Sarsuria, whose national territory is the peninsula that protrudes from the eastern continent to the Mediterranean.
Peninsular states that embrace independent states in their territory, such as Stols, where fighting competitions flourish, and Sacred Capital Servario, were by no means inferior to the two inner nations in terms of culture and national power.
Especially when it comes to food culture and the arts, it's enough to roar the Eastwind nobles who care about the culturalists. That level exceeded even the great powers, and it had a great impact on neighbouring and even distant countries.
Now, the southern Eastwind border with Sarsria is still under the influence of the country. The dish served is' Sarsurian-style '. The structure of the building is also' Sarsurian-style '.' Sarsurian-style 'even the streets.
In terms of culture, there are enough voices to say that they may be swallowed up by the Peninsula State. The cultural standard of Sarsuria is extrapolating.
But Easwind has its own culture and, above all, its pride as a great power. Welcoming to a good one and using it as it is, etc., outside. Everything I gained was chewed up, and I was bound to let it refine itself as my own culture.
As the term 'Sarsurian-style' suggests, the culture of southern Easwind is like Sarsuria and not Sarsuria. It's only an Eastwind culture inspired by Sarsulia.
Affected, but not swallowed. It is both pride and admiration as a great power. In other words, I know it means you hate to lose, but it was no exaggeration to say that that stubborn mind supports the development of Eastwind today (Kondachi).
"Well, it's an avant-garde painting. Which of these was drawn?"
"This is Atul's work, isn't it? He's an up-and-coming painter, inclined to Southernism."
"Oh, the Southerners. I just thought the only thing I could do was paint a picture of the burning sun, the ocean plains, and the white sand blue pines. You can paint a motivational abstract like this."
"I'm up-and-coming, including its novelty. Mi, instead of portraying it as it is seen, extract the concept of the South and describe the ever-summer paradise. If you make a mistake, you end up without understanding the elements of the abstracted South, but this is brilliantly portrayable. For example, the red wave shows the pneumonia."
The port city visited by François and others, Yalesilt, was also undergoing significant development, even under the influence of other countries, as a symbol of Eastwind culture.
The southern city, known alongside the 'Grand Feria of the North, Yale Silt of the South', was closer to the capital of Sarsuria than to its own capital, and was heavily influenced by the Peninsular State because of it.
But what about the landscape of this city? The city of Yale Silt, which replaced stone with demon-guided bricks and street lights with demon-guided styles, is like Sarsuria, not Sarsuria. It was clear to everyone that the presence of the demonic power Easwind was certainly felt in the root, and that it mastered the exotic culture.
So is the artistic aspect. Easwind's painters did not wish to fully embrace the Southernism that originated in Sarsria, but learned the original doctrinal claims well and were bound to make a trial and error in trying to move on to the next stage.
Loser minds and an unfailingly upward orientation. That can sometimes lead to far-flung and galapagossification, but I never hated François for his stubbornness.
"Oh, Black Knight Statue"
On the morning of the second day of his study trip, François, who was touring the Yale Silt Museum, built on the shoreline off the city, caught his eye on the statue placed in the special exhibition hall.
A statue of a single adult male, made of moist, shiny mahogany. In a stern face, a disappointing body that just says Wushu Gods are also kaya. A man in noble-style elegant clothing raises his loose sword to heaven.
The combined display of black full-body armor with gold decorations means that this person is the identity of the Black Knight. But for François, who has watched the Struz fight straight away, the shaping of this wooden statue was just too off-target.
"The Black Knight was more skinny. Nor was he tall, in vain. A black knight as supple as a leopard is a statue situated opposite the pole."
"Dear Dorothea"
Next to François, a silver-haired girl lined up.
Dorothea, the last princess of Bartoloa, had a crush on him because he had previously been helped by a black knight. That mind smoking like a spark must have burned up all at once at the Stols Martial Arts Games. In that place, indeed, there was Dorothea, and François was recalling what had happened at the beginning of the month.
