Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

The territorial arquette closest to the King Sinclair capital.

Due to the news delivered by Roscoe, lord of its Arquette territory, a line of counes, ready and departing as soon as possible during the day, drove the arrows until the sun fell, marching all the way toward Arquette territory.

Nevertheless, at a time when the night book had also completely fallen, it was early to take royalty to the boulders to advance through the dangerous night desert, with the words of Spike, who had been entrusted with the captain of the escort, one line running the night camp.

Daytime is a desert night that changes your complexion.

Four simple but rather large tents are erected in the night camp, where simple walls were created by the benefactory technique. Bones and the like can only be molded from the earth by beneficence, so tents can only be made with thin but thermally insulating tents. It is a comfortable space with guaranteed size and moderate room temperature.

In the heart of those four tents are burning fires that pay for the darkness of the night. There was also a simple kama made of benevolence on which was placed a yakan.

Dinner was over, and while some of the convoys were on perimeter alert, Leelyn, promoted to captain and deputy captain of the convoy, Anneal, who was on the same path as a samurai with coune and coune, and Shining surrounded the fireworks.

Post-dinner tea prepared by Anil from hand (?) I received a warm beverage that looked like it, and the glow that spoke of it squeezed my eyes.

"... it's delicious. It's sinister, but it's also sweet. And it smells good."

"Hehe, thank you, Master Gwanghui. I extract it from the leaves of a fruit tree called Parul, but it's a must drink on a journey to the desert at night because it's nutritious and warms the body. I don't like Kune."

"Ugh, 'cause isn't it sinister? I forget the taste of dinner because of it. This is your medicine. Kune doesn't recognize Parul tea as tea. If you don't admit it, Kune assures you!

To Kuhne's sinister expression and powerful assertion, Spike laughed bitterly, and Leelyn smiled as she shrugged.

Sometimes it's a grown-up or actually quite belly-black coune, but the tongue usually looks like a child tongue. The tannins and bitterness are like enemies in distress.

Drinking Parul tea is Theory, so he drinks to drink without refusing, but he only smiles as he drinks to lick his little one, I see, indeed.

"... what are you laughing at, brave man"

"Yes, no, nothing"

To Kune, who looked at herself sideways with a muddled look, Shining turned away from her face as she was about to erupt. I have both one and two habits, and a lot of ploys have been made, but I can't hate it when I can look like this for the year. Or maybe Shining just doesn't love anyone else.

You found me laughing, and Kune stares at me.

"That being said, Mr. Spike is Mr. Spencer's son, isn't it?

As Spencer had already told me, he had only been introduced to his name and title before he left, so Mitsui asked him to change the subject.

Spike answers with a bitter smile as he perceives that Kwong Fai has fled to himself.

"Yeah, it's not like blood is connected. An honor or a good fortune, when I was just a little girl, I found the talent of a sword in me for losing my family in the Dark One raid and welcomed me as an adopted child."

"Oh, excuse me..."

"No. You don't have to worry about me. It's not uncommon to lose someone inside or a friend when the Dark One strikes you."

That's what I said, Spike laughing frankly like there's really nothing to include.

This young man with eyes in short red copper hair. He is twenty-four years old, but tells me that his forged body, his carved wounds, and the surrounding atmosphere are the warriors in the corner.

My face doesn't resemble Spencer's, but my acuteness as a warrior in the back of my eyes is just like my adoptive father's, an atmosphere that I would be convinced if they told me I was a parent and a child.

Though Spencer tells me not to worry, Mitsuhei has one evil look on her face when she waves an inadvertent topic even though she heard she was an adopted son.

"Brave man, you don't have a delicacy! Kune, I don't think there's any delicacy!

"Ugh."

"Even Kune is losing other than her sister, and Anil is losing her grandfather, and Leelyn is losing her mother, in the war ahead. Oh, I'm hurt! Kune and everyone, I'm so hurt!

"Shh, excuse me. It is often said that there is no delicacy. I'm so sorry!"

"I forgive Kune because he has a wide heart. But" it's just... "

That's what he says and shows tolerance, while Kune gently offers about half a cup he drinks up.

