Large lake, extending into the northern part of the Spirit Forest.
A huge magic formation extends over two hundred meters in diameter at the bottom of that lake, and something similar to the island starts to surface from within.
It's a slow surf, caring about its surroundings, but it's big enough to be comparable to the magic formation in any way. The waves created are high and wash the shoreline of the lake to the back.
Something similar to that island had a head the size of a body.
The head resembles a tortoise and has fruit on its mouth.
It was difficult to notice because something similar to the island was large, but the fruit was also huge as to whether it would have a diameter of fifteen meters.
The island quietly heads to the north shore of the lake and places fruit on the shore.
A fruit that sounds like a belly and sinks the bottom into the sand. Its colour was yellow and it was thought to be citrus based on its shape.
"Hum."
Something similar to an island brings your head closer to the fruit. It seemed as though he was enjoying the fragrance.
The next time I open my mouth small, it snaps to the skin of the fruit.
And when I put it in my mouth, I lift my neck and narrow my eyes.
"How Toy Aromatic Na Aroma Li"
Drink and mouth on the fruit.
Continue eating the chicken and skin so that your mouth reaches the pulp.
"Kushi Zhenlida"
Finally, the long-awaited pulp is in your mouth.
The turtle closed his eyelids hard and shook his neck left and right.
The way it is, it's like indulging in strong alcohol.
After enjoying the finishing touches, sip the skin, mouth the pulp again, and shake your head like a roar.
If that's what you mean, it would be reasonable to say that Grandpa would do a glass of distilled liquor.
"Vegan Rashii"
The aroma, the flavour is impeccable, but notably this size.
Even the biggest one I once saw, I think it was only less than this half.
With all this, you won't have that endless thought after you finish eating.
Something similar to the island kept eating fruit in a good mood.
Inside the elves in the Spirit Forest.
In the corner of the gathering hall of the High Elves, the High Elves, who now received an urgent report, were making their expressions rude.
"Zaratan disappeared!
Zaratan is a spiritual beast that protects the northern lake.
It has been in the land for a long time, watching over the world trees and the elves.
That's what I said earlier, disappeared. They used incredibly huge transfer magic and moved somewhere.
(A new world tree, a decline in forest vitality, plus Zaratan will be gone? What the hell is going on!
Events that have remained the same for hundreds of years and should continue to do so have changed from year to year in recent years.
I felt the anomaly in the world on my skin, and the high elves fought.
There, one elf jumps in for a report.
"Zaratan's back?
They showed up at the lake with metastatic magic, just like they did when they disappeared.
The High Elves were relieved but not relieved of the tension.
"We'll have to go and make sure of this soon."
The chancellor then chooses a high elf with a long water attribute to the spiritual language.
I just want to take my spiritual beast for an interpreter, but not with Zaratan. I'm scared, I can't get closer than a certain distance.
As soon as the old lady from High Elf arrives, she takes a transfer magic formation to the water intake tower on the south bank of the lake.
Splendid little castle on the shore of the lake. That's the water tower.
He pumps up the water in the lake and uses his magical powers to fly water into the elves.
The chancellor and the old lady show up to the transfer magic formation set up in the deepest room of the building.
Guided by the soldiers waiting for him, he immediately went to the watchtower.
"Are you on the north shore?"
The chancellor looks at the sights of the lake with incredible thoughts.
From the moment he became conscious, Zaratan was always in the middle of the lake. That's now on the opposite shore.
Even if I had received a report that he disappeared, that he appeared, I couldn't stop being surprised when I actually saw him with this eye.
"Can you get that far?
An old woman in a high elf snaps at a soldier.
The soldier replied nervously.
"We are looking to use the knight to head there. I know it will make you both feel narrow, please note"
The chancellor nodded, and the old lady in the high elf frowned and shrugged her shoulders.
Then the four of us ride the two horsemen C-class knights deployed in the water intake tower to the north shore.
When they arrived, Zalatan was almost done eating fruit.
The two green knights kneel on one knee and bring the two high elves down from the cockpit to the ground.
The chancellor and the old woman, as they dusted their clothes with their hands, stretched their spines and looked at Zaratan.
(big, and moving)
The two are not young in high elves either. To them, it was the first sight I saw.
Physical force coming from immensity and tremendous magical pressure. I can't stop shivering because I'm nervous.
Zalatan is a powerful superior spiritual beast who lived for a long time.
He was one of the few respectful elves who saw himself as a superior species.
(I need to ask what's going on first)
I look at the old woman next door, trying to get her to translate into Spiritual.
The old woman was stunned to dye her dried persimmon-like face, her mouth slipping open.
