Chapter 403: The headache is the natural enemy.
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The night after returning to the Wang capital was a hell of a busy one.
The more noise the people make in nearby forests and so on, the Marc- - Ein's feat was celebrated.
And the next morning, Ain was being shown the footage again.
The content is probably yesterday's continuation.
The next morning, Archet takes a trip to Marc's room. He was smiling as much as he thought he'd fixed his mood.
But open your mouth. No, she says she wants you to go away again.
When Marc asks why without knowing why, he says the answer is to save those in need.
But Marc refused.
I just got back and wanted to rest for a while, and yet, I haven't settled back into my mind from the fight. But the rejected archet became fierce, and Marc eventually acknowledges.
I can't say right away, but I will soon.
Marc was there when the scene flew and he finished his journey. Apparently the season has changed and it is snowing.
Raviola stood next to Marc leaving the King's Capital. And Warren, Berea, and finally Elf's head stand nearby.
I was curious about the continuation, but Ain't gonna wake up here.
When I woke up on the bed, I was uncomfortable with the sweat that was stuck in my clothes.
".................. I need to sweat"
Your body is heavy, even though you know you'll never find yourself in that situation here.
Anyway, there was no difference in the footage that could not be erased.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Time to relax, before noon.
Ain was on the balcony provided for Sylvia's room.
He was sitting back in a round chair as a gentle breeze poured out of the blue sky that continued everywhere. And behind it is Sylvia, who sings her nose in a good mood.
"Mother, how is that?
What bothered me was the magic she used.
Because Ain't got Sylvia cutting her hair now. I don't know about Ain, but let's get him fixed up like this a lot.
The strange thing is that my hair cuts off little by little just because I get my hands on it.
When he is stroked by Sylvia's hand, his fine hair disappears in the wind. Chasing it with your eyes seems to be disappearing, not a metaphor, and this doesn't make sense either.
"Magic?
"I think so... what kind of magic is it?
"I didn't do anything particularly difficult. I'm just cutting my hair with the magic of the wind."
Unexpectedly, I laugh at the noisy way of doing it.
"When you add or subtract incorrectly"
"It's okay, 'cause there's no way you can go wrong"
I didn't intend to pursue it any further.
To be honest, I don't think I'm going to use my powers wrong.
"May I ask you something else?
"Yeah, go ahead?
"For example, right? Honestly - for example, if my sister and I got into a fight... suppose my sister told me to leave Wang Capital. Then my mother..."
"I'll talk to you both. Because if one of you was wrong, I want to make it right for you."
She stopped her hand when she said so.
"But, you know, if there's another intention there, I might not be able to stop it. For example, Marr, if you were snorting at Archet and thought about something else here."
"Is it something else?
"Yeah. Marr, you did something amazing in the elf and you came home, didn't you?
"… may be"
"So maybe we can have a new goal. You shouldn't fight, but if that was one trigger,"
"So you're not going to intervene in my story with my sister."
"We're gonna intervene, right? I don't want you to stay in fights."
The sincerity of this question is a confirmation of history for Ain.
In fact, I didn't know in the middle of the footage I saw in the morning. I don't even think Cain and Sylvia have stopped Marc, so I made sure how he acted when things got similar.
"Speaking of which, I've been emotionally unstable lately with Archet, but I'm relieved he seems calm."
"Me, too."
"Instead, lately, I think I'm running away from the head of the redhead. I wonder why."
Sylvia is never stupid, and I'm not a bad guess. Rather the other way around.
She didn't realize what Shannon was doing in this era because Shannon could hide Sylvia's unknown powers of alienation.
That Shannon is also reticent because he can turn his head if he thinks about standing around in the Heim War.
At the end of the day, a little outrageous talk, then Sylvia slaps Pong Pong, Pong and Ain on the head.
Looks like she's finished finishing her hair, and she smiled.
"Yes, it's over. I have a little work ahead of me, so I'll see you at dinner. You can stay in your room, but we'll have a good night's sleep together if you stay up till night."
"Ha ha... ok"
Looking at her back as she walks away, Ain then rises out of her round chair and stretches her spine.
As I kept my upper body on the railing and looked up at the sky, I turned my gaze to the voice I could hear from below.
In the corner of the White King Face Loser garden, Raviola and...
"Woman."
There was the appearance of Berea on a young day.
