Black Summoner

- Inside the crest forest and elves

Leonhardt, king of beasts, asked me to inscribe my permit stamp on my guild card, and a new beast country gown was added to the destination by the transfer gate. He also manages the gown's transfer gate in the castle, as does Trage. Leonhardt is bold enough to tell the gatekeeper that he can use it if he wants.

Incidentally, during that night, the gown army entered the crest forest and was placed as a new border guard. I never saw it, but they say it's an elite unit led by a prince, Leonhardt's son.

"The monster crusade is over in good time. We decided to let him hit the guard."

and Leonhardt says, but he was probably laying his troops down nearby just in case. If you fail the exam, you will not have an ex-girlfriend.

And that night was a grand feast with the elves. The feast opened with the total strength of the inside up, Effil, who usually works as a maid, also seemed to enjoy all this time. It's rare for Effil, and you eat quite a bit. Perhaps food preferences are similar, to say the half.

Many dishes are attributed to forests, such as fruits and mushrooms, and flavoring is simple. Other than that, meat dishes of pig-shaped monsters caught in hunting were also offered. One way or another, this is a consideration for us and the gown soldiers hitting the inside guard. I still felt inadequate compared to Effil's dishes I was familiar with, but I ate too much because the elves were recommending more and more. No, I still haven't eaten a fifth of Melfina. He's obviously talking about cooking more than his body volume.

In the meantime, your elder daughter comes to serve fruit liquor every time, but every time she receives it, she worries that she is the king of beasts. It's still troublesome not to spot even the appraisal eye. It'll be like that until the signs, and I think it's a harsh story to tell the elders to spot this.

And then there's the usual banquet flow. Serra, who was drunk with Delodero, got tangled up with me and couldn't leave. At some point, Gerrard will stand on the deck and play the highlights of this battle.

"Ke ~ Luvi ~ n! A little - Hick! Praise me - it's no good!"

"I know, I know, Serra worked hard, too. All right, all right, so pull yourself together. Stop it."

"Ma'am, that's how you mislead me!"

"So here's what I said. - If you want to go through here, take down the eagle!

"" "Ooh!

(No, you're not fighting)

"Hey, which way are you going?"

- Mississippi.

I was drinking at my pace at first. I end up getting caught up in more and more noise too. And my bones snap, suck.

"Ah, stay in Kerr. Look! Hey, Mel's gonna be great over there."

"My left arm is supposed to be amazing, too?

"Oh, isn't that helpful? Look, it's like a comic book or something."

No, I don't feel my arm anymore. It's pretty tough to use healing magic to rebuild a bone before it breaks, isn't it?

"Oh, yeah! Mel, hey, you're dealing with a gown soldier and you're in a big eating confrontation. I'm just missing six people right now! Looks like the elves are going hunting right now because of the lack of ingredients."

"... you still had room to eat, Mel's one"

By the time you were having dinner with me, some of the dishes for a few people should have been flat by now...

"Li ~ o ~ n, it's my time now ~. Don't interrupt me ~"

"Yes, yes, Serra. Shall we go to bed now? We're leaving tomorrow morning."

"Yikes!"

Little Lion is forced to peel Serra off of me, and she keeps on mumbling. Selah also resisted slightly, but I don't know if she's as drunk as a bare lion so far. Serra fell asleep easily, feeling drowsy in her nappy position.

"Good luck, you're in Kerr"

"Thank you, Lion. I almost bent in a direction where my arms weren't really there."

"That's all Serra thinks about. If you're a man, you have to take it."

I'm trying. Maybe I should rank up my "Iron Wall" skills.

"Well, it's late, and I'm taking Serra to bed."

"Oh well. Good night, Lion. Again and again, you did a really good job today."

"I like the extraction of Kerr. I just did what I wanted. But I wonder if I'd like a reward, too."

"Reward? Is that what you want?

"Hmm, don't tell me after all. Good night ~"

Drop off Lyon and Serra and gradually become alone.

Well, it's time for a good time. I'm due back to Pars tomorrow morning. Lyon and Sella went to bed, and I'll go to bed in case of tomorrow, too. Gérard is relieved that he will wake up in time even if left alone, but Melfina is weak in the morning. I guess I'm still in the middle of a big meal, but can you force me to sleep?

"And then... Effil"

- Inside the Elf/Wall Protection

The sound of the banquet heard from the square is also quiet here on the walls with gentle winds.

The blonde hair is in the wind. Effil stood alone there, looking at the east sky.

"What are you doing here?

"Ah... your husband"

When I spoke, Effil immediately noticed and replied with a smile. Effil's face is red because he drank only a little of his unfamiliar liquor.

"We need to clear this fence tomorrow, too. I promise I'll make sure it works."

"The elders said it was good to stay like this. Besides my thoughts, they seem to be popular with the people inside."

"Really? Then I guess we can keep going."

"I'm sure you'll be pleased. But let's keep the moat water back to normal."

Couscous and laughter spill.

"Your face is pretty red, but have you had too much to drink?

"Yes, no. This is different. Alcohol was only the first drink..."

"Really? You must be tired of all the thanks from the people inside. Don't push it."

"Yes, thank you"

Interrupted conversation, somewhat empty. Red as ever with Effil's face, but his expression was a mysterious face.

"I'm really glad you came in here. The elders and everyone inside welcomed me warmly in the half, and above all I was able to find out about my mother."

Roomir, mother of Effil. He looked very similar to Effil, the deceased who is now dead. It could not actually be reunited, but for Effil, who had previously been heavenly lonely, it may have been an unwieldy and worthwhile announcement,.

"I didn't even know how my father or I were born, but I was even happier than that..."

As the words were later in the day, the voice was lowered, and at the end, all I could hear was a little of you. However, contrary to the volume of voice, the face becomes more and more red.

"E, Effil, are you sure you're okay? It's too late, let's just say we go to bed."

"Yes! I'll be with you!... Um, your husband"

That's when I tried to get down the fence stairs, and I can be called off Effil again.

"I, more than ever, will do my best. So can I serve your husband for the rest of my life...?

Hands on his own collar, slightly out of sight and nervous, says Effil. What Effil is wearing around his neck is a 'subordinate collar'. Items intended solely to make slaves obey, but not a necessary substitute for Effil. I held onto it many times trying to unlock the collar, but Effil stubbornly refused each time.

'Your husband gave me this, it's my pride. Please, stay...'

Ephil waits for my reply. You don't have to look so worried, but my answer is settled.

- Inside the crest forest and elves

The stage shifts and Gerrard plays on the stage.

"And this is what my lord, Kelvin, cried out to the enemy general... don't lay your hands on my woman!

"" "Hugh!

"Ugh, that was quite a delicacy. Good treat."

Gerrard, the elves at the height of exuberance in their imminent act and Melfina joining hands in the heart of a cadaver gown soldier. It is a chaotic occasion.

"Well, Gerard. It's time for me to go to bed too - Ha!?

"Mm, what's up, princess?

Gérard has a working atmosphere.

'Gerard, it's on the wall. Try to hear the surrounding voices through the croto that accompanies Effil'

'- Ho ho, this is. The king kept his communication closed, but he forgot Kroto existed.'

'Shh, that's a very distracting dialogue. I'm ashamed to hear it.'

'... All right!

Gerard climbs onto your stand again.

"You kept me waiting, all of you! This is where it's really funny, so listen up! The final chapter of the story played by Gerard, let's go!

"" "Whoa!

A gushing elf and at some point a revived gown soldier.

"Oh, you say... I'm sorry, sir"

This night, Kelvin's chest was engraved with a deep black history.