The God of Comprehensive Manga is in Control

"Hmm...it seems so."

While Wei Bo was perfunctoryly talking about the past events he had no memory of, he looked at the scenery in front of him.

Since the foundation is located on the slope of a hill, from the roof you can see Miyama Town to the whole city of Fuyuki City on the coast. The air is fresh, and the sea surface is dyed pearly color by dawn, and the shadow of sails sailing far away can be discerned with the naked eye.

"How about it, isn't the view nice?"

"..."

For Weber, this is the panorama of the battlefield, and he has no time to appreciate this beauty in his heart.

"At first, I stepped into this land because of a business trip... When I discussed with Martha and decided to bury the bones in Fuyuki's land, she also asked for two things, as if it was built on a hill in the middle of the mountain, and it must be climbed from the skylight. To the rooftops... But, that Chris guy still can't forget about Toronto, those guys..."

The old man, immersed in his memories, looked at the other end of the sea and the hometown where his sons left.

"...Do you like Fuyuki that much?"

"That's right, but if you say that's the reason for quarreling and parting with your sons... To be honest, I regret it..."

The old man let out a sigh as he recalled the lonely years.

"Sitting on the roof like this and watching the stars with my grandson is a dream I have always had, although I never expected it to come true."

"……what?"

The old man's words made Weber's expression stunned.

Afterwards, the old man turned his shrewd eyes to Weber, shook his head lightly, and said.

"The real grandchildren have never accompanied me to the roof. Martha is also very afraid of heights. When I look at the stars, I am always alone..."

Compared with the sense of crisis and embarrassment, it was the feeling of shame that hit Weber more thoroughly.

"I said, Weber, you're not our grandson, are you?"

Author's message:

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ps: Push the book "As the third generation of Hokage, I came to the second dimension to run takeaway".

Introduction: This book is also called "It's Naruto who can deliver food with ninjutsu. Do you like it?" ""As the third generation of Hokage who ate and waited to die in Konoha Village, I came to the beautiful second dimension to deliver food" "As the son of Uchiha Madara and Senjujuma, is it wrong to deliver food?" "

All in all, all in all, this is a two-dimensional takeaway journey of the second generation of Ninja.

Thousand Hands Night: Earth escape!The art of delivery trucks!Fire escape!Takeaway heating technique!Flying Thunder God [-]nd stage, the art of instant takeaway delivery!

ps: The front may look a bit messy, just take a look at it casually, the progress bar of the serious Eight Classics is in Chapter [-], and the beginning here is the beginning of the story.

Chapter 88 Return to Einzbern Castle (3/3)

The hint was lifted...!

And it was this kind old man who had no magic skills.

"I……"

"Well... Although it's strange why Martha and I firmly believe that you are our grandson, but as our grandson, you are usually too polite."

"...Aren't you angry?"

Clutching his forehead, Weber asked in a low voice.

The old man said with a complicated and calm expression on his face.

"Well, although I should be angry, but recently, Martha often smiles happily, which is something that I would never have thought about before. From this point, I would like to thank you."

"..."

"After all, it looks like you didn't do anything bad to live in this house."

Why don't you hate yourself, why don't you blame yourself? For Weber, who only knows the small world of the Magic Association, the old man's tolerance is something he can't understand.

"Or maybe it's because I don't know about you that I can make this request... If possible, I hope this kind of relationship can be maintained for a while. Leaving me alone, Martha probably doesn't feel anything wrong, whether it's a dream or something. What, the time spent living with our gentle grandson is our rare treasure."

Webber couldn't bear to see the old man's appearance, he looked down at his hand.

This pair of hands that will one day create mysterious meanings, I must have such a talent, even if it is denied by others, at least I firmly believe in this possibility.

But what is the result?

Even hypnotic suggestion that the foundation of the foundation is not done well, whether it is bad luck, or accident, these excuses are useless.

Even for this old man who begged himself to "deceive us for a while longer," his technique couldn't maintain a satisfactory effect.

If it's that man, all he needs to do is laugh and drink and talk, and his goal will be achieved.

Not only did Weber Velvet's magic fail to achieve such an effect, he himself received the other party's warmth on the contrary.

Along with the remorse, there is a touch of humor.

Waver stared at the void, unaware of his surroundings, lost in thought.

Now, he fully understood the state of mind of those guys who laughed at him at the Clock Tower, and Weber himself joined those guys, laughing at his own stupidity.

Even so, he couldn't laugh.

"...Sorry, I can't make a promise to you, and I can't even guarantee that I can come back here safely next time."