However, even when it comes to younger days, the appearance is different. It wasn't a difference based on age, it wasn't an exaggeration to say otherwise.
Warren and Berea, to my mind, have always served Ishtarika by changing their appearance.
They said their memories had faded because of it, but I guess their present appearance was the first.
My hair is threesome and I look rustic but adorable in my glasses.
Having a book in one hand may be aware of the person you think of.
Second, Raviola noticed Ain and waved.
When Ain waves back, she happily breaks her cheek. The more Ein squeaked about "It's Krone" by accident, the two faces were melons.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
When the sun slammed, Ain listened to the voice he heard even to his chamber window.
There are apparently two Lord of Voices, one in Cain and his harsh voice. The other was like Marco, and he was regretting to say, "Wait... no, wait, wait, wait".
"What is it?"
I can't say "no" if they ask me if I was interested.
But it also contained worrying feelings.
We walked early to the door and proceeded in the castle on a rush.
Unlike modern Ishtarika, not a single knight blames this behavior. Instead, a different warrior laughs at me, telling me not to fall, and I can gently call you to be careful.
Again, one and one went down the stairs and stepped into the large hall on the first floor.
This is where Ain took Marco's end, and it's deeply thoughtful.
But today I don't care about it, and I follow it and go towards those who have a voice on the run. Along the way Ain realized it was the training ground in that direction.
"- What the hell, Marr?"
"Chi, Father. Is something wrong?
"Not a big deal... well, can I leave it to you"
Undoubtedly, Cain slaps Ain on the shoulder.
"It's not for me. So I'm leaving this to Sylvia, and I'm just trying to wield my powers behind Archet."
"Uh... yes?
"It's a matter of disorientation at last."
"No, I haven't got more information at all."
"Ah - not at all! I'm just saying I'm not the right person to teach or lead..."
Ain't finally guessed here, too.
Nature and lower your gaze to what Clumsy Durahan wanted to say.
"I think Father's a good teacher."
The training put on in the spiritual world was brilliant before I could think of Marco's end.
It wasn't just easy to understand.
I understand Ain's personality and teach him, or even now, the way Ain's archery was taught was just not more than that.
"I wouldn't struggle if I could do that to 10,000 people. It wouldn't be the same as when they were Marl."
"... is that so?"
"That's what it is. Then I'll take care of the rest."
I'll take care of it...
Before Ain says anything, he'll be gone in no time.
As always, I fall in love with my stern hindsight.
"Go."
In the meantime, I decided to head to where Marco was.
He sat quietly on the cobblestone laid on the training ground.
"Father is strong. I admired him, he wanted to win... and I've been waving my sword, too. You want to beat your father, don't you?
"Oh, you bet. Wanting strength is what we really want! So..."
"But you were trying to stop me from leaving until I used a word of respect for your father."
This is just a little strange.
Until then, did you want to soil Cain at all costs?
Or was it also a change of heart? The fact that demons change their minds should make some difference.
Maybe Marco.
I admired Cain, I'm starting to think so.
I guess I was attracted to the strength and Rin of that man, saying he was the real spirit of the demon.
If so, Ain gets up and fishes his nose.
"I'll give you this."
I handed Marco the demon stone I had in my palm.
"I'm the demon stone of Wyburn before this, but it was the strongest individual, so maybe you can help me a little"
Then Marco received it bewildered.
Dry adds of this era mean the same thing as demons, unlike modern times. Even so, don't use it yourself. I just haven't been able to keep up with my understanding that I've given it to you.
"I'm not dropping something off instead. I just wanted to give it to you.
Marco reaches out and says to Ain as he walks away.
"How can I get my sword crossed again"
"That depends on your father... but if he's a good worker, I think he'll listen to what his men want."
He would surely reward you.
Then Marco didn't say anything. But I pulse the muscles in my body hard and excite.
He gripped his sword strongly, which was rolling on the ground, and nodded at Ain's words.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
- After the training ground, Ain had his head in the shadow of a pillar. Because the footage was pouring in with the headache.
I closed my eyes and looked desperately at the footage in the pain of about to crack.
Time and place are the same as just now, training ground.
Unlike Ain earlier, Marc the First King has no power in his voice and expression.
All he has in the footage is no less kindness than Ein. I am healthy to respond sincerely to Marco's voice, even though he is disturbed by the matter with Archet.