Kids Tongue Enemy - Parul Tea.

... He said the limit came about half way down. It would mean drinking instead, including retaliation for being laughed at earlier.

It was a glow I tried to receive with a bitter laugh, perceiving Kune's intention to offer me a cup with a smile.

"Master Gwanghui. Don't spoil Master Kune too much. And it's Kune who doesn't have a delicacy."

"I was just there. Ahhh, Hopegyu is no good! Not much! Sorry. No."

What a surprise, Anil had a nice smile and a cheeky twist up Kuhne's cheeks. Kune can pull in the cup she was offering, apologizing in tears.

Leelyn opened her mouth to a chilling glow as she smiled at Anneal and Kuhne, wondering if she was okay with her hands on the royal family.

"Mr. Anil has been with Mr. Moana and Mr. Kune since childhood, so he's almost like a sister. Anil's grandfather was headed by a former magician, and the trust of his predecessors was a close proximity. My father was Anil's grandfather's direct disciple."

"Mr. Linden..."

Perhaps the granddaughter of a belly-hearted subordinate was the best person to play with the king's daughter and sisters. Mitsui was convinced that Anil's occasional reluctance to show and his affection for Moana and Kune, more than his position as a samurai, came from there.

but that's where the question comes up. Leelyn, Linden's daughter, headed by a current magician, is still active as a magician. So why isn't Anil, the granddaughter headed by an archaeologist, a magician?

If a demon king could be a samurai but actually so strong, like Princess Liliana's escort while she was away and the battle maids deployed in confidence to the princess herself... I would look Anil in the eye of war.

Incidentally, the ten maids chosen for their loyalty, ability and other aptitudes are also accommodated under the Haurian tribe after the immediate training of the Demon King, and are demonically modified, such as strength, inner surface, and sign manipulation. Moreover, it is armed with artifact grade dark vessels made by the Demon King, which can be destroyed even on a battalion scale by itself compared to active knights…

I am actually informed of the inner circumstances around it (or have been accompanied by training. I thought I was going to die......) Gwanghui always desperately enjoyed the scratches coming out of her mouth when talking to Liliana in the office or something.

The guy who's smiling elegantly behind you right now - with his contents hitcher, he's planting magic dark utensils all over his body... Brilliant work diluting our presence so that we don't get in the way of the Lord - it's actually a direct line from those shitty neck mowing rabbits, he said.

Of course, I'll never tell you because my neck is going to pound.

Anneal answers with a bitter laugh as she reads the question from the gaze of the glow.

"I didn't have enough talent for benevolence to be in the Corps of Mages."

"Oh, really..."

"Hehe. It looks bad again, but don't worry."

Anneal turned her tender expression to the glow that attracted her expression that she had done it again. And spin the words with a slightly far-sighted look.

"Back in the day, I dreamed of being a magician like your grandfather, too. Do not be frightened of any harmful enemy, but use their power to retreat, and protect the royal people, their companions, and their people..."

Anil said as she returned her gaze to the light, dyeing her cheeks slightly illuminated.

"My grandfather was a hero to me."

"Hero......"

Fu, a grandfather - the full healing of the Heavenly River - emerged behind the brain of Kwanghui.

A hero for Kwong Hsien, who greatly admired his grandfather and son Kwong Hsien.

I hadn't seen full healing work in person, but every time I went to the house to see him, he made me listen to a bunch of stories based on experience as an agile lawyer.

Full healing, the protagonist of a tale full of human drama that makes for good and evil, was precisely the "ideal image" that Shining admired and one day aspired to be himself.

"I can't be like my grandfather, and when I realized that, I was a little, no, I was pretty depressed to be honest with him."

"... how did you convince yourself?

I can't be who I want to be - I can imagine the shock, the negative emotions that gush. That's why I was curious. I wonder why it's so funny right now.

"Even if you can't be your ideal self, life goes on"

A word that is quiet and then feels powerful. There lived a more positive and hissing will, not a giving up because there was no choice.

Gwanghui was stuck in words. I didn't know what to say or why.

Spike says with a gentle look in place of a glow without words.

