979 Who Goes Our Way, Part 19 - Martyrs in Ambition ⑥

"Monkey Maru, the stuffing of your moves is sweet. Blood has flown back to my cup."

"Sorry"

Monkey Maru lay flat in puritanical leisure with a wet knife behind his back on the ground. There is also a dog guard next door and a pigeon. Outside the handicap, Shino appeared very quietly.

"Dear White Fun, the servants of the great names have dispersed as planned in four places, each of which has been consolidated with the gestures of our four families. You can set it up whenever you want."

"I'll leave it to you. Do it right."

"So then..."

"Ah, I'm doing something interesting. Mix it up, too."

A loose voice while suddenly heard on a pressing occasion, but everyone couldn't get over the feeling of anxiety. It is the voice of a symbolic figure of anxiety that everyone is accustomed to hearing. Only one person, only Puritanical Baiyu, had a feeling about this, calmly saw the Lord of the Voice.

"Bradymaria, are you here to see me"

"Sasu but Shiraku, you know me very well ~"

Brady Maria, who looks like a child, is cleansed with a sweet voice. Only that figure may be adorable, but everyone on the spot knows the essence. She kills people with laughter, holds hands and feet if she is unhappy, and screws her neck off to boredom. Even though it would be dangerous to just let the body touch the righteousness of such destruction, Puritan Baiyu was gentle with his head. As if even a child would give up.

I put my head on Purgatory White Fun's lap and snapped to sweeten Brady Maria as she looked up at White Fun.

"Hey, hey, I'm here to see you today - I've got another favor to ask."

"What, say it. Anything I can do, I'll ask."

"I think this is a good opportunity for Atashi and the kids in their first line."

Bradymaria's voice was echoed by a tingly puritanical white eyebrow. My eyes moved quickly and caught Brady Maria's innocent look.

"Are you serious? It shouldn't be long since I was born yet."

"Hey, haven't you ever seen a wild animal called White Fun? A child who can't stand on his own feet right after birth is abandoned by his parents? Same goes for Atashi. There's no use for weak children who can't fight right after birth."

"This fight, the opponents are quite astute. The great names are accompanied by up to a hundred soldiers, and every place keeps them. You should be bringing the elite for that. That's around a thousand people each in one place. You think you can do something about that?

"No matter how strong you say you are, you are human ~? If you can't defeat about a thousand people, Atashi will strangle you herself ~, Haha!

Brady Maria's eyes glow bright red. Even Puritanical White Fun could not forbid fear in its eyes. Once again, Puritanical White Fun learned that Bradymaria fundamentally thinks differently than a creature called man.

Puritanical White Fun pushed and killed fear and returned Bradymaria silently, staring at her. It didn't matter, for example, that they made fun of humans. In fact, because Puritanical White knew that if Bradymaria cared about it, neither man nor ghost on this continent could live or otherwise. At the same time, Puritanical White Fun knew why Bradymaria would not.

Did you take the attitude of puritanical leisure as an affirmation? Bradymaria squealed her fingers properly, calling her own son.

"Come on, Tiran. Say hello to your father."

"It's the first time I've seen you, Father. My name is Tyran, and I need you to know me."

That's what I said and came into the room was a young child who wondered if it would even be ten. But neither Puritanical White Fun, nor anyone who was on the spot saw its existence as a child. Its intimidation, its lack of clearance. Whoever saw it, it was a warrior of war. Even Poetry had thought of it as if it had been born to fight.

The boy was watching puritanical leisure, shaking his mother's conceded golden hair and his father's conceded brown eyes. No, I felt puritanical leisure when it was prescribed.

"Was it not long after birth that I saw my face before? I left my name to Brady Maria, but you call me Tyran."

"Yes. Actually, I saw your father by then, but I still didn't have the words to say hello. I wanted to see you sooner because I was able to walk twenty days after birth, but my mother told me not to interrupt because my father seemed busy. My deepest apologies for the delay in greeting you."

Tyran was not bad at all and apologized only in words. Puritanical white pleasure revealed discomfort in the words.

"Kid. Your head and tongue seem to spin, but you apparently don't know the respect for the other person and what the word apology means. When I apologize, I bow my head to people."

"I can't do that"

"Why"

"I will eventually be able to unite the world. Is there a ruler who bows his head to the servant?"

Everyone was a little nervous about what I said. Purity White Fun asked his sincerity as he glanced at Tyran.

"Kid, did I say it was you? Did you say you could unite the world?

"Yes, I said"

"Whose idea is that?"

"It's not anyone, it's my certainty. I'll be stronger than anyone, that's what instinct tells me. Not even to Father yet, but let's go beyond Father in a year or two. My mother is still far out of reach, but let's get over it in a decade. That way, few are stronger than me, and 20 years from now I'm presumed to be at the top of the world."

"You..."

Purity White Fun stared at Tyran. It doesn't look like Tyran is telling lies or thoughts blown into others. That's what I'm serious about. But Purity White Fun didn't feel like laughing, I couldn't be. The pressure I felt from Tyran would certainly not extend to me, but I felt it would soon be so much the same as myself.

Purity White Fun made up his mind.

Continued