Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

September 25th. Around the same time as the date changed.

From the square of the Divine Tree, to the south lies the Cathedral of Zeon, the main mountain of the Divine Tree.

Large, ancient and spectacular stone rental buildings.

As an institution for the worship and service of the Divine Tree, the highest ranked witch, hereinafter referred to as the fifth ranked worshipper or squire, resides. Mainly the ground floor serves as a cathedral and is open to the general public if during the day. Only a limited number of people are allowed in and out in the middle of the night, so they lose popularity and become quiet.

That is especially remarkable on this day.

Most of those who serve witches in the hall are forced to sleep.

"No, you don't. Enough is enough. I don't think it's your fault. But if you think so, please, just keep watching. I..."

On a large blowout window, an altar with the structure of the iconic Great Tree subsides.

Put your hands together in front of your chest. Lie on your knees and drool your head. Mint dialogue with the Divine Tree with prayer. In the middle of this, he was surrounded by a dozen extremists who had pushed him. Still, she couldn't be a wolf. There was some conjecture due to the slight noise in the hall.

Or I could say I was already ready.

"I had a hunch. Still, I only hoped for you...... Royles"

"Dear Milfint. I beg your pardon... for thinking of you."

If you've got one thing in mind, it's that it's Royles who's bringing in the extremists. As a reliable squire, as a brother who divided the blood, the trust that had come to pray in half was unbroken and scattered.

"Think of me... so what are you going to do?

"I release you from the witch's curse. Reclaim the lost time."

"... you still don't know anything. As one of my feelings."

Exhausted and brilliant, Mint activated a photon of the tree soul.

The power of a witch has two properties. It is something that degenerates brilliance and produces woodworkers, something that breathes heart and soul into woodworkers, but is given every command. The tree man increases the power only by the amount of photons spent at the time of generation, and acts highly independently with complex instructions being assembled in advance.

But before generating the woodsman, she was stuffed with time by Royles. When they poked Mizo with a straight sword pattern, he fell to the floor. With its original strength, it would not take a single breath to produce a united wooden man, so there was enough room to intercept him.

That's why he looked surprised to find out about it.

"Dear Milfint... WHY!?

I'm questioned by Royles, who looks like he's out of prospect.

"A little, I'm tired. Make yourself at home. What you're reading is a symbol. The power has been expressed, from that day on, all the way to today... then just finish me off already -"

Words are lost to butt blushes, and finally mint consciousness as well.

"You to hear these words?... you're not, are you?

Ask yourself by holding Mint's body.

Two, Royles heard a relaxed applause on the back.

"No, beautiful sibling love. When I get older, my tear glands loosen up. To free my sister from the witch's curse, I consort with extremists. Even if my sister doesn't want me to feel comfortable, on the altar where the moonlight plugs in, she decided to be ready to do it through... we don't love talking about these hands."

Royles looks back and stares at the man he said with a mouthful that makes him so brown.

She strokes her slightly bald blonde hair into her crotch. Many pimples on faces with their cheeks drooping from too much meat would be caused by indigestion. The appearance of wearing a black beauty showing the second place in the divine tree's teaching sequence was felt exposing the fat body at all costs.

Makanov, the leader of the extremists, walks over with about a few women on both sides. I even try to reach out and touch the mint that makes me do nasty fingering.

"Don't touch my sister with your filthy hands"

As soon as he expressed his brilliance and intimidated him, Royles lowered his voice and advised him.

"Try the same thing again... there's a wind hole in your ugly body"

"Oh, scary things, scary things. You really don't love your sister, do you?

With a humble grin, Makanov says chill.

"Say the requirements, what's the situation?

"Earlier, hey, I didn't summon all the extremists into the hidden room, I've preached the teachings......" Our compatriots, who love the Divine Tree, have been unjustly detained and imprisoned! 'And hey. Just give him a big father-in-law name, and the more different the power... I mistakenly assume that the more the Jailers form, the stronger they become. No, it was funny. "

From the solemn to the feeble state, the narrative changes from time to time in conjunction with the words.

"... the scraps"

"Don't forget you're chewing one on that crumb plan. If you don't speak very well, the night lane is in jeopardy.

I get ear punched with an angry voice. I feel lustful malice everywhere towards him as he pushes himself into silence and feels better, waves his love away at the women who make him samurai.

"There's so much to immerse yourself in sentiment. It's depressing if you're watching. That kind of thing, you do what you do, and then you ask for it, right? Roilzu......"

It's been a while. Always let me try to be free. Wait for me...

Staring at the face of the overheld mint, Royles cemented his resolve.

The night was about to dawn.