Same thing happened the last time I gave him the demon stone.
Advice doesn't change word for word (,,,) either.
But Marco's mood is different now. This is neither sympathy nor contemporary awe. He was perplexed by emotions he had never had, similar to some sort of craving for asylum, for the imbalance between the vessels shown and the weaknesses revealed by the first king, Marc.
Marco then stands up.
That boy is fighting with a heart he can't be proud of, and he says, "What am I?" It wasn't even with Marco that Ain knew yet, but it was the moment when a big change appeared in his mind.
"But............... do I need pain to show the footage?
Think about Lyle, the opponent of the battle, and speak lightly.
Here the pain finally healed and at the same time the video was finished.
"When the battle is over, I'll definitely complain to you"
This is about as forgiving as it gets.
Wipe the sweat, walk out and it won't be long.
"Master Marc? What's going on here?
Shannon showed up unexpectedly.
"I just went to the training ground."
"... are you in a bad mood? You look bright blue."
"I'm just tired. Sorry, I want to take a break."
When they told me this was a faulty, I never wanted to snort.
Sure, I would look sick right now, and it's not weird for Shannon to pack the distance more forcefully than usual against me like that.
But suddenly he wants me to be able to show him the footage, and he wants me to be the one who's been given the pain.
Ain looked at the arms turned to his body and made it easy.
"I'm a lower bitch, but to support my body-"
The sweet scent that melts the brain, as well as the soft feeling pressed against the back.
None of them stir up incitement right now.
What exactly would Shannon have thought that he had no influence over his own abilities?
Ain't never been upset though.
I sighed at Shannon's "... why" voice, which leaked unexpectedly.
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The night after returning to the Wang capital was a hell of a busy one.
The more noise the people make in nearby forests and so on, the Marc- - Ein's feat was celebrated.
And the next morning, Ain was being shown the footage again.
The content is probably yesterday's continuation.
The next morning, Archet takes a trip to Marc's room. He was smiling as much as he thought he'd fixed his mood.
But open your mouth. No, she says she wants you to go away again.
When Marc asks why without knowing why, he says the answer is to save those in need.
But Marc refused.
I just got back and wanted to rest for a while, and yet, I haven't settled back into my mind from the fight. But the rejected archet became fierce, and Marc eventually acknowledges.
I can't say right away, but I will soon.
Marc was there when the scene flew and he finished his journey. Apparently the season has changed and it is snowing.
Raviola stood next to Marc leaving the King's Capital. And Warren, Berea, and finally Elf's head stand nearby.
I was curious about the continuation, but Ain't gonna wake up here.
When I woke up on the bed, I was uncomfortable with the sweat that was stuck in my clothes.
".................. I need to sweat"
Your body is heavy, even though you know you'll never find yourself in that situation here.
Anyway, there was no difference in the footage that could not be erased.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Time to relax, before noon.
Ain was on the balcony provided for Sylvia's room.
He was sitting back in a round chair as a gentle breeze poured out of the blue sky that continued everywhere. And behind it is Sylvia, who sings her nose in a good mood.
"Mother, how is that?
What bothered me was the magic she used.
Because Ain't got Sylvia cutting her hair now. I don't know about Ain, but let's get him fixed up like this a lot.
The strange thing is that my hair cuts off little by little just because I get my hands on it.
When he is stroked by Sylvia's hand, his fine hair disappears in the wind. Chasing it with your eyes seems to be disappearing, not a metaphor, and this doesn't make sense either.
"Magic?
"I think so... what kind of magic is it?
"I didn't do anything particularly difficult. I'm just cutting my hair with the magic of the wind."
Unexpectedly, I laugh at the noisy way of doing it.
"When you add or subtract incorrectly"
"It's okay, 'cause there's no way you can go wrong"
I didn't intend to pursue it any further.
To be honest, I don't think I'm going to use my powers wrong.
"May I ask you something else?
"Yeah, go ahead?
"For example, right? Honestly - for example, if my sister and I got into a fight... suppose my sister told me to leave Wang Capital. Then my mother..."
"I'll talk to you both. Because if one of you was wrong, I want to make it right for you."
She stopped her hand when she said so.
"But, you know, if there's another intention there, I might not be able to stop it. For example, Marr, if you were snorting at Archet and thought about something else here."
"Is it something else?
"Yeah. Marr, you did something amazing in the elf and you came home, didn't you?