"I hear Lord Anil's ability as a squire is the best. If I had never gone outside about His Majesty or His Highness, there could have been a chief of staff at that young age. Besides, even if it's not powerful enough or large enough, the meticulous control of the beneficence technique is comparable to that of Linden's head? Many have good character and make Lord Anil the ideal woman. If you realize your own ideals, it's hard to keep up. Please, I just want it to stop with as much charm as it is right now."

"... Lord Spike"

Anil got a very troubled look.

As I speak for that feeling,

"Spike. It's a good courage to dictate Kune's annealing during the mission! Coone, I think, has good guts. … I'll report it to Spencer when I get back"

"Become, Master Kune! I didn't mean it like that!

Spike, who desperately began to elucidate himself and the feeling of teasing it from half to half, said seriously, "I'm not giving you Anil!" and flirting coune. And Anneal watching it like it's even more troublesome.

The guards watching with half a laugh as they guard around, prepare for tomorrow and rest in the small outbreak of chaos.

Wherever I was, Leelyn turned to herself and eared funny next to the glow I was watching as Coone tangled up into chaos.

"Deputy Spike has straight sexual roots because he was raised by Captain Spencer. It was too straight and the words came out straight, and on several occasions, I thought, isn't this spoken of? I've thought about it."

I wonder why? A glow that feels ready to see.

"Heh... is that right? Could there be a lot of women like that?

"Yes, sir. You're right. I've been a training ground once, and that's when I finally seem to realize I should review my words and actions, and lately I've started choosing words, but sometimes I do them polo, don't I? Because of this, the value of the extra words has increased, or a woman who has been considered a polo is in the vice president's poison fangs..."

"It's also..."

A ponytail childhood familiarity emerged behind Kwang Hsien's brain by pushing his grandfather, who had floated until earlier. And he turns a frightened look at himself.

Mitsui felt unhappy with that look in her eyes and said in her heart, "Not now! I'm careful what you say and do! It's true!," he repeated the clarification as if he were his younger brother, whose sister had a splash of oita. Just like the spike in front of you.

"By the way, sometimes men get poisonous teeth too..."

"You too!?

"Mitsukishi. Be careful."

"What!? No, I know what you're trying to say!

"I'm still reluctant to be a brave man, Mitsuhei, and I'm taking a step back, but the deputy chief won't hesitate to go with a man, so if he can come, say it clearly."

"Say what..."

"Of course, say no. By the way, I know I wasn't particularly spoken of now, but I usually thought 'this guy is serious' at the time, so I said pretty tough words. But the deputy director, he was getting back on his feet just a little dented, so you should say what you don't want to be discouraged or told. Lieutenant, there's something a little dull about relationships."

Gwanghui was wary.

Not to Spike's faults (laughs). To Leelyn's "Let's get this guy serious" mind words.

Leelyn-Stall. At the age of sixteen, she was promoted to Kingsguard Magician, a young lady who, in an extraordinary outing, is even chosen as captain. They have long brown hair that resembles glow twin tails (you think it's to make the wind feel easier) and leave a bit of youthfulness, so they look lower than their age.

The brown eyes coloured by long lashes shine powerfully with confidence and readiness, and the slender yet feminine curved limbs appeal.

Look objectively, she is a high-level beautiful girl.

The pretty girl laughs with a smile and fun, "This guy is serious"...

Mitsui asked in a mood that she didn't see anything scary.

"By the way, Mr. Leelyn... what did you say to Mr. Spike?

Kyotonic Leelyn, not particularly to hide or be ashamed of,

"- 'If you say anything more disgusting during training, I'll chop your balls off, right?' But?

……

From behind Hikaru's brain, Ponytail's childhood familiarity was kicked out and the true wife of the Demon King appeared. Hands are shaped like fingers. What you shoot through is self-evident. Because she's a smasher who mass-produces Han women...

I wonder how all the women in Kwong Hsi know are people who have both these one- and two-habits.

Another child-friendly girl, who is supposed to be a healing system, has at some point become more generous behind her back, and on the contrary, at some point she has less hesitation in attacking a man's steeple.

I shivered in glow at the inexperienced sloppiness.