The right hand points to Zaratan's eating fruit.
"... hey, hey. Isn't that Ambrosia?
To the words of the old woman, the chancellor frowns and explores her memory.
It is true that Ambrosia is called the fruit of God.
The fruit is said to heal the injury and have the power to repel the disease.
And some spirit medicine, Elixir's main ingredient. It's an epic potion that delivers high levels of injury treatment, disease treatment, abnormal recovery, and all of that.
The three colors of red, blue and green shine white by mixing together, also called triple B because of its potency.
Except for A, which only appears in mythology, it's the best thing a practitioner can get.
I heard you were no longer extinct.
The chancellor is convinced of the old woman's surprise.
She is also one of the best pharmacists in the Elves. If Elixir's ingredients, Ambrosian fruit, are in front of us, we cannot remain very calm.
(Did this also cause her to disappear?)
I wonder how he learned of Ambrosia's existence and took it by metastatic magic.
The chancellor stroked his chest, realizing that the matter did not put the elves in crisis.
I just have to ask you where you were going.
Fruit of God Ambrosia. Because it is where it will be, where another world tree may exist.
(its likely)
The chancellor shakes the old woman's shoulder and makes her go back to sanity.
And I forcefully ordered him to hear the destination of the transfer.
The old woman, refocused in her eyes, lets a magic formation unfold around her and pours in intense magic.
And in an extremely elusive spiritual language, he began calling.
"M?"
The giant superior spiritual beast noticed a voice calling herself precisely as she tried not to finish eating the fruit.
Moving his eyes, a human-shaped organism living in the woods speaks a spiritual language.
Other than spiritual beasts rarely speak spiritual language. I was intrigued and listened.
"Dokoni Row Tte Itanoka, Osienasai"
Terrible, but I can't help it.
Understand what it means, Zaratan thinks.
Tell me where this fruitful place is.
"No, I'm not."
Answer immediately.
The human-shaped organisms that live in the woods should have also craved this fruit.
Tell me, I'll definitely go get it. Besides, this organism has a large number. It must root harvest even immature fruit.
The sweet dew I found because of it. I didn't want to give in. That place is my secret place.
"Osienasai"
'No'
Even if repeated, the answer is the same.
Zalatan mouths to eat out the rest of the fruit.
"The World Tree Mitaka"
I've changed the question, but I don't respond as well. Because it is still this fruitful place.
I come over this question over and over again, but ignore it all.
After a lot of silence, the human-shaped creatures living in the woods stopped asking questions and made demands.
"Sono Nutsu Yokose"
Exactly. Zaratan is offended.
This is why I can't be taught by human-shaped organisms living in the woods.
I don't even feel like dealing with them, pretending I can't hear them.
And the last remaining seed is chewed up to enjoy the nuts.
The human-shaped creatures who lived in the woods screamed like cutting metal when they saw it.
But Zalatan doesn't care, and with the sauvignon of drinking, he finishes eating without leaving any pieces. And quietly began to travel to the center of the lake.
I'm not going to hurt you, even if I'm offended by what you say and do. of human-shaped organisms living in the woods, see how it goes.
Escaping the waves that struck them, they were about to board a giant doll and leave the shore.
"How Many Tributes Senevana"
Switching consciousness to the lake we visited earlier, Zaratan thinks.
I want to give back my pleasure.
And if it does, I want fruit again in return.
He was satisfied, and when he breathed a nose full of fruit, he put his head under the water.
"I couldn't."
Exhaust the magic and tell the exhausted old woman to gasp.
"They couldn't answer me about the destination, the world tree, either. Finally, I asked you to give me some Ambrosia, and I can't do that."
This is the back of the shore. By the knight, he retreated from the waves.
"But the key is definitely on Zaratan. If we find out where it's going, we'll figure out all the problems."
The chancellor answers by making a tannic surface.
I couldn't, then I can't pull in.
"The possibility of going again, it's not. If I can, I want some people lurking on the island."
If Zalatan doesn't crack his mouth, we have to hide and get there.
Honestly, it's hard to imagine Zalatan, who hasn't moved in hundreds of years, moving again soon. But you should keep your hands on it.
I want to go back immediately and put in place measures.
Driven by impatience, the chancellor waved at the knight's pilot.
"Wait a minute."
But there, a cross spear comes in from an old woman.
"Maybe the Ambrosian seeds are still falling. And pulp."
Eyes possessed by passion, stare at where Zaratan was until earlier.
"It was such a giant fruit, there must be one."
It sounds like a fever.
The chancellor shrugs his shoulders and instructs him to stay on one horse, he rides himself into the other.