"… may be"
"So maybe we can have a new goal. You shouldn't fight, but if that was one trigger,"
"So you're not going to intervene in my story with my sister."
"We're gonna intervene, right? I don't want you to stay in fights."
The sincerity of this question is a confirmation of history for Ain.
In fact, I didn't know in the middle of the footage I saw in the morning. I don't even think Cain and Sylvia have stopped Marc, so I made sure how he acted when things got similar.
"Speaking of which, I've been emotionally unstable lately with Archet, but I'm relieved he seems calm."
"Me, too."
"Instead, lately, I think I'm running away from the head of the redhead. I wonder why."
Sylvia is never stupid, and I'm not a bad guess. Rather the other way around.
She didn't realize what Shannon was doing in this era because Shannon could hide Sylvia's unknown powers of alienation.
That Shannon is also reticent because he can turn his head if he thinks about standing around in the Heim War.
At the end of the day, a little outrageous talk, then Sylvia slaps Pong Pong, Pong and Ain on the head.
Looks like she's finished finishing her hair, and she smiled.
"Yes, it's over. I have a little work ahead of me, so I'll see you at dinner. You can stay in your room, but we'll have a good night's sleep together if you stay up till night."
"Ha ha... ok"
Looking at her back as she walks away, Ain then rises out of her round chair and stretches her spine.
As I kept my upper body on the railing and looked up at the sky, I turned my gaze to the voice I could hear from below.
In the corner of the White King Face Loser garden, Raviola and...
"Woman."
There was the appearance of Berea on a young day.
However, even when it comes to younger days, the appearance is different. It wasn't a difference based on age, it wasn't an exaggeration to say otherwise.
Warren and Berea, to my mind, have always served Ishtarika by changing their appearance.
They said their memories had faded because of it, but I guess their present appearance was the first.
My hair is threesome and I look rustic but adorable in my glasses.
Having a book in one hand may be aware of the person you think of.
Second, Raviola noticed Ain and waved.
When Ain waves back, she happily breaks her cheek. The more Ein squeaked about "It's Krone" by accident, the two faces were melons.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
When the sun slammed, Ain listened to the voice he heard even to his chamber window.
There are apparently two Lord of Voices, one in Cain and his harsh voice. The other was like Marco, and he was regretting to say, "Wait... no, wait, wait, wait".
"What is it?"
I can't say "no" if they ask me if I was interested.
But it also contained worrying feelings.
We walked early to the door and proceeded in the castle on a rush.
Unlike modern Ishtarika, not a single knight blames this behavior. Instead, a different warrior laughs at me, telling me not to fall, and I can gently call you to be careful.
Again, one and one went down the stairs and stepped into the large hall on the first floor.
This is where Ain took Marco's end, and it's deeply thoughtful.
But today I don't care about it, and I follow it and go towards those who have a voice on the run. Along the way Ain realized it was the training ground in that direction.
"- What the hell, Marr?"
"Chi, Father. Is something wrong?
"Not a big deal... well, can I leave it to you"
Undoubtedly, Cain slaps Ain on the shoulder.
"It's not for me. So I'm leaving this to Sylvia, and I'm just trying to wield my powers behind Archet."
"Uh... yes?
"It's a matter of disorientation at last."
"No, I haven't got more information at all."
"Ah - not at all! I'm just saying I'm not the right person to teach or lead..."
Ain't finally guessed here, too.
Nature and lower your gaze to what Clumsy Durahan wanted to say.
"I think Father's a good teacher."
The training put on in the spiritual world was brilliant before I could think of Marco's end.
It wasn't just easy to understand.
I understand Ain's personality and teach him, or even now, the way Ain's archery was taught was just not more than that.
"I wouldn't struggle if I could do that to 10,000 people. It wouldn't be the same as when they were Marl."
"... is that so?"
"That's what it is. Then I'll take care of the rest."
I'll take care of it...
Before Ain says anything, he'll be gone in no time.
As always, I fall in love with my stern hindsight.
"Go."
In the meantime, I decided to head to where Marco was.
He sat quietly on the cobblestone laid on the training ground.
"Father is strong. I admired him, he wanted to win... and I've been waving my sword, too. You want to beat your father, don't you?
"Oh, you bet. Wanting strength is what we really want! So..."