Leelyn, who apparently viewed the shiver of glow as a fear of herself, or the late Don Pull, clarified in a bit of a hurry.

"No, you know what? I don't usually say that either, do I? My motto is always on the battlefield. My hobby is training. The dream of the future is to take the lead in the battle of annihilation."

As a girl of my age, the word "what about it" is an easy word to suppress for Shining, who now manages to remember something called verbal choices by being lumpily slapped by childhood friends.

And they were right about that.

Leelyn proudly said the continuation with her chest stretched.

"Because I was born to fight. To be protected, not to fall in love, but to fight and protect them."

I was born a fighter. I am so sure. So I don't need words that make teenage girls happy. If you praise me, I want you to praise me for my piled up moves, not my appearance. I want you to praise the result that you protected it, not your hair, style, outfit or personality.

of girls in their mid teens, it would be for each person how they feel about that word. If people in a peaceful world, they may sympathize that it is a sad word.

To the glow... I looked dazzled. I am convinced that I exist and that I will move forward.

"You look great, Mr. Leelyn"

"To?"

Leelyn became Kyoton to the glow of giving praise to herself for answering that her boss would praise her and carve her balls.

It was after we talked about Spike, so for a moment, it was Leelyn who also thought he had been made a fool of, but he immediately reconsidered his thoughts when he saw the look on Shining's face. There was envy in Shining's expression.

So, Leelyn,

"... thank you"

Apart from the compliments from seniors and Linden on the improvement of their moves and the outcome of the war, he thanked them for the first compliment he had felt happy with in a long time.

"... brave man. It's a good courage to dictate Coune's Leelyn. After all, Spencer and the others told me that the brave men were making a fool of me."

"That's a lot of stuff from Master Kune! I mean, I'm not dictating! Come on, can you stop saying things that have no roots, no leaves, but are going to be fatal!?

Kune was watching!

While I'm dealing with Spike who excuses me, I don't know how to dictate myself and Leelyn, who's comparatively close and close! That's all I'm saying, Jito Eye!

It was a light glow that shifted her gaze to Leelyn to ask for help, but Leelyn had already taken a little distance from the light glow to look in the direction of the day after tomorrow. He's also finished his secret story about Spike, so he's trying to keep me out of it because he doesn't like being the subject of that kind of story.

Really, there are too many strong habits for women I know! and the glow of shouting inside.

but I think so. It's Cisco, blunt in the mood of the animals I keep, and although there's some of that, it seems like Moana and I had a very normal warm time......

My fondness for Moana grew a lot in the glow.

At the same time I thought.

"What is flirting?," he said to spikes and other escorts leaning down his neck, "Your sister, Kune and Spencer, wrapped up in a bed of brave men yesterday -" and said something meaningful, "Instead of the royal sisters, you even brought them into bed with your own adoptive father!?" and watching spikes in battle and watching Kune gargling,

- This little gang. We need to do something soon.

I couldn't help but reach out to Yakan to add some more Parul tea.

The next day. Some time before the sun hit the top of the sky, it seemed.

The sandy and green lines drawn as if they were boundaries are visible from the top of an international large dune. Across the end of the desert, the meadows stretched as far as I could see.

"This is the end of the desert..."

"It's also the end of the battlefield. Heh heh, brave man. My eyes are full!

For the glow of light, which had the impression of a desert world - engraved on his head, he couldn't help but remember to be moved by the spacious meadows where the weeds grew and the lush mountains that seemed all the way back to its southwest side. I felt strongly that this was what Moana and the others were desperately protecting.

On the touching face of the glow, he leaves a laugh with pleasure when he dulls not only Kune but even the escorts and anneals. Their expressions even looked somewhere proud.

The embarrassed glow scratched her cheeks polypoly and asked to be deluded.

"Is there an arquette ahead of this meadow?

"Yes, brave man. You'll see it around lunch this minute."

Down the dunes leading the arrows of spikes.

That's how I stepped into the meadow, and as soon as I did, I felt like the air had changed for Kohinoo. It's a strange feeling, but it's like moving from a quiet place to the middle of a festival, a heart-boiling feeling.

