After resting the ponytail in bed, I was watching the Cornells as I took a nap on the couch.
Cornell didn't seem to be competing or having fun with her braided big super tits opponent.
The figure looked like he was practicing.
(Poisoned, huh)
Cornell had recently been trying to master detoxification.
Probably using braided tits super big tits as a practice bench and encouraging.
Poison removal is a technique owned by a standing sister in a health massage parlor.
First, keep the opponent's water level in a critical position at the limit and continue to scorch thoroughly.
And when it's really out of control anymore, encourage overflow all at once.
At that moment, the internal pressure accumulated in the accumulation literally explodes, blowing the mind and body to impossible heights.
(The more you put up with it, the better it feels later.)
I explained it briefly, but that's the point.
I'll keep the two of you under observation.
(Thanks for practicing, you don't seem to be doing well)
Right in front of me, a whisper and one leg go up high.
Cornell seems to have failed to control the water level of her super boobs and overflowed them.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead with his hands, he began to build up the building blocks that had collapsed again.
You must have noticed my gaze there, turned around.
"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Tauro. Time for a change?"
Apparently, he was concentrating too much on practice, forgetting his time.
I flinch my hands at those words that seem sorry.
"No, please continue. I'm, honestly, already full."
"But then, Mr. Tauro can't taste it."
I'll be fine with that concern.
"It's not just today that I can come and see you. I just wanted to thank you so much for sharing such a wonderful store."
I keep my word.
"Besides, aren't you grabbing something right now?
Cornell gives the expression, was it a prospect?
Poisoning is a technique that keeps your opponent at the limit of water level.
To do this, you need to know the opponent's water level fluctuations and the limit water level height.
Perhaps Cornell has roughly figured out about her braided boobs super boobs in the time she's had.
So this is what practice is all about. Now, if I change opponents, I'll go back to shaking them out.
"Thank you."
Cornell began to immerse himself in practice again when he smiled at his surprisingly wet face outside of sweat and perspiration.
When the prescribed two hours were approaching, me and Cornell, getting familiar, were shaking hands disappointingly in the center of the room.
"Congratulations, Mr. Cornell"
At last, Cornell succeeded in detoxifying his braided, super-breasted opponent after continuing to practice unconsciously.
"Thank you, Mr. Tauro. But only once."
"Not at all in 0 and 1. If you succeed once, you'll only have to improve your accuracy."
To my words, yes, I nod happily.
"Well, it's time, and let's get out"
Cornell waited for me to say that.
Pull me in front of braided tits.
Of course the ponytail that didn't have a second round, the super boobs that were blowing up without poison, were already familiar.
Hmm? Is the ponytail okay?
I learned it in a battle with Teaching Little Inspector. We need to overdo it.
Doctor, I rarely carve memories into the soul of someone like you did to them.
"Mr. Tauro would not have touched her after all. We don't have much time, but because of this, touch it."
If you can't do that, I'm sorry for my feelings. and Cornell insists.
Braided tits super big tits and ponytail gaze concentrate on me.
Honestly, I'm not comfortable.
But I'm gonna put my gaze on Super Tits' chest.
Not only was it supermassive, but it stood diagonally upwards, like an air defense missile protecting allies from enemy aircraft.
Its form, like ignoring gravity, makes me wonder like a single-handed beam.
Naturally, it was the focus of attention in the pilots' school.
Of course, I was chasing him with my eyes if I put him in my sight.
(... you have to touch this)
I instinctively thought so.
I reach for my reddened braided boobs with my eyes closed.
And he continued to palpate that stunning missile with five minutes left.
Northern Ost Continent, Spirit Forest.
At its deepest depths were giant trees, over 1,000 m high.
The giant tree is not just expensive. The branches stretching around shape green umbrellas as far as 4,000 m in diameter.
Under such a thick umbrella, the sun will not reach you if you normally think about it.
But the leaves of this giant tree, as if they had been made of thin emeralds, passed through wonder and light.
Therefore, even if it is near the center, it will not be closed in the dark.
The light of the transmitted day gently descends under the umbrella.
And there was a chirali and an elf among the emerald lights.
It is a tree, known as the 'World Tree', only one of which exists in this world.
At the same time, the elves themselves were the holy places of the Elves and the capital, called "Inside the Elves".
And now, in the deepest part of Uro near its roots, a single high elf stood.
"What the hell is this?
The high-elf man had a mixed look of surprise and doubt on his old, deeply wrinkled carved face.
There is no one around. In the gallant space without the light of day there was only himself and the young tree of the world tree in front of him.
The World Tree is a must for this world.
According to a study of high elves, the magic that circulates on a global scale radiates into the surface world through world trees.
The emitted magic diffuses into the sky and eventually descends into the entire surface.
It is said that the magic that descended upon the surface of the earth, absorbing various attributes, sinks into the depths of the earth and, after distracting years, radiates again from the world tree as pure magic.
"What the hell is going on?
The old high elf repeats.
As far as possible as the next generation of the world tree, the young tree, which had been growing well, suddenly stopped its growth and even began to show signs of deterioration.