"But you were trying to stop me from leaving until I used a word of respect for your father."
This is just a little strange.
Until then, did you want to soil Cain at all costs?
Or was it also a change of heart? The fact that demons change their minds should make some difference.
Maybe Marco.
I admired Cain, I'm starting to think so.
I guess I was attracted to the strength and Rin of that man, saying he was the real spirit of the demon.
If so, Ain gets up and fishes his nose.
"I'll give you this."
I handed Marco the demon stone I had in my palm.
"I'm the demon stone of Wyburn before this, but it was the strongest individual, so maybe you can help me a little"
Then Marco received it bewildered.
Dry adds of this era mean the same thing as demons, unlike modern times. Even so, don't use it yourself. I just haven't been able to keep up with my understanding that I've given it to you.
"I'm not dropping something off instead. I just wanted to give it to you.
Marco reaches out and says to Ain as he walks away.
"How can I get my sword crossed again"
"That depends on your father... but if he's a good worker, I think he'll listen to what his men want."
He would surely reward you.
Then Marco didn't say anything. But I pulse the muscles in my body hard and excite.
He gripped his sword strongly, which was rolling on the ground, and nodded at Ain's words.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
- After the training ground, Ain had his head in the shadow of a pillar. Because the footage was pouring in with the headache.
I closed my eyes and looked desperately at the footage in the pain of about to crack.
Time and place are the same as just now, training ground.
Unlike Ain earlier, Marc the First King has no power in his voice and expression.
All he has in the footage is no less kindness than Ein. I am healthy to respond sincerely to Marco's voice, even though he is disturbed by the matter with Archet.
Same thing happened the last time I gave him the demon stone.
Advice doesn't change word for word (,,,) either.
But Marco's mood is different now. This is neither sympathy nor contemporary awe. He was perplexed by emotions he had never had, similar to some sort of craving for asylum, for the imbalance between the vessels shown and the weaknesses revealed by the first king, Marc.
Marco then stands up.
That boy is fighting with a heart he can't be proud of, and he says, "What am I?" It wasn't even with Marco that Ain knew yet, but it was the moment when a big change appeared in his mind.
"But............... do I need pain to show the footage?
Think about Lyle, the opponent of the battle, and speak lightly.
Here the pain finally healed and at the same time the video was finished.
"When the battle is over, I'll definitely complain to you"
This is about as forgiving as it gets.
Wipe the sweat, walk out and it won't be long.
"Master Marc? What's going on here?
Shannon showed up unexpectedly.
"I just went to the training ground."
"... are you in a bad mood? You look bright blue."
"I'm just tired. Sorry, I want to take a break."
When they told me this was a faulty, I never wanted to snort.
Sure, I would look sick right now, and it's not weird for Shannon to pack the distance more forcefully than usual against me like that.
But suddenly he wants me to be able to show him the footage, and he wants me to be the one who's been given the pain.
Ain looked at the arms turned to his body and made it easy.
"I'm a lower bitch, but to support my body-"
The sweet scent that melts the brain, as well as the soft feeling pressed against the back.
None of them stir up incitement right now.
What exactly would Shannon have thought that he had no influence over his own abilities?
Ain't never been upset though.
I sighed at Shannon's "... why" voice, which leaked unexpectedly.