I see. I'm convinced that this is the difference between "dead land" and "living land"... It is this strange feeling that stains the skin that must be the breath of life. I guess that means a place filled with grace, I guess.

An hour and a little bit to go on in a light foothold like the Arrows and the others are ripping off.

As Coone said, by the time the sun had gone around the top a little, I could see a splendid barrier that I could see in the distance.

"That's the arquette, brave man. From here, you can't see it on the fence, but there's a barn zone spread across town. Now is just the time to be fruitful, so I think it looks pretty promising!

I often go along listening to Kune's guidance. A number of figures came out of the arquette. Ride Arrows and come fast. Apparently, even on the arquette side, he checked to see what a row of coones looked like and sent out a pick up.

Leading the way was a hectic woman with sharp blue-eyed eyes in berry-short blonde hair. I am equipped for a warrior, and five warriors are also holding back behind her.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm Ivana-Bolger, head of the Arquette vigilante. I'm here to pick you up."

It was apparently the head of a private soldier in Arquette territory who raised his name with a voice that often passes. Looks like Kune and the others knew each other well, and Kune answered with a broken face.

"Long time no see, Ivana! The coune is here!

"Yes, it's been a long time, Master Kune. I didn't think you'd be here so soon, and I'm surprised you didn't come."

Ivana also smiled fluffily again at Kune, who greeted her with a little jump. My first impression seemed cold, but my eyes on Kune are terribly gentle, and there are gaps and I'm an unexpectedly eye-catching beauty.

"When people say there's something unusual about Arquette land, etc., you can't just not fly in. That's why Kune is here."

"Thank you, Master Kune. Come on, the lord is waiting for you. Let's go."

I looked twice at it unexpectedly at the serious coune and said from the coune, "Something?" and the light shimmered out of sight in return with a really good smile. It was led by vigilantes into the town of Arquette, embarrassed by Anneal and Leelyn's laughter.

"I didn't expect you so soon. Thank you for your prompt response, Your Highness."

The counes were passed to the reception room in the Lords' Hall. The face of the convoy is waiting in a separate room, but only Spike and Anneal, and Kwanghui, accompany Kune.

Minutes of tongue drumming on the tea served that way. That was the first voice of the lord Roscoe, who came rushing.

Roscoe was only in his mid-thirties, but with style as a lord. She has well-length dark blue hair all back and wears a monocle. It was somewhat skinny and at first glance found to be more of a civilian skin than a warrior.

Behind him is a lady characterized by a seemingly powerful eye of your will. It tied up long blonde hair beautifully and made her feel elegant, including the stiffness.

"You..."

Roscoe, drawn in his arms so that the woman could mock him, tried to poke his knees to greet the royalty when he changed his face haughtily, aware that he was in a hurry.

"Long time no see, Roscoe. And Sheila. You don't need a feared greeting. Let me tell you more about the letter than that."

The glow of a bystander in the Wang capital who can't leave with a snuggle behind his brain, after all, feels fiercely uncomfortable with royal words and deeds no matter how such a coune. With Esper-consolidated probability, though he pierces the poker face as Kune has turned his gaze to chills.

"I'm afraid," a roscoe rose, grinning bitterly from his subtle posture, seats himself on the couch in the room. Then Sheila sat down.

"Brave man. This is Arquette's lord, Roscoe Arquette, and Sheila Arquette behind him."

"Nice to meet you, my name is Hikaru Heavenly River"

Introducing Roscoe and Sheila because their gaze was suitable for unfamiliar youth, the Lords opened their eyes in alignment to the way Coone was called.

"Not long ago, only a circular had come saying that a being called a brave man would be invited by Master Fortina... no way really. It's an honor to meet you, Lord Brave."

Only the possibility of summoning beings called brave men seemed to have been made known beforehand. Roscoe nodded as he was convinced and introduced himself politely.

Mitsui appealed to him in haste not to be too afraid, and to call him by name.

And the story finally went into the contents of the letter when Kune told me that it was accompanied by the purpose of spreading the vision of this world.

"So, Roscoe. The letter said the crop was dead..."

"Yes, Your Highness. We're getting reports that the first confirmation was about a week ago."

