"… so about one person from me to Van Damme was the carrier to provide combat personnel"
In the living room of the Rain Shore Mansion, Lily told three people in front: Mutsuki, Akiko, and Platinum Taro.
"Have you ever wanted to go? It's an exciting lukewarm rule that you shouldn't kill your opponent, so fight in a playful mood."
"Oh, then I want to go. And training."
Akiko raises her hand.
"I'd like to go, too. This is what I said earlier. You win?
Platinum Taro also raises his hand and asks anxiously.
"Make up your mind."
"Sarasu is a lily! There you go, Akiko. Jahn, ho, ho..."
Encouraged by the lily, he was a platinum taro with a radiant expression and a temper, but that expression changes into a soggy one.
"I wanted to go and contribute to Lily..."
While he seemed to resent Akiko, who gave him a silent look, he bumped and blurred White Kintaro.
"I don't have a problem with contributions or anything like that. This is what I suggested for you, for your spare time and for your training."
"I wonder if Taro Platinum can only take all the stories that Lily brings because of Lily."
Lily teases with a troublesome face, and she perceives Lily's mood and the Moon palates.
"Oh, that's my role, so I can think of it that way first!
"You should be able to make a good judgment from the flow of the story."
"I will refine..."
He was the Summoning White Kintaro, but he continued to sound like a pain in the ass and became sober.
"But it doesn't have anything to do with Mom's face, does it? You're going to the help of someone in a cooperative relationship for once, so if you lose, you don't look too good, do you?
Akiko confirms.
"You don't have to worry about that area. When you lose, you lose, and you can't work with someone like that if you're one of those little things that you're either blind to or underestimating on your own. Of course I've never been over to win."
"Oh, my God, Mom, that's sweet"
"It's not about being nice or anything."
"Well, Mom, it's lit up."
"Totally this kid..."
I smiled at Akiko, who teased her with a slight laugh, with a face that was not even slight.
Theodore, Raphael and Biton were all having dinner at the spinning sushi shop.
From Raphael's side, Theodore is a trustworthy person today, and from Theodore's point of view, he was the first to reveal his precious secrets, so while Theodore was in Japan, he decided to deepen his rapport with each other.
As a matter of fact, Raphael is sneaking around to invite him to the reformists of the clan when he gets closer to Theodore.
"Tomorrow at last. From your point of view, is that person Yoshiku Takada likely to be trusted?
Biton asks Theodore.
"It's the opposite impression of the original. I can like it."
"Right."
To Theodore, who answers with a smile, I think it's a terrible answer, and bitters.
"I make weird representations, but I have the impression that it's sparkling. And hot. Big."
"Looks like you can count on me."
Biton also spilled a laugh at the way Theodore valued him.
"Don't leave it up to me, but if you have any claims that you really want me to convey, I'll contact you in advance and ask you to do so."
"Okay."
Theodore snorts at Raphael's push.
(Sounds like you're really taking care of your kids...... Although I heard that my real age is a child and my body is an adult)
Look at the two of you, Biton thinks. Raphael's stance on Theodore has always been like this.
"I checked the person out. Although in the category of backstreet informant, he is a former newspaper reporter and still seems to move alongside his informant job, often following case articles. I mean, I could say a raw journalist."
In a pale tone, Raphael speaks.
"I was somewhat involved with Van Damme before. I'm doing an interview when the bashing on the back street happens. I'm still doing a good job here, but I don't know if it'll be a tongue fight..."
"Yeah, like not thinking negatively about everything. Sure, you're a three-year-old, but you just need to get some experience from now on. I'll support you as much as I can, so don't hesitate to call me when you're in trouble."
"Oh, I know...... thanks"
Biton looked at Raphael, who spoke faceless and kind words, and Theodore, who thanked him with sorrow, as he bowed down while eating sushi.
"What?"
Raphael notices that gaze and looks at Biton.
"No, I think you've changed your impression a lot. When you were rebelling against me, you had a ruthless image."
"That's my image that you rubbed in your head on your own. I'm telling you, I was aware that you were looking at me like that, and I didn't feel very good."
"Oh well... sorry"
It was a bitton to apologize to Raphael, but the very way you behaved was ruthless in the first place, and you could not help it if it seemed so.
Kate makes another sneak call to Sister at an unattended time.
"I arrived in Japan now. I haven't seen Kate's face raw in a long time tomorrow as I go straight to the hotel tonight - shin '
"Yes, I'll make it easy stain and oli"
"Junko also contacted me. I told her that Kate and I knew each other - If you don't tell me, it's gonna be tough. '
"That's more like Yoi, Mass."
Kate also knows that Sister is an acquaintance with Junko.
"Junko may be discerning who you are, but she can see and she's strong, so don't worry."
"Discerning Ter? Isn't it Kara who is hyotting and spotting, Junko ha cooperative? Socite......"
"You think Junko is using you to kill Cornelius? I don't think so either. Given her character, I don't think so."
"... Then I believe you, Soo"
While not falling to her heart, Kate decided to believe Sister's words. He's the most trusted person in the world. But...
If the time comes to put it on the scale, Kate has already made up her mind which one to take.
At night - Teodor called me as Shizuku was walking outside.
"Tomorrow, please."
"Hmm... I'd like to leave it to you, but honestly, I'm anxious"
If you talk about this, even though you think they can make you anxious, you should be honest about your mood.
'I'm sorry. Even though it's really a role I have to play...'
"Fine. Even I don't hate doing it. He said he was excited, and if he really didn't like it, he said no."
Intentionally bright voice prolonged. It's not like I'm energetic.
"I'm willing. There is also a fighting spirit. I'm just more anxious."
'A lot of things... I wanted to say... but I stopped'
"What's that? What are you trying to say? You're curious. Tell me."
Encourage Theodore, who tells him without power, to laugh painfully.
'There are a few things that I've come up with that I want you to hold this point down, and I want you to insist on this, but I thought it would be... different to order that one beforehand. You're the one who fights as a player, but I'm the one who says this...'
Raphael was told to tell him beforehand, Theodore, but I just heard his stepfather's voice, and I lost that feeling. I felt so strongly that I shouldn't.
"That's... correct. If you say that, I won't take it. I'll do it, but that's what you ask. I'll let you do whatever I want."
'Right. Glad I didn't tell you.'
Theodore relieves herself when she hears the tone of a long time ago.
"Whatever the consequences, let me say what I want, and let me do what I want. I'm me, and I have a lot of thoughts about this. I'm still meant to be on the media side."
'I get it. Watch closely'
The phone hung up.
(Finally... Stage and opponent completely out of shape......)
I imagine a lot. When it comes to arguing in a venue where people gather, a picture of an informant's flair relative to a man who is a living legend on a global scale. What would the audience think? "Who is he?" "How could an informant be in a seat like that?" "" Is this a unilateral genocide show by Van Damme? "- I'm sure that's how it seems at first.
(Do you know the difference in height that you can't give or the difference in character? No, because it's not, because there's an overwhelming difference, there's a romance to turn you around)
I walked forever through the town at night, desperately inspiring myself not to be crushed by anxiety and fear.