She has what she does, and she has what she does.
The chancellor stood back in the cockpit and continued to endure a narrow environment up to the water intake tower.
Close to Landburn Square, guard's stuffing.
It was used as a barracks for Imperial pilots after the occupation.
Dinner in the Grand Dining Room is over, and the pilots are each beginning to spend their time freely.
In the meantime, more than ten men were gathered in the conference room at the corner of the barracks.
In addition to the chair, there is a long desk at the wall above which drinks and snacks are placed.
All of them, pilots belonging to the Rose Knights, had been offered by Uncle Rosehip to gather after dinner.
"Not yet."
"I can't wait. Hey, hey."
Sitting in a chair and holding a glass of drinks, the pilots whisper in an excited voice.
Everyone knows what's about to start and is waiting for you.
There is a small but still stage in this conference room, and now the Satsumoto "Who" is down.
Behind that thick fabric, preparations for the monument should have been in progress.
"You kept me waiting."
From the stage sleeve, in front of the satchel, Uncle Rosehip shows up.
The pilots applaud enthusiastically, and Uncle Rosehip makes a laughing, double-handed move.
"Then we will execute defeat rape"
Cheering, finger whistling. Waiting to calm down, Uncle Rosehip continued his words.
"The target audience is five. The breakdown is for one class A knight pilot, two class B knight pilots, and two guards."
To that explanation, several people look at each other.
"Why do you have a guard? You're not fighting."
"He didn't surrender, he tried to hide and escape."
That's what I'm saying.
Convert and convince in a low voice.
While doing that, the satchel "Who" goes up with Uncle Rosehip's signal.
Everyone turned to the sights on the stage.
What's there is the figure of five men lined up in a horizontal row.
The figure, like a prisoner to be handled by guillotine, is fixed by a tree with his neck and both wrists, and his mouth is covered with monkeys.
The head position is lower than their own hips, a posture with their butts stuck out in the direction behind the stage.
And most importantly, the clothes on the lower body have already been stripped off and are in a uneven state.
Hot finger whistles are sounded over and over again, and the pilots' private language never stops.
"Four people who are going to call their names, get on the stage"
Uncle Rosehip tells.
Men who are called by name and stand up from their chairs at once.
Three of them were successful in stopping Royal Blue (Royal Blue) of the Second Prince. The other one is one who has done nothing but merit.
"You guys did a really good job. Let's do the first right."
That's where I get a nigga laugh.
"Be glad, they're all firsts."
The four thrust their fists into joy, and those in the audience roar with envy and jealousy.
Uncle Rosehip gives all four of them a small glass container, like a scented oil holder, to go.
And he leaned before the pilot of the escort knight, and uttered words.
"You're going to have bones. I'll deal with him right away."
And look back, declare with the best smile.
"Come on, it's the beginning of the party"
That is what marks the beginning of the feast.
With cheer, the four turn behind the captives. And I got something out of the vial and started getting ready.
Uncle Rosehip holds the same vial in his hand and shakes it slowly in front of the escort pilot. The liquid inside moved snugly.
"It's been a long night. I'll use this rose oil for the first time."
Whisper in your ear as you enjoy watching the desperately waving escort pilot.
"And it's not just rose oil. A blessed dish in the temple of the god of commerce."
God of commerce, it is also God of prostitution. And that divine blessing generally refers to the horny effect.
The eyes of the escort pilot, who understood the matter, opened wide and turned even more violently.
"I'm fine, I'm very good"
Smiling joyfully, he turns back and drips plenty of rose oil in his hands.
Then I applied it carefully using it to the root of my middle finger in my right hand and began to loosen it up.
The escort pilot resists with all the force in one point.
He felt a fearful fear in the core of his body, which began to get hot.
"I don't know, don't put your strength into it that way. You're gonna make Evo."
Uncle Rosehip laughs and moves his fingers as if he enjoys that tightness.
The escort pilot was frightened as he rotated his wrist and his fingers circled inside.
"Nevertheless, was it 'I'm a man'? Do you think if you were a man, you'd get beaten up for defeat rape?
Bend your mouth sarcastically and continue.
"I'm not prepared. I will commit defeat rape, but I will not be. It's a very unprecedented way of thinking."
And move your fingers slowly, whispering in your ear.
"Don't worry. I'll correct that distortion now."
The pilots exchange words as they stare from the audience.
"But aren't Sir Reaper or the Knights of the Borders coming? When it comes to fighting best, you must be Lord Reaper, who defeated a Class A knight."
Look around, but there's still only the face of the Rose Knights here.
"I don't know Lord Reaper, but the Knights of the Borders said no. For reasons that don't suit my taste."