The night after returning to the Wang capital was a hell of a busy one.The more noise the people make in nearby forests and so on, the Marc- - Ein's feat was celebrated.And the next morning, Ain was being shown the footage again.The content is probably yesterday's continuation.The next morning, Archet takes a trip to Marc's room. He was smiling as much as he thought he'd fixed his mood.But open your mouth. No, she says she wants you to go away again.When Marc asks why without knowing why, he says the answer is to save those in need.But Marc refused.I just got back and wanted to rest for a while, and yet, I haven't settled back into my mind from the fight. But the rejected archet became fierce, and Marc eventually acknowledges.I can't say right away, but I will soon.Marc was there when the scene flew and he finished his journey. Apparently the season has changed and it is snowing.Raviola stood next to Marc leaving the King's Capital. And Warren, Berea, and finally Elf's head stand nearby.I was curious about the continuation, but Ain't gonna wake up here.When I woke up on the bed, I was uncomfortable with the sweat that was stuck in my clothes.".................. I need to sweat"Your body is heavy, even though you know you'll never find yourself in that situation here.Anyway, there was no difference in the footage that could not be erased. Time to relax, before noon.Ain was on the balcony provided for Sylvia's room.He was sitting back in a round chair as a gentle breeze poured out of the blue sky that continued everywhere. And behind it is Sylvia, who sings her nose in a good mood."Mother, how is that? What bothered me was the magic she used.Because Ain't got Sylvia cutting her hair now. I don't know about Ain, but let's get him fixed up like this a lot.The strange thing is that my hair cuts off little by little just because I get my hands on it.When he is stroked by Sylvia's hand, his fine hair disappears in the wind. Chasing it with your eyes seems to be disappearing, not a metaphor, and this doesn't make sense either."Magic? "I think so... what kind of magic is it? "I didn't do anything particularly difficult. I'm just cutting my hair with the magic of the wind."Unexpectedly, I laugh at the noisy way of doing it."When you add or subtract incorrectly""It's okay, 'cause there's no way you can go wrong"I didn't intend to pursue it any further.To be honest, I don't think I'm going to use my powers wrong."May I ask you something else? "Yeah, go ahead? "For example, right? Honestly - for example, if my sister and I got into a fight... suppose my sister told me to leave Wang Capital. Then my mother...""I'll talk to you both. Because if one of you was wrong, I want to make it right for you."She stopped her hand when she said so."But, you know, if there's another intention there, I might not be able to stop it. For example, Marr, if you were snorting at Archet and thought about something else here.""Is it something else? "Yeah. Marr, you did something amazing in the elf and you came home, didn't you? " may be""So maybe we can have a new goal. You shouldn't fight, but if that was one trigger,""So you're not going to intervene in my story with my sister.""We're gonna intervene, right? I don't want you to stay in fights."The sincerity of this question is a confirmation of history for Ain.In fact, I didn't know in the middle of the footage I saw in the morning. I don't even think Cain and Sylvia have stopped Marc, so I made sure how he acted when things got similar."Speaking of which, I've been emotionally unstable lately with Archet, but I'm relieved he seems calm.""Me, too.""Instead, lately, I think I'm running away from the head of the redhead. I wonder why."Sylvia is never stupid, and I'm not a bad guess. Rather the other way around.She didn't realize what Shannon was doing in this era because Shannon could hide Sylvia's unknown powers of alienation.That Shannon is also reticent because he can turn his head if he thinks about standing around in the Heim War.At the end of the day, a little outrageous talk, then Sylvia slaps Pong Pong, Pong and Ain on the head.Looks like she's finished finishing her hair, and she smiled."Yes, it's over. I have a little work ahead of me, so I'll see you at dinner. You can stay in your room, but we'll have a good night's sleep together if you stay up till night.""Ha ha... ok"Looking at her back as she walks away, Ain then rises out of her round chair and stretches her spine.As I kept my upper body on the railing and looked up at the sky, I turned my gaze to the voice I could hear from below.In the corner of the White King Face Loser garden, Raviola and..."Woman."There was the appearance of Berea on a young day.However, even when it comes to younger days, the appearance is different. It wasn't a difference based on age, it wasn't an exaggeration to say otherwise.Warren and Berea, to my mind, have always served Ishtarika by changing their appearance.They said their memories had faded because of it, but I guess their present appearance was the first.My hair is threesome and I look rustic but adorable in my glasses.Having a book in one hand may be aware of the person you think of.Second, Raviola noticed Ain and waved.When Ain waves back, she happily breaks her cheek. The more Ein squeaked about "It's Krone" by accident, the two faces were melons. When the sun slammed, Ain listened to the voice he heard even to his chamber window.There are apparently two Lord of Voices, one in Cain and his harsh voice. The other was like Marco, and he was regretting to say, "Wait... no, wait, wait, wait"."What is it?"I can't say "no" if they ask me if I was interested.But it also contained worrying feelings.We walked early to the door and proceeded in the castle on a rush.Unlike modern Ishtarika, not a single knight blames this behavior. Instead, a different warrior laughs at me, telling me not to fall, and I can gently call you to be careful.Again, one and one went down the stairs and stepped into the large hall on the first floor.This is where Ain took Marco's end, and it's deeply thoughtful.But today I don't care about it, and I follow it and go towards those who have a voice on the run. Along the way Ain realized it was the training ground in that direction."