"I'm back!
The dwelling of Tauro in the king's capital of the kingdom. It is the top floor of a three-story building with a garden on the roof.
Herbal tree standing at the center of the rooftop garden. Now on that branch, a large eel was happily lifting his upper body.
A few degrees in the air, moving pico and short ibo feet.
He then immediately passes down the trunk of the tree and crawls down the ground to the front door. to welcome the Lord.
Slightly behind, the dangouts crawling out of the ground also continue.
A small swing by which the Lord climbs the stairs. It comes through as a vibration.
Immortals and dangouts lined the front door and waited now or now for the door to open.
"I'm home."
Long time no see home.
When I opened the front door, Imosque and Dangolo were waiting, as usual.
"How have you been?
Crawling towards me, like that.
My heart warms up, I accidentally lift two of them up and put them on my chest.
Neither Imoske nor Dangolo travel fast. Clearly, it's too late.
"I hope it's too late."
That's where you'll be fine.
Even if they move at an unstoppable speed in my eyes, I don't feel very good.
Two on the chest, heading to the living room.
"You guys and Garden Forest don't look the same."
I look out the window at the garden forest and say so.
"Whoa, what?
I tried to put the two on the bath towel on the floor, but neither of them would try to get off me. I'm desperately clinging to it.
It's a very smiling sight.
"Did you miss it?
I missed it too, so I left it clutching to my chest and shoulders.
Add tea as it is and take a dose looking at the garden landscape around the herb tree.
Then Imosuke on my shoulder pressed his head against my cheek.
"What do you want?
"Hmm?"
When asked back without knowing what it means, Imoske poses as a thought or points toward the garden forest.
"Are you saying you're going to plant some new grass, trees, that?
Apparently so.
"Together"
Imoske and Dangolow look at each other and shake their heads up and down.
Just so I can come home soon. And don't leave your house empty for the long term. Looks like the family came up with an idea.
The result seems to be planting the grass I want.
"Oh, that's cute already. Damn."
I held it with both hands and gave it up.
"But what would you like?"
It's a suggestion. The Imosques will be disappointed if we don't ride.
Being more of a doughnut than a flower, I like fruitful plants.
"Biwa, figs, it's hard to throw away around here too..."
That's where I come up with it.
It's one of my favorite fruits of my previous life, and one I've never been around.
It seems to be in this world too, but I want it in the garden anyway.
"Hey imosque. You know what grapefruit is?
Imosque tilting his neck.
So I pull out the stationery a while back and paint.
"With round, yellow fruits like this. Yeah, it's big."
I'm not picturesque, but I try my best to draw the line myself.
"It's going to be a room like a grape. It would be amazing."
So I push where it matters.
It's only my taste, but that's the important part. I can't give this away.
"The pulp is white. It's not red."
I belong to the Grapefruit White Party.
And Floridans. With South Africans and Israelis, there are fierce temptations.
Imoske and Dangolow walk around the perimeter of my drawn sketch. And from time to time, they seem to consult.
"Hmm? You got it"
Around the two, the air brightened.
"Good luck"
For some reason, this guy's a big job, and he's giving it an atmosphere like this.
Dangolo next door feels like Fight.
"... Whoa, whoa. Don't push it too hard."
A little bit more to Imoske's statement of determination. Was the hope of saying grapefruit that difficult?
As for my question, Imosuke started eating molly and herbal leaves the next day.
Northern Ost Continent, Spirit Forest.
In its deepest depths, there are giant trees over a thousand meters high.
The giant tree is called the World Tree and there is only one tree in the world.
It was the source of the magic of the world, as well as the power of the elves who dominated the land.
And a corner of the trunk as close to the ground. There was a room built in Uro where several high elves gathered.
"Between the people, the battle seems to have begun"
The man in the chair tells.
It's a dispute over the border between the Empire and the Kingdom.
"Crush it, hope it weakens you."
The high elves, sitting in a chair on the words, give their consent.
But there, a fat high elf opened his mouth.
"If the result of the war is a massive force that stands out to the people, it's not a problem."
For Elves, people are the subject of sucking up a lot of profits through the deal. But at the same time, it is also a virtual enemy.
People with less magic and shorter lifespans, but only a lot of numbers. When put together and confronted, he was a nasty being.
For this reason the elves have always been heartbroken by the division of the people.
"You can use your usual hands"
One high elf says back.
People are helpful to both men and women. Besides, for some reason, many people prefer the appearance of the Elves.
If I fell into a sweet trap with my sleeping moves, I mostly immediately rotted and fell.
"The same pillow, I like it, but it's enough."
"You don't have to do that, I'm just gonna show you a little bit of a carefree bareback, and I'm gonna drop by on my own."
The high elves laugh ridiculously.
The old lady in the high elf joins it and overlaps words.
"It's inappropriate, has little magic, and has a short lifespan. When we elves favor someone like that, do we really think about it? I always wonder."
"I can't think that far. I don't know who I am, fools. Thanks to you we can make things easier."
Often indoors were filled with mockery.
Wait for it to quiet down and the chancellor opens his mouth again.
"Well, that's the real deal from here. the other day, the existence of another world tree, which was confirmed"
A moment of complete silence. An explosive hustle and bustle ensues.
High Elves scream orally, unlikely, how, etc.
I knew this story beforehand, squad leader of the exploration squad. Only he had a look on his face like he had chewed up a bitter bug.
"I don't know how I slipped through the constraints of the Magi Carta, the Great Charter"
Magi Karta, the grand charter, is the constraint magic created by the elves in far ancient times.
While receiving a supply of magic from the world tree, it continues to cover and run the world today.
