have been Mr. Muscari who explored this room -"

Stu was actually tongue-in-cheek at the end of his ill-development of the "sickle patch" he put on, even as he rode the gun story.

Speculation, which was within him, had arisen, but it was clearly untouchable in his mouth because it seemed to be something he had no clapping himself.

Not until I'm sure...

As if he were some wise man, Stu switches his mind for now, afraid of saying things that he can't prove.

"But then who the hell is it...

Perhaps before the beginning of the ritual, before the first generation began. "

Not knowing the muscari in the state where the "pus drain" was done, Stu thought he wasn't the one who explored Rock's room, just saying he wasn't being searched abusively.

But it was Muscari who was actually "searching" for him in this room.

Stu and his gun are now running into the remnants of Rock's room searching for a means of communication to stop Louis from being putrefied during his breakfast and "planning to murder Apricot, who becomes immovable during the dredging ritual."

Muscari, who was searching for a means of communication, looked stranger than ever before and carefully searched around in Rock's room.

Still, Stu didn't realize it.

Unexpectedly, I heard the sound of cock cock and something sticking in a row from the window of the room.

"Is something coming out the window?

Stu stops by the window of the sounding rock room.

There was a paper plane made of purple-dyed paper.

Muscari was searching so hard, the "tools" of the means of communication were there.

The paper plane still hits the windowsill with its pointy tip over and over again.

But you checked to see Stu, who came by the window, and you stopped bumping into him.

On the spot, he was starting to dance up and down near the window.

Stu doesn't know that witchcraft in the form of a "paper plane" is the fastest way to transmit troops in this country.

"What do you mean you're floating on your own... is this magic?

So with those words in my mouth, over the window, I look at the paper plane.

I knew better than to be on the wind that I was freely moving and flying on my own.

And I'm flying all around the windowsill to make that "body" look like someone inside the window.

"Uh... I wonder if I should stay in my room with this paper plane"

"In the meantime, why don't you let that paper plane in because it won't open?"

Something is flying heavily, and there may be something in this favor on the paper plane. "

Shut could empathize with the gun's "highly assertive paper plane," so he puts his hand on the window.

"Right. Looks like he probably stuck his window to his back just now."

With that word, push your hand up against the edge of the window that opens with the lifting and lowering.

With the raw, warm wind like the remnants of yesterday's heavy rain, the paper plane comes in softly and rises above the room.

And I also thought I went up to the ceiling and swirled, and I accelerated rapidly, and the pointy tip flew toward Schutt, like an arrow.

"Stu!?

"- What the fuck!?

Feeling a definite "kill", Stu pulled the iron shot as he pulled it out of his hips belt at the same time as the gunshot voice calling to him, pointing the gun at the "purple-dyed paper plane".