That's what it started with. According to Roscoe's description, crop growth has been clearly dull for some time now. Plants in this world grow very fast by virtue of beneficence. Therefore, if it is dull, we will know immediately.

Nevertheless, it is about nature, and it is not without precedent that the power of the land is temporarily reduced. Issue a report to Wang Du and ask him to come to Kune if he can't see any improvement, to that extent it was an acceptable issue even if he was standing long.

But what I can't even say happened a week ago.

In some parts of the barn zone, not just in certain places, but in several places over and over again, the phenomenon of crops dying unnaturally occurred.

A crop in which grain ears lay a golden carpet, withering so that holes are hollow......

Such a natural phenomenon has never been observed before.

If there was a "dark man" on the spot and he was distracted, that could be the case, but then there should be traces of him breaking into the middle of the barn zone - withering, the path of a crop that was no longer energetic, etc. - but none of that.

If it's possible, it's only possible that it fell from the sky, but if it did, where did the fallen Dark One go?

Naturally, there's no sign of an intrusion into the barn zone, so there's no sign of him leaving.

As a precaution, the vigilante searched the area in general, but the shadow of the "Dark One" was not found in the dust.

In doing so, the dead land increases with potpourri.

Therefore, if the Dark One is not the cause, we decided that this would be an anomaly of grace beyond our control, and Roscoe asked for a report and rescue to the Royal Family.

"I see, I have no idea!

"So, Your Highness."

Clearly, Roscoe's eyebrows drooped over the eight letters to Kune, who for some reason said that in Doya's face. Sheila gets a troubled look, too.

Kune overlaps words, as he intercedes with such lords and wives.

"There is no precedent for such a phenomenon, so I don't know what caused it. Hundred times on the scene! The investigation is on your feet! You just have to ask the land about it! It's okay to find out the cause later and just regenerate the benefits of the land."

"I wish I could play it..."

The incident isn't happening in the reception room, it's happening in the field! and Kune to get up quickly and request guidance. What a lightness of footwork, the lords and their wives and the anneals they should be used to have an indescribable look on their faces.

Mitsui was a glow, and she snuck in her heart and said, "You're a take-up detective!" and put in a scratch. Recently, I feel like I've become a totally scratchy character...

Gwanghui decided not to think deeply.

The barn zone stretching west of the town of Arquette had turned into a truly stunning golden carpet. Probably wheat, or crops close to it. The sight of fruitful ears leaning against the wind, touching and rippling is a touch that cannot be expressed in words.

[The town of Ur] and others are places often visited by glow in the crusade of demons due to their proximity to [the northern mountain zone], a sight quite familiar to him because the vicinity of his town is a vast rice growing zone...

Instead, that kind of commonality had given a staining emotion to the heart of the glow.

That's why I see it extra.

By the way, as if it was also in the bug eating, or the mystery circle of failure, the presence of a hole that withered and vacated.

The appearance of a crop losing its golden glow, discoloured and decaying on the ground was sad in proportion to the emotion remembered.

At one time, a large, dead place. In a circular dead land about five meters in diameter, the glows came.

"Your Highness, how about that?

To Roscoe, who asks with a serious look, Kune does not answer immediately, but stares at the ground with such a serious look that the light has never seen it. And I thought I'd basically poked him in the knee and made him crawl his hand to the ground to work softly.

"... indeed, the power of grace is lost from this place. That's a step ahead of desertification. The surrounding land is beneficial, so we're still trying to recover with a little influx."

"That's... so you think you can just let it go and all of it will go back to normal?

"Yes, Kune thinks so"

Roscoe, Sheila, and the accompanying Ivana vigilantes relieved themselves of their strength from their shoulders. Sheila asks nasty.

"Do you know what caused this?

Kune shook her head loosely with a difficult look. Apparently, the cause is unknown. And open your mouth quietly, like you choose words.

"This way of withering, this way of losing grace.... It's very similar to when the" Dark One "absorbs it when he gets distracted. I think Kune is similar."

"But... Your Highness." The Dark One: Suppose... "

There is no trace that there was a "dark man" except for the phenomenon of dead land. Suddenly appeared on the spot as if it were a ghost and disappeared neglectfully...

