The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being

That day, there was a murder in the kitchen of the royal castle.

This is what I learned later, but it's a fight between a cook and a caterer. It seems that the original bad friend finally exploded. The butler had a knife nearby and suddenly stabbed him.

When they caught him, the butler panicked and ran away with the murder weapon in his hand.

After being chased by the guards, he kept running and eventually came to the less popular garden.

To us.

Well, we don't know that either. It's a memorable, first-time meeting place.

Speaking of which, I have a high tension with the unexpected feeling of flagging two beautiful boys.

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Even the wooden knife of the sword in my hand is adorable!

The start of the Harlem Event!? Do you like older sisters!? Love escape ants!?

It was just when you and the two boys stared at each other while you were in the middle of a big bang.

From a distance, you can hear a noisy cry.

They all looked at each other in unison and were stunned.

What is it!? A man with a bloody knife! Suspicious!? Wow, they're coming this way!

Well, it's not such a rare sight in the slums. It must be a very exciting sight for the greenhouse-growing kids.

Anyway, the unsuspecting danger is closing in on us.

Oh, this is bad. Hostage course? My eyes are already completely facing me.

The moment I thought about it, a vision of three patterns came to mind.

An intracerebral image that should not be in the memory of the example.

You can almost say it's predictive footage of the future. He's a great prophet. Recently, it often happens so I'm getting used to it and calling it a vision.

So, pattern 1. As soon as I ran away, my spear turned towards the child with red hair.

Pattern 2. If you play karate on the killer who comes at me, I lack the weight and power, and I get hurt and taken hostage.

So I went to Pattern 3.

As soon as I was about to be caught by a man rushing in with a stick, I grabbed the clothes on my chest and jumped in with the momentum of the opponent.

It's like throwing it on my back!!

Fuhahaha! I also have a judo technique from four muscle gorillas in my previous life!!

I'm used to big opponents, and even kids can roll amateurs through the gap!

With a flowing momentum, he stood up in a spinning motion on a man. Stand at a distance and gaze at the man while enjoying a piece of his heart.

The man was beaten from his back to the ground without being able to accept it, and although it was even lighter, my entire body weight hit my stomach directly, and I was stung and depressed.

Ah, I see. Don't stop breathing. Like falling into a gravel road without feeling it, Alienai.

The man was seized by a guard who quickly caught up with him.

Hey, settle down!!

I put my gaze back on as if nothing had happened.

The boys were looking back at me.

Well, yeah. If a strange little girl suddenly throws a thug lightly in front of her and makes it flat, that would be surprising. Slam boys would cheer a lot.

You can praise me, Hora!

When she saw me next door, Ms. Kato smiled bitterly. Kato knows. Because you're on the side against me.

In the meantime, I talked to the boys with a smile.

"I'm Zachariah. A great prophet. Nice to meet you!"

This was the meeting between later King Cornelius Glenville and later Prime Minister Isaac Clayton.

At this time, I could see it, right?

Rather than being best friends... they have a deep relationship with me.