To the words, the pilot who raised the first question nodded.
"Is he the one who hates eating? I can't say anything about people, either, but I'll regret it later. What a waste."
"Not at all. You can only enjoy it with a woman, or half your life is lost."
Approximately the pilots who speak with their eyes from above, on stage, begin to wave from those who have finished applying rose oil.
The bitter voice leaking from the monkeys further stimulated the inferiority of the pilots.
Some have replaced themselves with captives and have begun to get excited.
An envious sigh leaked out of the audience, and on the verge of it filling the venue, one pilot stretched his spine and trembled loudly.
"... hey, it's too soon for him"
"It's your first time. Aren't you overexcited?
The pilots rise from their chairs to aim for the next while standing with my wretch.
The trembling pilot has a bright red face.
The order after the second has not been laid down in particular. But there is no quarrel, and the line goes in a fun atmosphere.
This is not how we go in the other Knights. Rose Knights will be unique.
While looking aside at it, Uncle Rosehip turns back and tells the escort pilot with a gentle voice.
"Well, let me get started, too."
To the feeling of being appreciated, the escort pilot resisted with his whole body.
The only muscle he can move freely now is the sphincter. Therefore, I can put all my strength into it.
Uncle Rosehip raised his voice, shrugging his shoulders, for Christ's sake.
"If you work so hard, I'll have to use my moves too."
And exhale slowly, closing your eyes.
Then he opened his eyes all the time and shouted forcefully.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
A heavy impact rocks the belly of the escort pilot.
To that blow, the portal of the escort pilot was distorted and a crack entered the candle.
From the audience seats and the adjacent rows, a great deal of cheer occurs. Their captain's, because number eighteen is out.
"We're going again. Breaking Castle Hammer Pyle Banker!
Again, the heavy bass makes you wiggle the air.
"You have quite a bone. But that's it."
Uncle Rosehip doesn't break his spare grin.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
At the next moment, the escort pilot's door flies off.
After a loud groan, he stopped breathing. Its overwhelming size temporarily prevented the diaphragm from moving.
(Holy shit, is this carp? Did the carp come in?
An illusory escort pilot.
It feels as if a rough carp has broken in.
Both eyes widened to the limit, and from the edge of the ape, who dripped.
And Koi, a symbol of strength, begins to rumble as he thinks in the escort pilot.
(... you're gonna lose!
Patience acquired in the process of mending martial arts. With it, I painstakingly stop connecting myself.
"It's quite entertaining, isn't it?"
Uncle Rosehip laughs in a good mood, even as he sweats on his forehead.
The escort pilot, who still can't break his heart, has long been a toothy opponent.
"All right, I'm serious."
Breathe heavily and stop.
The face and whole body you see becomes red and the muscles in your body thrive.
It was as if he had turned into a ghost.
"Uraah!
As if it were a toy, he began to shake the body of the escort pilot super fast and violently.
The vibration also ripples the contents of the glass on the desk in the conference room.
The Rose Knight and the others stared at it with a hot gaze. I don't know. My throat moves.
"Ugoaaaaaaa!"
Eventually, Uncle Rosehip raises a long ambition.
The escort pilot was finally heartbroken by the hot sensation that spread throughout his body.
Loss of power, loss of consciousness.
Having thought and regained reason, Uncle Rosehip instructed his men to bring an E-rank injury medication.
If it's an F-rank, it's ready on stage. I answered my repetitive men with a troubled face.
"Looks like Xing has gone too far."
And show the escort pilot's peach open.
My men were convinced. For there was a great circle of red roses, blossoming in the first place.
I don't need this anymore.
Uncle Rosehip takes off the escort pilot's ape as he looks at his men leaving outdoors.
The escort pilot repeats the words like a rumor about how much consciousness has returned.
It was called 'Kill'.
"Well, don't say that."
Uncle Rosehip laughs bitterly.
Then he drips a bottle of the injury medication he received from his returning subordinate into a rose flower.
To that cold feeling, the escort pilot let him wiggle his spine.
Effect of the potion completely healed in an instant. Seeing it satisfactorily, Uncle Rosehip opens his mouth.
"Later, whatever you want"
Once again, my men cheer me with joy.
And the feast lasted through the night until the day appeared on the eastern ridge.
Along the way, the rumors of the escort pilot have changed from 'kill' to 'die'.
The Rose Knights are strong.
Even if the war situation worsens, it is difficult to collapse, and you can continue to fight persistently as the other Knights crumble.
The spiritual strength would be comparable to that of the Religious Knights.
Supporting it, a framework not found in any other Knights. Maybe that's what this, common preference is.