I've never seen or heard of such a phenomenon.

Sure, we used to monitor and guard the night, but it's a huge barn zone. Based on the impossibility of illuminating everything in the light, it is likely that you will not be aware of it, assuming that it appears there in the middle of the night.

But then, how did someone who emerged disappear without taking action...

I don't know how it disappeared...

After all, it is not natural to consider land anomalies…

Kune nodded again to Roscoe's thoughts.

"I won't dare, I'll try" Play ""

Alternatively, if there is a living cause that causes the beneficence to disappear, the same wither after regeneration, or perhaps the power of regeneration may be nullified as well.

Then it is also possible to see something by observing the process.

The Kune's Tianwei Art "Regeneration" ritual, which began with such intent.

"The old blood pourer, Coone di Shelto Sinclair, prays -"

Small body, softly spread hands, as if trying to envelop the world. Half-closed, slightly peeking emerald eyes seem to look at a point somewhere, but also nowhere.

The texture applied to Kune's body increases its radiance whenever a sacrament wishing for abundance is emitted.

"- Great will, we are my mother. Your girl gives her life."

Fluffiness and the golden twin tail of the coune twisted. It's not the wind, the invisible force is swirling around her.

I can see the power flowing into the land around the coune.

"Plenty in the earth, healing in the water, fruition in the wind, will in the fire -"

The earth shines. Golden firepowder and confusing particles rose. rambling It's as if the earth reveals joy.

"Once in a dead world - the power to live."

Kune's heartfelt prayers and wishes revive the land that was dying. From beneath the dead crop, a new life sprouted. It is a mere weed different from the crop, but nature did return to the place where it was deserted.

"Wow......"

Mitsui shrugged unexpectedly. I felt that something honorable, unlike mere magic and benevolence, was in the art of coune. The same could be done with the divine magic of childhood familiarity, but nevertheless, the technique of a little coune that prayed wholeheartedly had something very close to my heart for some reason.

"Huh, you must be. You must be! Kune is amazing!

Shining, who was comfortable with his dreams, hacked me back into that hatefully good voice.

There was an awesome Doya-faced toddler there. I'm so uptight I think I'm going to fall behind.

The majestic and honorable atmosphere became foggy in an instant.

With an indescribable look, Hikaru answers.

"Ha... yeah, it's amazing. Master Kune was amazing."

"Hmph. That's okay, right? You can give me more compliments, right? Instead, you can admire it! Coone, never mind!

The princess was in great shape.

It's a glow I somehow wanted to poke at, but while I was on track, I couldn't help but admire it more when I saw Kune, whose consciousness seems to be suitable for the land I let regenerate.

Kune, who seems to feel very good, but soon becomes a serious face,

"Roscoe. Apparently the land is back to normal. Nor does it look like the power of grace will disappear. We should still observe for a little while..."

"Really... Uhm, what the hell is causing this... That's creepy. Nevertheless, I found that with His Highness's help I could recover. The search for the cause was, for one, reassuring, as we investigated the land around Arquette as well. Thank you very much for your response, Your Highness!

"This is what Kune does for you. But it's a strange phenomenon that part of the land suddenly withers, you can't leave it, so I'd like to stay in Arquette for a while and find out. Roscoe, are you all right?

Unlike Kune, who takes Roscoe seriously without a doya face.

"Nothing, I'm just a swordsman... they're lords, I don't mind," Shining comforts himself in his heart.

Unaware of the inner thoughts of the glow, Roscoe said,

"It's something you don't even wish for, Your Highness. Be sure to stay in my hall"

That's what I said, I nodded happily.

Later, we had a late lunch, Shining and Shining.

At the lunch table, the son of the lord and his wife - Rondo Arquette (ten years old) - was introduced. He was an intelligent boy with the same dark blue hair as his father, with eyes where his mother's will seemed strong, and a serious personality who settled down for his age.

Best of all, in some places, it seemed like an age-appropriate boy, with a presence called the brave, who used the art of different worlds, destroyed the famous "Dark One" on the first day of his summons alone, and when a martial arts tradition, such as fighting and winning alone with the warrior chief and the magician-led tag, was conveyed from Spike and Leelyn's mouth, it turned its sparkling eyes on the glow already, causing it to plain damage to the heart of the glow.

