Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"- If you keep your mouth shut and leave yourself to the horse, he'll run on his own. I guess horses are a lot smarter than you guys think. You just have to trust the horses to ride without thinking too much."

We also feel nostalgic for the freshmen listening to the explanation we received last year with a slightly nervous face.

Today is Horse Capture Week, the first day.

I've been tasked with mentoring beginners with Lute, and I'm standing by at a designated location. Just like we did, nobles with a strong look on their faces are smiling.

If you look right beside you, Lute also narrows his eyes and looks at the freshmen. I can't read my emotions from that look, and I also seem to remember that time.

But he's kind of dumb because he's eaten his hair by shavers and horses.

... Well, I can't tell you about people either.

At first, I had grown up with the habit of the chicks "eating my hair!? '' No, I'm not. That's definitely horse affectionate behavior." "Affectionate behavior? '' What's that? Delicious? '' Dinner? '' I mean, we're friends! Not dinner! 'Cause of Bran, who started eating my hair after hearing the conversation, my head is in trouble too.

On top of that, unlike Lute's horse, the chicks clump from Bran's head to his neck. There must have been a water-colored Mohican on Blanc's head because he was putting the little grown chicks in a row from his head. I would be foolish to have my hair eaten indifferently by a bran with even a water-colored Mohican.

............... you don't have to contend with anything.

Even if he doesn't act more affectionately now, Blanc's affection feels enough. There is no doubt about that affection.

If so, why increase the speed of eating hair while looking at Lute's horse in the eye? Why burn unnecessary confrontation?

Interrupting from eating from time to time, I said, 'Because I prefer your husband!' And who the hell is Bran competing with when he screams with all his strength and eats his hair again?

I can't help but make a scene because it's something the chicks make tea look like they're having fun with on such a blanc.

"I like my mom, too."

"Me too!

"Delicious."

"Your mom's gonna be delicious this time, right?"

"Rice, I like -"

That's how I said.

It goes without saying that those three wings were going to be gripped lightly later on in the second half of what I heard. It's important to be young. They need to know which one's up there.

By the way, the chicks' names are from above, Ains, Zwei, Dry, Feer and Humph. It was a name I gave priority to rememberability, but it was very popular with the chicks. I felt a little bad for the chicks happy with the given name, so I intend to spend the rest of my life in my mind about the origins.

The personality is Eince's haunted sister, Zwei is the most intelligent and curious, Dry has fewer words and Phea speaks the opposite often. Humph is a child who wants to look away gently while stroking.

They have been able to communicate with each other lately because they are feeding them hungry every day. When you look at me, you only said 'mom' or 'dinner', but growing up to this point in a week is a lot of a growth rate.

Intelligence seems to vary individually, but I can understand simple words and orders, and Eince and Zwei can now read simple things once they teach the letters, so it seems useful if trained properly. It wouldn't be a bad idea to ask them about themselves once they've grown a little bit more and can understand a lot more.

'Annoying! Your husband! Your husband's best is Bran, right?!? Hey?'

"Oh."

"Your husband!

I hear a frustrating blanc when I think about the chicks' future educational policies that I enjoy chatting with. Unlike the voices directed at the chicks, what does Bran, who calls me with his sweet voice, compete with from earlier, and what do you want me to do?

Until earlier, he said he cared about Lute's horse, but now if he replied to Bran, who burns the chicks up against him, "Are you a tired lover" in his heart, he would happily start eating his hair.

Happy and delightful Bran is simple and easy to handle and cute even with the right reply. Pretty, but it made me a little sad to imagine my own head shaking, either way, eating my hair.

Hissing blanc and piyo piyo noisy chicks.

Seeing Dr. Hengst and his freshman year at a distance that seems like it's been awhile, I spill one sigh after all the trouble on the noisy animals. And Claire took the borrowed reading book out of subspace and concentrated her consciousness on the written letters.

Fatalia, a small country on the edge of the continent.

Peaceful country with the main industries of farming and fishing.

In the kingdom of Fatalia, where the king and queen were good friends, and the distance between the people and the royal family was thus close, the king would break his heart for the people, and the people would run the former serene life of the gentle king. To protect such tender kings and good people, knights and nobles were a warm and serene country, as pictured, working powdered themselves.

And a child born more desirable and blessed than anyone else in such a serene country.

The Sixth King of Fatalia, Rowell von Fatalia.

He was a good prince from an early age.

He had a moderate personality, but once in possession of a weapon, he fought more valiantly than anyone else, carrying out an open and magnificent government without division. There are many who admire such a prince, and even though both the king and the queen lived, he will take over the throne of the kingdom of Fatalia in only sixteen.

King Lowell then went on to live up to the expectations of many people for a long time.

Many disaster measures were applied to the country, eliminating the gap between rich and poor. Of course, the original farming and fish industry were better developed, and industries such as fine crafts flourished based on the discovery of Silver Mountain.

