Eternal Log

The guards walk towards the back of the building, the main mountain of Pope Lars, so as to avoid the crowd.

The crowd is gathered on the table to see the witches now out in the front of the building, so there are few people on the back.

Well, suppose someone told you to go around back without looking at a witch at the witch's birthday ritual, it would be some kind of evil person with crumbs.

The guards head to the entrance behind the building.

There are strict guards at the entrance, but when the guards guiding us spoke, they paved the way.

"This way."

We follow the guards and go inside the building through the back entrance.

The interior of the building is also uniform in white, with a qualitative construction.

You look beautiful.

"Right."

Return to the words Shirley shrugged.

Indeed, a unified interior in white is a rolling word.

I don't think I can have a bad idea if I'm here.

"Lars must be pure above all. Pure white white. And it's based on the minimum life you need. Because luxury is supposed to stain your mind and dye it black."

The guide's guard looked back at me and Shirley's whining and gave me an explanation about Lars.

I do think that makes sense.

But it can be hard to do that.

As there is still a difference between royalty and the people, and there are children like Mayfa and the others.

I guess you can't say it's a mistake because you can't say it's because that's why.

Even if it is difficult to implement, it may be important to set up an ideal and get close to it.

Besides, Lars is a teacher, and I'm not pushing it.

I'm sure if this was pushing, it would seem like a riot or something, but it would be great not to push it and try to make that look like someone at the center himself would run it.

"Please wait in this room."

Looks like I got into a room while I was thinking a lot.

We stepped into the room where we were guided.