And then you can see through the inside of such a glow, or you can talk perky about the fact that there is never a coune, or little, and you can say, quote, fall into bed, or a midnight secret meeting case. Because it's already a scandalous story, the look on the faces of the lords and their wives will attract, I'll excuse the glow with the willingness to die...

Most of all, the chaos would be that the Rondo boy began to look gradually envious at the interaction between the glow that turned into a tsukomi machine and the coune that makes the case so much fun.

No, if you say it without wrapping it in an oblate, wasn't that young but jealous...

Is that what it was directed at the princess who is making friends with the brave,

Or was it directed at the brave man who's making out with the princess,

Mitsui, thinking if it were the latter, shouted with all her might to the Rondo boy in her heart.

That future needs to be ready in many ways, more than identity and position! and.

Where I don't talk, I don't know what to say. Kune, I'm afraid of you...

First, we finish the restoration of the land, when Kwanghui and the others are resting their bodies in the Lordship Hall in preparation for a full-scale investigative activity from the next day.

The time is evening.

The red-burning sun is setting on the western horizon. The shadow extends greatly eastward and the world is dyed red.

The golden barn area was red, and the darkened shadows created an exquisite contrast, with vibrant shades that were different from those of the day creating a spectacular view.

A lookout table built inside the walls of the arquette. So the two young vigilantes in charge of surveillance are narrowing their eyes to that sight that they are always accustomed to, but never tired of.

"Hey. Master Brave, did you see that?

"Whoa, I saw it. I saw it."

"What did you think?

When one of the members casually asked if the anomaly was not likely to happen again, or if he could afford to patronize the gaze of surveillance while looking at the spectacular scenery of nature, the other member showed a slight bare gesture to think before answering.

"I thought you were normal."

"You're a rude guy. Is this a report to the captain of the regiment..."

"Listen to me. Hiya. But you thought so, too?

"Well, you weren't what you imagined. Something like this, more majestic or hectic, at first glance: 'This guy's not just it!' I thought it was like,"

"Yes, yes. From what I've heard, he's pretty strong... but he doesn't look like a warrior."

If Kwong Fai asks, the two members of the group unwittingly hold down their chests and say what they think is likely to crawl on all fours.

And, at that time, one of the members narrowed his eyes softly, stopping the other person from opening his mouth to say something more.

"What's up?

"... hey there. Shadowed, not well seen, but anything?

"Ah? Where?

Two of us stare at each other jizzily.

There he is.

There was something. Black, wrapped around a puppet.

"Oh, you're kidding! Why are you here?"

"Let the alarm ring."

The identity you broke is a being that can't be here. Yes, there is only one thing in this world, such as being wrapped in black.

A member of the group who took the bell-ringing hammer installed on the observation deck tried to wave his arm as he stared at the presence - the "Dark One" - even though he had to ring an alarm...

"Hey... what's going on!

Impossible sight, I accidentally stopped my arm.

That may not be the only way.

Anyway, at the end of his gaze, one appeared after the other. Like black ink swayed in the barn zone, a sphere of air suddenly appeared in the void.

Boom, boom, darker than the shadows created by the sunset increases with tremendous momentum everywhere in the barn zone. Its dark sphere disappears so that after a beat, the cocoon is torn from the inside.

All that remains is a dark man with a thick puppet.

Not one or two. It instantly increases to troop, no, and group size.

"Huh!? Sound the alarm!!

"Huh!!

A member who had forgotten me regained his sanity with the screaming voice of the other party. Immediately, he sounds a powerful alarm to pay for his fears.

I entrust my colleagues who rush under the table of sights to close the gates immediately and to convey the message to the Lords.

While doing so, the barn zone has been invaded by a distracting presence...

"Oh, Master Fortina."

Unexpectedly a great existence. My voice trembles. My body is as stiff as it was in the gold bondage.

So much despair.

The gold of the Arquette's prized barn zone had now been anointed with darkness by the armies of the Dark One.