"From the time of production, the newspaper of the Chaos Dragon crusade ran through the country, and it was made immediately. Being sensitive to fashion is naturally a quality to have as an artist, but it seems to be third class to be flushed. There is no truth or inspiration in the art of mere surfaces. You always wanted to have it without digging into the subject matter. For the first time in my life, I've known the Black Knight better and understood him to the inside."
From his extraordinary thoughts on the Black Knight, Dorothea continues to speak indefinitely of his self-explanations about art.
She also knows she's an avid fan of the Black Knight, and Francois keeps hammering Dorothea's story with a smile on her face.
(A namesake hero, a brave man with numerous martial arts traditions, a thousand extravaganza. No woman is attracted to strong men. I'm the same. A black knight who kills dragons, runs the dark night, and defeats even the mightiest knight. Take off your armor, but never expose your face, masked beauty. I know my heart gets hot on the hero who lives now)
François, smiling, floats the figure of a black knight behind his brain.
Agile movement at the time of the beast. An unrivalled sword sword over a magic conductor machine. Glossy yet black, gemstone-like hair for the art of a demon (yawn) that deludes a crowd of thousands.
The face hidden in the helmet and mask went hand in hand, and the presence of the Black Knight even had a mysterious hue.
(Even with the same dark hair, you're a lot different from your teacher)
From the dark hair of the Black Knight, the figure of your greatness that comes to mind in association.
Eyes so narrowed and narrowed to a slight body. A sparsely grown, inert beard on whitish skin that doesn't know sunburn. Besides, always the blushing hair is too different from that of the black knight, who is called the wet feather of the whale.
Dorothea would say that even though it's in your head, it's a good idea to compare the two. Previous Francois, who believed in mighty power, would surely have said the same.
But not now. There was certainly a longing for power. There was certainly a heart to think of as a hero.
However, for the same amount of time, the familiarity with your university grew in Francois.
An exotic youth, from the East. He didn't just show his skills, he taught him how to look at multilateral things, gave advice, and sometimes stood up to open his students' eyes.
Whatever the truth, as François' perception, Guitar Sayama was a fine teacher. Though not beyond heroes, François respected his greatness when he had only what he had.
That sentiment, similar to that of admiration, had lined up the hero and your greatness in the same position. But, as I would say, it was dark beneath the lamp, the person at the time did not know how your daiichi came to mind with the Black Knight.
(Dr. Takahiro, too, because he's a hero? A hero on the corner, called Anything Store. Phew)
François turned the smile that was floating into a laugh.
southern Easwind, it also comes to the Mediterranean coast and no idiot does not swim.
The Mediterranean, an inland sea, has gentle waves, many shallow terrain, not to mention the warmth of the water, and excellent conditions for a sea bath. In places such as those chosen for maintenance, there is naturally also a high degree of transparency in seawater. Even at such depths that adult men could not reach their feet, the sea was only blue and clear, and there was no slight cloudiness.
A sea bath on the Mediterranean coast, also said to be like flying in the sky. In the morning, the boys students of II S., who did not even want to devote time to the 'cultural activities' recommended by the current school director, such as the appreciation of the arts, also jumped there after lunch, into the blue water like a released arrow.
"Uhh! I knew in the summer, I had to swim!
"This sense of liberation, hey!!
In the youth of sixteen or seventeen, I feel more joy moving my body than looking at paintings and sculptures. They are always looking for a place to spill out excessive energy from behind their bodies and fill their bodies.
There's no way the bloody boys can't move when they see the sea of Yale Silt. They were cheering and shaking around like beasts just out of cages.
"[Water Bazooka]! [Water Bazooka]!
"Ha ha, it works or not! Turn your eyes with my [Voltex]!
"[Aqua Swim] So I'll be a fish!!
Private beach a short distance from Yale Silt. With pines growing in the woods behind it, the three-day moon-shaped bay was a coast reserved for the Royal Gran Feria School, and access was strictly forbidden for anyone but those involved.
Consideration is also given to not exposing the skin of noble, luxurious, or famous knight's sons to the general public. I also have an upper-class idea that I don't want to feel crippled by the annoyance of the crowd.
But the kindness of not wanting people to see this kind of distraction led to buying private beaches for students - at least that's what the teachers at the rate think.