The role is twofold.
One is to keep the number of world trees in a single bottle.
The other is to limit the management of the world tree to "holding the title".
"I'm telling you I don't know. There is definitely one. Explain now."
Why the Magi Carta, the Great Charter, did not limit it, those who ask it. who do not believe in the existence of other world trees and speak out their suspicions.
The chancellor knocks his desk over and over and quiets him down.
"Various types of data are computationally indicative of the existence of other world trees. We don't know where it is yet."
"Didn't the expedition find it?
To the fat high elf inquiry, the squad leader's face adds to the grump.
Instead of the squad leader who was unwilling to open his mouth, the chancellor added an explanation.
"In the search by the Spirit of the Wind, we could not find it. This time, we discovered the results of the world's magic balance of payments observations."
To the high elves who raise questions in their faces, the chancellor continues.
"The amount of magic that disappears from the world and the amount of magic that the world tree releases. These two are equal."
Everyone nods naturally.
Magic that has disappeared from the world. It is reduced in the depths of the earth and released again from the world tree into the world.
And the Tree of the World stands in the heart of the Spirit Forest.
Massive volcanic eruptions or giant earthquakes. With such exceptions, it would be odd if they weren't the same.
"However, a number of observations have shown that there is a certain difference between these two. This shows that there are other sources of magic."
The High Elves exchange private language with each other.
The fat high elf raised his hand and asked.
"What difference does it make? Assuming it's a world tree, is it to the extent that it can be called a young tree?
While the young tree releases magic into the world, it still does not have the power to suck up magic from the ground vein independently.
A weak being, supplied with magic by the world tree.
If it stays a little longer, it will soon deteriorate to normal grass. Like a young tree that was in the uro of this world tree.
But expectations were low, and the chancellor shook his head left and right.
"The difference is huge. Definitely a tree."
If it were a tree, it would already be rooted in the ground vein on its own.
It's magic that doesn't go through the world tree. We can't cut off the supply on the way.
"Isn't that an observation error? And it could be the amount of magic that lingers in the world."
Another high elf speaks. I don't want to admit that there are other world trees, that feeling was strongly on my face.
"I told you it was Naruki. That's not the difference."
The existence of the trees of the world, that is already an unshakable fact.
The High Elves, who have learned about it, look at the Speaker in unison.
The chancellor said his thoughts quietly.
"Find and take away. That's the only way."
In the words, a high elf speaks with his face in his face.
"You can't burn it down, can you?"
It is more difficult for the usurper to take it than to destroy it.
I am worried about it.
Fat high elves open their mouths before the chancellor answers. There was a light of understanding in its eyes.
"Burn down the other existing world trees and re-grow the young trees from scratch. That time is no longer left. Isn't that what this is about?
The life of the world tree is approaching.
I knew it, but it was this that started showing a specific deadline.
Indoors, severe groans leak.
The chancellor nodded to affirm.
"But isn't it too soon? In my opinion, there's still room."
The chancellor answers the fat high elf question with a rugged look.
"The weakening of the world tree is faster than expected. It's not just the world tree. Of the whole forest, things are getting worse."
Harvests from fruit trees and fields are falling slowly but surely. The fact was welcomed with surprise by the High Elves.
"What are you talking about? The harvest should be increasing. Flowers bloom in the woods and lots of honey, grass and fruit can be picked. There's a lot of stuff in there."
An old lady in a rising high elf. But the chancellor's tone remains the same.
"By opening up, the total quantity is increasing. But the yield per unit area is down the right shoulder. Especially these days, it's remarkable."
Such an old high-elf woman who keeps her mouth open and drops her hips in the chair.
Again, the cause is unknown.
"It takes a hundred years to grow a young tree. The world tree today can't hold it until then. There is no replacement. We must rely on that world tree."
It is only by monopolizing the magical benefits of the world tree that the elves prosper.
And it was dangerous. A world in which the world tree no longer exists, nor do they have any predictions of what will happen to it.
That's when the fat high elf slapped his hands on the table. Attention is drawn to the rambling sound of bang.
He got up from his seat, and he got furious.
"It's not a hundred years to be a tree! I mean, I've missed another world tree growing over the last hundred years! What the hell did you see in these pits?
Tap the desk again and stare at the team leader of the expedition team.
"Lord! I told you. Probably doesn't exist. Plus, I guess I don't understand."
The head of the expedition squad turned his neck to the side.
"Oh, the Lord is right! I don't understand. I don't even understand this! Probably something that doesn't exist has been around for over a hundred years."
Trying to recruit more, the perimeter clamps and pulls back into the seat.
Fat high elves are repeatedly breathing rough on their shoulders.
The chancellor turned away from the fat high elves and spoke to them all.
"You know what I mean. That's why you can't imitate a spiritual cannon like burning down a neighborhood. Anyway, we need to know where we are in a hurry."
First, confirm the location.
If you can't get in the way, fine. Protect and transition capital over time.
But if this falls within a force other than the elves, it becomes more difficult.
It would suck if the Lord of the Zone of Forces knew he was a new world tree.
"From among the people, I have not heard a story say that a new world tree has been found"
Everyone strokes their breasts down a little to the Speaker's words.
"But until now, that's what I'm saying. We'll do everything we can to discover a new world tree."
The high elves nod strongly.
And there were always more and more serious meetings started.
The meeting continues even after the late evening, the reason why it could not be discovered in the Spirit of the Wind, the search for new exploration methods.
They still didn't know.
Let the Magi Carta, the great charter, give the people who live in the kingdom the title 'Opener of the Gate'.
That the people had already crossed the hurdle that they thought was impossible.