And King Lowell, the most flourishing Fatarian nation in the history of the nation, five years ago. It sparked a war that engulfed the entire continent, leaving the world with the name of the Mad King and the Fatarian kingdom that he should have defended and mercied.

We still don't know what happened to his king, who was known as you.

Why the hell, what do you think, King Lowell caused the war?

Now that the Fatarian nation is dead, none of us have the art of knowing.

The only thing we can say is, led by [Fiery Spear Brave] Xeno von Aginis, a rare sorcerer and the famous Celery von Thermos; Elva von Ricard, a medicinal practitioner who was also said to surpass the Virgin; Libro von Baird, who broke through many ploys with his wise eyes.

Only that we were very fortunate to live in the Magister Country that they defended, known as Four Young-Jie, while many nations were ravaged by the war.

This is how I would have done it if they hadn't been here, and the day would never have come again to hold a brush in relaxation. I would like to express my gratitude to them for saving so many lives with their lives.

And I will leave this book in the world, hoping that their feats will be told to future generations.

"- The aristocrats will be able to ride for sure, so do as you please. I don't know how to teach us teachers right now. You can go with your husband, too. Even if they stay and complain, we're in trouble too."

I felt Dr. Hengst's voice, which sounds slight, and the explanation was also at the end of the line. I close the book as I slip my eyes to the last word of thanksgiving and make a pattan and a noise. Feeling the refreshing breeze blowing through the meadows on my cheeks, I dropped my eyes on the cover of a book I had finished reading.

............... what shall I say to Claire.

At the end of the day, after the indescribable reading aftertaste of the book I had finished on the run, I wondered what I would do if Claire lent me this book and asked me what I thought.

I am very unsure what to say about this entertainment novel based on the trigonometry of Grandpa, Grandma, and Grandma's childhood familiarity, Master Celery, based on the War of Forty Years ago.

A beautiful Duke's Lady, who suddenly appeared and swung between the slightly crude, clumsy but gentle [fiery spear brave] who saved his predicament and the kind princess who was a brilliant magician and brother alike.

It is common, and it is a setting that the ladies seem to like.

But in the first place, he had an engagement story between his wife and Master Celery, but he wasn't actually engaged. I have never heard of such an obsession between Grandpa and Selly.

And then Grandpa and Lady Celery said, "Who's this? It was so beautified. Incredibly, Master Celery was such a bright white young man. It won't be possible.

That's how 70% of the body is the true and false suspicious romantic pattern of the three of us, but with the remaining 30%, including thanksgiving, we are very seriously touching about the war, and it's hard to keep it down because the misery and confusion of the time comes through with a shine. It was very interesting to follow through with speculation that was flying around at the time, such as about the cause of the war.

But the fault of the three strong melodramas of entertainment elements that make up the majority makes me doubt the authenticity of the serious part.

In a nutshell, subtle.

Women seem to like it, but men are books that have trouble with their thoughts.

"I don't think we're done explaining yet."

"No, I just finished reading"

"Right. He had a subtle face, but what were you reading?

Lute tells me he was thinking about making Claire uncomfortable for recommending the book. Looking at a group of freshmen, Lute seemed to give me a heads-up when I was reading the book.

Since the rescue play, the relationship was repaired to such an extent that Lute, who softened his attitude, was not even comfortable with him, but chatted this way. This gives me a subtle air when Master Gray is around, but in other situations it is generally a good relationship.

If he showed silently the cover of the book he had on such a lute, he was immediately turned to a gaze containing pity.

".................. I read that Serejayla recommended me too"

"Feelings, what's up?

"It would have been decided to laugh appropriately and delude"

"... right"

After the gaze of pity, I look out for the whining words. Ask what you answered with a hint of hope to Lute, who seems to have already been recommended and read, and what a pitiful way to deal with it was to return it.

You noticed me disappointed by my powerless reply, and Lute has argued with a disgruntled look.

"There's nothing else you can do, is there? This book has too much to say to share your thoughts. If you tell her the truth, it'll only hurt your mood."

"... don't bother"

"Oh. Trouble."

The words of Lute, who nodded deeply at my powerless response, contained a heavy sense of reality. Looking out for her cute seems to be the same everywhere.

The conversation breaks down at the border with Lute's heavy words. Around here we can't laugh at each other or say sorry for the man's habits, I guess me and Lute are similar or closer when it comes to dealing with lovers.

"..................... Well, that's arr 'cause of the strong romantic color, but the same author wrote" The Great War Journal "would have been better. It is more detailed in serious style and written about the time. The life of the Fatarian nation or Mad King Rowell von Fatalia. Movements in neighbouring countries and confusion among the people. It was also about mercenaries and it was a book that would make me very much"

It was Lute who broke the silence he visited because of his subtle empathy. The topic of the book, which went on as if to shed some subtle air drifting, is interesting to me right now and I eat it up unexpectedly.