"Dolphin kick! Dolphin kick!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!
"Hi-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha!?... ugh! I drank seawater!
"Ugh! No, no, no, no, no! Yabe, I got a weird laugh."
Being a child is no different than being an upper class. The teachers all sighed loudly at the boys students dripping their nostrils mixed with seawater.
"You still have five days left to travel. Not even five days."
"It's a nerve-rubbing thought to take care of them all day. Hey, Dr. Leon?
"From 1: 00 p.m. to 3: 00 p.m., we are free to move within our private beach. Whether it's fishing, swimming, yachting, why don't we just let them go free?
"When I say freedom, there will be limits. If I take my wings off too much and it's going to lead to accidents and scandals...... oh my stomach hurts"
"To avoid that, there are us and the samurai. Come on, let's encourage the job."
"Dr. Leon is a boulder...... haha"
Leon watches the students in arms, not even trying to bring them to the pine trees.
Having a reputation for being tough on everyone else, Er-S's tenure didn't break his stance even if he was a travel destination.
"Well, do you think it's better yet just because a girl is a big girl"
"Right."
The five teachers with a thirsty laugh saw the boat floating near the bay exit.
A strange ship that is too big to say yacht, slightly smaller to say passenger ship, and not sailed. In a rambling way, a different ship, as if the boat had grown as it were, was its fruit, a chunk of magic guidance technology.
Instead of taking the wind by sail and proceeding, the Magic Boat, which travels to glide over the water, was born from the use of the advanced skills that Easwind boasts, and is now used extensively, only in the inland sea.
Due to the risk of overthrow, it cannot be used in the outer sea, where the wave twists are intense, but in the inner sea it is even called innovation. The magical ship, whose shaking was suppressed to the extreme, allowed long excursions, even for those vulnerable to the ship.
"But you're still a nobleman, a daughter of a luxury merchant, around preparing a guided tour ship."
"I've never seen anything that isn't a warship, a passenger ship, or a transporter. haha, ladies, float a piece of skill into the sea with ease like a common man brings a boat into a lake"
A middle-aged teacher who was half impressed, half frightened, and raised his voice.
Ahead he stared, seventeen women, on a widely made deck, had a time of grace.
Are you thinking of swimming leisurely after the boys settle down? Or are you thinking of dyeing the skin of the beads brown? The Reiki girls are all wearing swimsuits with different designs.
Dorothea is a silver separator with a blue line. Velvet is a blue competitive swimsuit. Unsurprisingly, it was Camilla who was wearing a white frill piece, and François, dressed in a gold bikini, had a colorful paleo wrapped around her waist.
All of this is a first-class product where we studied the literature that was excavated from the ruins and finally found the method. The lady's swimsuit, which also had its side as a magic item, was pricey enough to buy an intermediate district house in one piece, even if it was cheap.
That's for seventeen. Including those of men swimming in the sea, for thirty. If you sell it off together with a bespoke Magic Boat, can you also buy up the corner of the Wang Capital if you do poorly?
In their own eyes, the teachers glared and narrowed their eyes as the blue sea glowed in gold.
-- So the response was delayed.
The first thing I noticed was a boy student swimming near the ship.
Sneaking up a gap to interrupt the Garden of Enchantment, he raised his voice as soon as he realized that the Magic Guided Ship was' beginning to flow offshore '.
"The ship is being flushed!
The move from there was quick.
Following Leon, who jumped out first, teachers who activated their swimming aid skills [Aqua Swim] jump into the ocean. The samurai board numerous boats and magically run the boat. The men mounted on the ship and the women engaged in the operation of the Magic Boat.
A magical ship that will not be flushed by the tide is moving offshore and offshore. There was no one left alone in this unforeseen event, such as the visible and wolfish. Everyone had taken what seemed to be roughly the best course of action, and everyone was moving towards solving a 'little accident'.
But they were just a little - just a little bit, too late.
"The ship is accelerating!?
"Magic interference from the outside!? Besides, the tide also changed the flow......!
"Damn, I can't go back! You guys, crawl up on deck -!!
"Catch up, dude! They push me back!!