There can only be one tree in the world.
For this reason, the old world tree begins to emit magic into the cavity inside the tree, the so-called Uro, in order to produce the next world tree.
The young tree nourishes the intense radiation of magic from its surroundings and grows into a tree.
And when it becomes a tree, and the role of the world tree can be fulfilled, it changes its existence from a presence that absorbs magic from its surroundings to an exit on the surface of the refluxing magic.
Now the same thing was repeated inside this old world tree. Until the other day.
Now the magic radiation from Uro is extremely weak.
Instead of growing up, young trees that are no longer nourished seem to be about to return to their original medicinal herbs.
Herbs.
Yes, there is a close relationship between herbs and the world tree.
With magic, the seeds of tiny world trees also diffuse into the sky.
Species settled in the dark of magic are grown on medicinal herbs, and seeds in the thin are grown on grasses called herbal modochi.
And what should also be called the shaking of the world tree, in this uro, only the intensely magically irradiated species can grow as much as possible into the next generation of the world tree.
Of course, knowledge of the world tree is shared only in high elves, and we cannot know whether it is an elf or not.
"Before I grew my baby tree, did you expect me to have a lifespan?
Is that possible?
If there were, what would happen to the world?
The management of young trees was my job. As far as I can remember, I have no hands on myself.
In the first place, the cause of stopping the growth of young trees is on the adult side, not on the juvenile side. Because of weakened magic irradiation.
Then it's not my fault. It's the responsibility of the squad that manages the world tree.
"In any case, we must report it as soon as possible."
While contemplating the world crisis and his own, the old High Elf hastily followed Uro.
In the conference room, the old elves were hanging out on the tannic side.
Because I got a report from someone who was managing the young trees of the world tree.
"Are you saying that the life of the world tree is running out?
The old woman asks anxiously.
"No, I'm old, but it doesn't seem to run out right away"
Says the man in the chair as he looks at reports from those patrolling the world tree.
To the words, they all showed a slight relief.
"But there's no doubt that young trees will be wasted as they are. And the world tree of today, sooner or later, will have its life."
Silence dominates the seat.
"Is there time left to grow new young trees?"
To one question, the fat man in the next seat utters words, as he made a fool of himself.
"Before hours, how do we grow them?
Apart from the uro of the world tree, there is no environment in which young trees can be grown.
Because nowhere in this world, such as in a place filled with such intense magic.
"So why don't we find out why the world tree today has weakened its magic irradiation, so that it can radiate its magic again"
To the devouring questioner, the chancellor nods heavily.
"Yes, so far, that's the only way I can take it"
A resolution was taken briefly and the implementation of the task of ascertaining the entire world tree was decided as soon as possible.
After that, it became a chat, not even an exchange of information.
"The world tree is the source of the power of our elves. We have to do something."
Many nod at the words.
By holding the World Tree, the radiator of magic, we have secured a magical resource that can be considered absolute compared to other species.
When the inferior races have arrogantly demanded joint management of the world tree, they have used their intense magic to repel it.
By the way, it is believed that only one tree can exist in the world.
This is true, not true.
The truth is, the world tree is the surface exit of circulating magic. It doesn't have to be one. On the contrary, it is more distorted to be one bottle.
At present, however, there is only one world tree. This is true.
And that's because the elves set it up that way.
Far back for Elves, he used years of magic to consume as a nation, hanging a 'Magicarta' net on the world.
This is a tremendous magic that is activated automatically by the Proverbs, which were set by the Elves at that time.
Its main purpose was to retain one of the world trees, which happened to be one at the time.
And it was about limiting the management of the world tree to the elves and their collaborators.
This has allowed us to monopolize the world's leading magic resources for a long time.
"Nothing can affect the world tree except those with titles."
That's a big relief material.
Only the Great Charter (Magicarta) assembled by the ancient elves, which was recognized and given the title, can relate to the world tree.
You never get scratched by a thief from the side.
By the way, they also have titles.
"High Elves" is the title, given by the Great Charter (Magicarta) to many of the Elves whose age, knowledge, magic and magic skills have reached certain standards.
So the elves in general are not involved in the world tree.
Only some elites, chosen like them, are involved.
"I don't have a title other than Elf, but the problem is"
In fact, some title holders other than elves. Elf collaborators.
This is because when the Great Charter (Magicarta) was enacted, it would have been difficult to enact itself without any cooperation other than elves.
And because of the magical problem, by loosening the target, the amount of magic required for enactment could be greatly reduced.
If the required amount of magic is set to 100 if the object is limited to an elf alone, and 0 if not limited in any way, a geometric mathematical graph is drawn in between.
As a result, some mitigation was made to reduce the amount of magic needed to enact it to a feasible level.
"The title holder at the time, already, is not in the world"
Naturally. Not even a long-lived elf has anything to survive.
"And the hurdle in trying to win a new title is extremely high"
Raising the hurdle has effectively invalidated the alleviated part.
"We're the only ones who can get our hands on this. We're not going to take too long, but let's do a careful investigation so we don't miss it."
Each of the old men in the conference room raised a voice of understanding.