Indeed, Opis should have been active even in the war of forty years ago.

"About Opis, too?

"There it is. Are you interested in Opis? Sounds like a pretty good mercenary regiment, but they only move with money, so I guess Aginis isn't feeling well enough to use it?

"No. I'm just looking into it because I hear a lot about you being witnessed lately"

Ask about the Opis you are most interested in right now and you will naturally get back to me. Continuing the conversation with admiration for Lute's extensive knowledge that he even has mercenary knowledge in his habit of not keeping the spindle in battle.

There is no certainty that it will be a battle so far. But I'm sure there's a lot to make you smell. I tried to get information from Master Celery and then put exploration into Father, Grandfather, Sebastian and Mordo, but I'm very suspicious. I may just feel that way because I'm trying to doubt it, but I feel signs that I'm intentionally trying to hide it. For this reason, we are now in the process of gathering information from elsewhere by giving up on getting information from our fathers.

It breaks my bones to let my fathers crack my mouth, and most importantly, I have trouble overdoing it and hiding it extra cleverly. Now you should pull back and peek at the opportunity.

"............ I see. Then I'll ask my parents to do it. The merchants, adventurers and mercenaries have a good face. Maybe you'll know where they went."

I remember Lute's brilliance once again when I remembered the attitude of his fathers who told me not to have to get involved with children.

The word "witnessed" alone seems to have made me understand what I'm looking into Opis for, and Lute has a fast head spin.

Let's just say we're arguing for a difference of position where we're not prying in vain.

Me and Master Gray have power to speak. The black ones are as white as we say they are. Nobility has aristocratic circumstances, which is why it is often impossible to say. Based on the circumstances around it, Lute correctly understands the areas where he can stick his foot in and suggests what he can do.

What you can and can't do, what you can and shouldn't do.

Lute is very good at identifying boundaries based on his own hand tags.

"It would help if you did. Are you sure?

"Oh, I took care of you."

If you nod to Lute's offer that you don't even wish for, Lute speaks without making any further extra remarks. We have a conversation that sounds like it if we hit it, but we don't take a slice of the extra stuff. I realised that the chairman wasn't Dade for such a lute attitude.

"Well, tell me who's never ridden a horse, and who's not sure about equestrian, even if he's ridden one, to those seniors over there. Later, take your favorite horse and move freely. That's it! Dismissed!

At the end of a series of conversations, the unique voice of Dr. Hengst echoes around. At the same time, the freshmen began to scatter as directed.

Those who, with slight tension, turn to the horse with pleasure among friends or to the teacher in awe of the horse they see for the first time. Among them, I speak to Lute, confirming those who are coming this way with an anxious look on their face.

"That's it for the chatter."

"Right. By the way, Aginis. You should do something about that head."

".................. ok"

"Ah."

Lute, who made himself right in my call, calmly tells me after seeing me. I removed the towel from the subspace, gently wiped it, and then fixed my hair with my hands.

And I give a voice to Bran, who looks at me with regret.

"It's time, Bran. The juniors are watching, so get dressed."

'Eh! I'll take care of it, sir! Put your husband on board,' cause the only thing that shines best is Bran! A guy who can't let his husband on Bran blind you, he has a strange aesthetic sense of it! Because this bran will make your husband look better than anyone else!

"... so much so please"

"Pleasure!

I stroke Bran's nostrils, which motivate him to my words, and now I reach out to the piyo piyo noisy chicks over Bran's head.

"It's time!

'We have to work hard!

"Good luck"

"It's time to show the kids how wonderful we are!

"... Dinner"

- Unfortunately, you guys are this way.

"" "" "'Eh!?

"'Er!? Not'. You can't even fly yet, but you'd be in danger if you wandered around where the horse runs. You guys are leaving messages here."

I should have spoken to Bran, but for some reason I grab the chicks who show motivation and put them in a cage with pointy pointy pointy. Of course, in doing so, I can grasp the dry and fier that was treating me as bait and say, "Be nice." Humph had let him eat a little magic after lightly gripping it because it was noisy with 'rice' from earlier.

Shortly after it was tightened and tormented, as soon as I gathered the magic in my hands, I said, 'Mom!' And I say nothing to Humph, who glows and rejoices. I stroked Ains and Zwei's head at the end of the day, thinking of the word "birdhead" in such a humph appearance.

"Ains, Zwei. Keep an eye on the other three. You guys are smart enough to do that, right?

"'I'll do my best!

"Mm-hmm. You guys be nice, too, huh?

"'Yes'"

I'll ask two of the firm ones to monitor me, and I'll also stroke Dry and Feer's head, which doesn't seem interesting.

And after confirming the grown-up chicks, I said goodbye to the five of them and put the cage on the edge of the fence, and followed Lute across Bran's back to teach the freshmen equestrian instruction.