- What the hell, Marr?""Chi, Father. Is something wrong? "Not a big deal... well, can I leave it to you"Undoubtedly, Cain slaps Ain on the shoulder."It's not for me. So I'm leaving this to Sylvia, and I'm just trying to wield my powers behind Archet.""Uh... yes? "It's a matter of disorientation at last.""No, I haven't got more information at all.""Ah - not at all! I'm just saying I'm not the right person to teach or lead..."Ain't finally guessed here, too.Nature and lower your gaze to what Clumsy Durahan wanted to say."I think Father's a good teacher."The training put on in the spiritual world was brilliant before I could think of Marco's end.It wasn't just easy to understand.I understand Ain's personality and teach him, or even now, the way Ain's archery was taught was just not more than that."I wouldn't struggle if I could do that to 10,000 people. It wouldn't be the same as when they were Marl.""... is that so?""That's what it is. Then I'll take care of the rest."I'll take care of it...Before Ain says anything, he'll be gone in no time.As always, I fall in love with my stern hindsight."Go."In the meantime, I decided to head to where Marco was.He sat quietly on the cobblestone laid on the training ground."Father is strong. I admired him, he wanted to win... and I've been waving my sword, too. You want to beat your father, don't you? "Oh, you bet. Wanting strength is what we really want! So...""But you were trying to stop me from leaving until I used a word of respect for your father."This is just a little strange.Until then, did you want to soil Cain at all costs?Or was it also a change of heart? The fact that demons change their minds should make some difference.Maybe Marco.I admired Cain, I'm starting to think so.I guess I was attracted to the strength and Rin of that man, saying he was the real spirit of the demon.If so, Ain gets up and fishes his nose."I'll give you this."I handed Marco the demon stone I had in my palm."I'm the demon stone of Wyburn before this, but it was the strongest individual, so maybe you can help me a little"Then Marco received it bewildered.Dry adds of this era mean the same thing as demons, unlike modern times. Even so, don't use it yourself. I just haven't been able to keep up with my understanding that I've given it to you."I'm not dropping something off instead. I just wanted to give it to you.Marco reaches out and says to Ain as he walks away."How can I get my sword crossed again""That depends on your father... but if he's a good worker, I think he'll listen to what his men want."He would surely reward you.Then Marco didn't say anything. But I pulse the muscles in my body hard and excite.He gripped his sword strongly, which was rolling on the ground, and nodded at Ain's words. - After the training ground, Ain had his head in the shadow of a pillar. Because the footage was pouring in with the headache.I closed my eyes and looked desperately at the footage in the pain of about to crack.Time and place are the same as just now, training ground.Unlike Ain earlier, Marc the First King has no power in his voice and expression.All he has in the footage is no less kindness than Ein. I am healthy to respond sincerely to Marco's voice, even though he is disturbed by the matter with Archet.Same thing happened the last time I gave him the demon stone.Advice doesn't change word for word ,,, either.But Marco's mood is different now. This is neither sympathy nor contemporary awe. He was perplexed by emotions he had never had, similar to some sort of craving for asylum, for the imbalance between the vessels shown and the weaknesses revealed by the first king, Marc.Marco then stands up.That boy is fighting with a heart he can't be proud of, and he says, "What am I?" It wasn't even with Marco that Ain knew yet, but it was the moment when a big change appeared in his mind."But............... do I need pain to show the footage? Think about Lyle, the opponent of the battle, and speak lightly.Here the pain finally healed and at the same time the video was finished."When the battle is over, I'll definitely complain to you"This is about as forgiving as it gets.Wipe the sweat, walk out and it won't be long."Master Marc? What's going on here? Shannon showed up unexpectedly."I just went to the training ground.""... are you in a bad mood? You look bright blue.""I'm just tired. Sorry, I want to take a break."When they told me this was a faulty, I never wanted to snort.Sure, I would look sick right now, and it's not weird for Shannon to pack the distance more forcefully than usual against me like that.But suddenly he wants me to be able to show him the footage, and he wants me to be the one who's been given the pain.Ain looked at the arms turned to his body and made it easy."I'm a lower bitch, but to support my body-"The sweet scent that melts the brain, as well as the soft feeling pressed against the back.None of them stir up incitement right now.What exactly would Shannon have thought that he had no influence over his own abilities?Ain't never been upset though.I sighed at Shannon's "... why" voice, which leaked unexpectedly.