The ship carrying the students went offshore, accelerated offshore and quickly left outside the bay. The opposing teachers, samurai, and adults were pushed by the tidal currents flowing into the bay, and their fingertips did not even reach the Magic Boat.
In the sight of the teethbiting Leons, the Magic Boat grows smaller as it sees it. The ark, with thirty students on board, without a sail, eventually disappeared beyond the horizon.
"Damn, why are you doing this...!
"I can't believe there's been a glitch in the Magic Boat. Whatever you think of that, it's outside interference."
"So who are you, who did this to you?!?
"Hiu, hiu!?
"Take it easy, Valerie. You can't survive without calm."
"... oh, sorry"
This is a deserted island floating in the Mediterranean Sea.
It's not a land of banishment, it's not a mining island, it's just an island off course.
An island without a soul eventually reached by a magic ship that left the private beach and burst into bullshit.
The students, descending from the Magic Guide ship, which was seated in the shallow waters, each with anxiety and impotence on his face, sat down to the sandy beach as if he had run out of roots.
It's only been five hours since the runoff of the Magic Guide ship. But the inexplicable event was exhausting people's minds, cutting the vitality of the students involved in the case loosely.
Irrational situation. anxiety that I don't see where I'm going. Upcoming night darkness. Clothes with little fabric. Unarmed self. Besides, water and food equals without.
I don't know when the rescue will come. Or, I don't want to get on a once-running demon ship. Then it is right to wait for rescue, and we must connect our lives by then.
That's all the students knew. We knew how we should move in the future.
But many of them, they couldn't get up. He was sinking his heavy hips into the sandy beach, as he had fallen apart.
Soon, the night will come. We must set fire to it. We have to make sure it's safe. I have to decide on a role and put my bedtime down.
Really, I only knew what to do. Major survival techniques were taught in school classes. Still, my heart can't really follow me. The students began to distort their grieving faces more and more, wondering if they were so mentally brittle.
But some stood up. Some moved out.
"- Everybody, align!
Her name is François. François-de-Ferdinan.
"Calling, here we go!
Make it the daughter of the Grand Duke, a golden beauty star shining in the future.
"Everyone, you have it all. Now, before the sun sets, let's build a base. For the first time, people can feel at ease."
The talents who have been and will continue to show leadership bring together a group that has nearly collapsed and gives them a definite purpose.
"Well, we're leaving! This place is not suitable for camping because of the wind. We'll start by moving in groups."
The students who were put alive by her walked out following François in order to regain the glow in her eyes and overcome an imminent matter under her eyes -!
And we met. to someone they know well.
On the opposite side of the landing point, on the shore where the sunset lit up, 'he' was grasping the fruit.
"... that one"
"Oh, yeah."
Little girl with watery hair, faceless hands and hips. Boolon, a girl with white peach hair who squeaks a boolon and a ukulele and sings cheerfully. They dyed their skin in wheat, wearing a hazy hibiscus patterned bikini, wrapped around their hazy hips, singing aloha aloha, and loosening their hips.
"Ta, ka, hi, lo. I want to burn some more skin. Can you put some oil on my back?
"There you go."
"Cold!? Oil sprinkling, etc., and in a double sense it's cold!
A dragon girl hiding the area in a remarkable microbikini stopped at the young man in an aloha shirt wearing a straw hat. A dark-haired girl with burnt skin spreads her dragon-like wings and eats into a dark-haired young man. But the young man lay barely on the beach, and fell asleep with a straw hat on his face.
A dragon girl who swells her cheeks with puffiness and anger. To the dancing girl, the girl who rings the ukulele. All of them, what a lowteen they look like. Chest is peppered, average height, under 150 cm!
This is Lolita's paradise. An ever-summer island where perverts of toddler hobbies arrive. The dark-haired young man was now letting the girls he wanted to samurai and try to sleep in plenty of room.
I'm surprised, Takada-san Sayama was the owner of the hobby.
"... Phew"
"Dear François!?
Whether the thread of tension was broken or whether it was due to another reason, the leaders of the students, where is it! and made a noise and knelt down to the beach.