My mother and grandfather also wanted to accompany me, "This kind of thing, let the kids go with each other!" And Mr. Dorothea scolded me, forbidden.
The way you circle your back with sogginess resembles a funny thing, and I think these two are the parents and the children.
That's why me and Phee, Brev and Sisty's siblings x brothers and sisters go out of town.
Brev has ten hands. Sisty needs a brooch.
Each one of them is subtle and dull.
"Yes, the city! Phew, I like to go outside!
An angel holding my hand tightly jumped.
"Beautiful city."
No, neat, should I say?
Wang Du, for example, is an old city, so even if it is separated from the aristocratic and commercial districts, it is outgoing and chatty.
There are many winding paths, as well as trails.
Cyril, on the other hand, has a straight stretch of streets, precisely demarcated.
Should I call it an Acer Eye like Kyoto?
It was also impressive to call it a city composed of horns and 'straight lines'.
"Isn't Cyril a new city? Why are you so, so neat?
"Am I...? I don't know what you're talking about, Al.
When I asked Brev, he tilted his neck.
He is Cyril's born and raised. Maybe this is what you take for granted.
Sisty answers on my behalf.
"Uh, right. I have heard that the final battlefield when the Royal Moonrain was' replaced 'by the Frasevelc family was this city of Cyril. They say the vast majority of Cyril has been burned by the war. Meanwhile, it seems that the Wang Capital didn't have to get caught up in the war, thanks to the fact that this was the main battlefield. So, with compensation and gratitude, he said he got quite a bit of money out of the new king..."
"I have luxurious funds, so he said I rebuilt them planned. That's how it's done."
Later I asked Grandpa Shark that if he was a nobleman who had lived in Cyril since before the war, he was caught up in the war, was on the old royal side, and for a variety of reasons, there were quite a few anti-Fracevelk family members.
In the unlikely event of unrest in the royal family, it is possible to eat the aftermath.
Normally, a large city close to the King's Capital would be a leading candidate for a place of refuge or destination, but Cyril doesn't seem to be either. Sword swallowing, sword swallowing.
"Still, Sisty, you know something. Great......"
"Yes, no, that's not..."
My face turned red and I leaned down. Not only are you modest, but you're a lighter.
Brev, on the other hand, shrugs at his lack of interest.
"How interesting is the history of the city?
Hey, executive aspirant, is that good?
If you are on the side of policing, you will have trouble knowing as little about places and houses that are likely to be sparks.
"What's Cyril's security like?
What if we're talking about modern times, not the past? Especially when it comes to me.
Because it concerns the safety of my young sister.
"Whoa, if you're not alarmed, there's nothing wrong with you."
Brev's not for the Japanese. He assures me of safety. No, not here, not in Japan.
"Heck! Ha ha, Phew protects! All the enemies, fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh!
With a brave look, My Angel embraces me.
I cared about security by showing Phee who she was, but she was this girl who inspired her desire for asylum against me. I'm sorry I'm actually weaker than a three-year-old.
"Don't worry. The first place I'll show you is very safe, right?
Brev asked me to close one eye.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Here! This is a dream country!
My Sister, her eyes sparkle and jump.
It was the park that led me to Hatcoz.
It's also close to a Japanese park.
There is a blanco, there is a sandbox, and there is a sea saw.
If you do have a fie eye, this would be a dream country.
(Speaking of which, Mother said she played with Bronco as a child. Given the distance from my parents, I guess I played here)
Naturally, there are many parents and children. Sure, there are people's eyes here. The safety level should be high.
"Cyril's Adventurer's Guild has had a long time, Mr. Shark's idea, and every day, I have a job touring the park. Because kids are important."
Yeah. Kids matter.
But Grandpa, I thought you suggested it for my daughter's cuteness, didn't I?
"Yay, yay! Phew, Bronco, I want to ride! But I want to play in the sandbox too! Phew, trouble! What do I do!?"
My Angel's gaze comes and goes to the sandbox, to Blanco, to me. It's grated.
However, the hand holds my clothes tightly, so I think you want to play with it.
"Erm. If I get dirty in the sand, I'll have to go home soon, so let's blanco it first"
"Yay, up ahead, I know exactly what you mean! Shinri-kun! Phew, I'm back in love!