Two golem carriages advance under the early summer sun.
Golem horses, two each.
The first is a pumpkin-type passenger car and the second is a front truck.
"Here we are."
A sinister old man sitting on your podium calls out in the passenger car.
The door of the parked carriage opened and three figures descended.
Soon, the truck coming from the rear also stops.
"Here."
One of them comes down from the guest room and looks around as he snaps his nose.
Medium back, disappointed body. And hairy to see.
"The three of us will explore. You two, get a carriage."
When the hairy man tells him so, with the two men who got out of the passenger car, he heads to the freight train.
And when I was equipped, I stepped out onto the burnt field.
(The smell of burning. Drunk in a volcanic fire.)
This hairy man's name is Dolba.
He is the leader of the Kingdom's leading team of adventurers, 'Robust'.
And this is the eastern border of the kingdom, its further east.
It is the territory of a religious state, commonly known as the 'Eastern Country', which will culminate in the Archbishop.
(Is that the remains of a knight?)
I feel remnants of the shape, and I come closer together in three pieces.
"... it's black."
A man with cheeks says, with a frown root.
What would have been a knight was burnt, and crushed.
"Hey, right?
Something that made the knight this way, doesn't it still show up? I guess that's what you thought, you're alert to your surroundings by the time you're cowardly.
Five of the "robust" men were asked by the eastern country to come and investigate.
western detachment of the eastern country. Something seems to have happened in this land close to the border with the kingdom.
"Class B knights, one, two, three. And then there's C? Hey!"
Dolba speaks to the inert bearded sorcerer.
"Keep track of your location so you can draw cartoons later."
The inert beard nods. And when I took out the little notebook, I started measuring the distance in steps.
The old man with the cheeks begins exploring the area with Dolba.
"What happened?"
The old man with the cheeks looks around anxiously.
There are more than just the remains of knights. There are abandoned settlements, and more than one carbide mass can be seen.
Probably what used to be, people and livestock.
"It's not a mountain fire. Magic, or a warcraft. And a super powerful guy."
Anticipate with a rugged look.
"If it's a warcraft, that's the salamander class, this"
A true salamander, not with a lower Lesser. First of all, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to see you.
But Dolba twists his neck with an unconvincing look.
"But hey, this way of burning. You feel like a lightning system, not a fire."
The experience I had accumulated as an adventurer had given this hairy man such an impression.
"Either way, it's a case like asking an adventurer to investigate even though a national knight is being hit. Not decent."
A burnt-out float on the chest of a knight. It's the Knights of the East.
The old man with his cheeks nodded at the words he uttered as he dazed at it.
I was uncomfortable with the content of the request itself.
"Deep prying destroys itself. Just finish the report and I'll get the money."
'Robust', a team of adventurers in the kingdom. No wonder they operate in other countries.
Top-notch adventurers don't really get tied up in the country.
(Good job since Lesser Salamander. Do this and don't take a breath)
Appeared in a mine in northern Wangdu, Lesser Salamander.
They exorcised it and became a sudden national hero.
Dolba, the leader, was rumored to undoubtedly rank up to the C-level adventurer, and he was totally concerned about it as well.
(That was bad)
Face and reflect.
They went up and spent more money than they had to.
When I checked the balance of my guild account, I felt like I had been hit in the head with a blunt instrument.
(I'll be back soon. I'll get to work. That'll get you the money, and if it works, maybe you can get a promotion this time.)
Though I didn't get promoted, I was optimistic.
But big jobs don't.
Enlarged pride makes you hesitate to get a small job and narrow your income.
They had just gone out of the country with a sense of crisis.
I don't know many people here.
Without eyes, I can get a job without looking good.
Dolba nodded and reopened the investigation.
The stage is far and away and moves to the north of the Ost continent.
Further north of the Spirit Forest, a large lake extends there.
On an island floating in the middle of it, the turtle was puzzled.
(Spontaneous Kidnapping Lenu)
Turtle is this island itself. Two hundred meters long is a huge spiritual beast.
From the elves it was called Zaratan and was regarded as the guardian of the Spirit Lake.
(Ano fruit ganateil. Sicamo Massive D)
Aromatic aroma that reaches beyond space.
Remember the taste, my throat rings.
(Daga, koledeja row kenu)
Since returning to the lake, a large number of human-shaped organisms have landed in the woods.
Good thing Zalatan doesn't take any action, he's even brought in giant dolls these days.
(I'm Tong Jika)
I should have craved that fruit.
The next time you move, you're going to stick around.
(root kosogi snatching warrel)
That's what Zaratan fears.
I can't expect thoughts from a creature that lives in the woods. It will harvest as much as it can and wither away.
It can be removed, but I don't really want to do it if I can.
(Sleepy)
It was Zaratan's, untrue thoughts.
The stage, moreover, jumps heavily from there to the southeast.
That's Landburn.
A city that was newly incorporated into the Empire and became the capital of the Borderline Lord.
"There is no movement in the kingdom"
Sleepy eyes, a skinny man with a handle beard reports.
The location is the meeting room of the castle facing Central Square.
The early summer sun had disappeared into the western ridge a short while ago with remnants.
The windows in the meeting room are open and the cool night breeze is blowing through.
"It must have been a real last resort for them, too."
A short, mowed, grey-haired man mouthed a white chin beard as well.
To that word of Uncle Rosehip, the bald middle-aged man gives a palliative look.
What they feared was that Ghost Knight, the ghost knight who attacked the Expeditionary Force, would attack the Empire as it were.
That's when they had to stop here in Landburn.
"Then, unless this one hands down and hunts down, the ghost knight Ghost Knight may show up."
Wipe the sweat on the top of his head with a handkerchief, and Uncle Borderline breathes.
Uncle Rosehip unexpectedly narrowed his eyes to his head, which reflected the lighting blindly.
Accommodation town in front of Awok. Since that incident, nothing has happened to make me suspect the involvement of the Ghost Knight.
"Again, the price is too great"
The steering wheel beard says, turning the paperwork.
That came from Imperial Capital, the minutes of the round-table meeting. Here's what it said there.
"The Ghost Knight drives the rider's mind crazy, in exchange for power"
What else, a frontier uncle with a look like that.
That much power, consideration, can't be alongside.
"The less skilled or the less loyal. If they ride, the hurdles to fanaticism are lower. That's what you see in a blacksmith guild."
To the words of Uncle Borderline, Uncle Rosehip shook his head wide left and right.
"What you will need when you do is a class A knight pilot. You won't be able to use it, such as a knight who makes it disposable."
Three nodding people.
Borderline uncle uttered words to close.
"I don't think it's going to solve the problem right away. We'll focus on home affairs as we leave it to our own country."
And the meeting adjourned.
Leaving the room, the frontier uncle heads to his mansion, which continues on the premises.
(But here, the climate is good)
In a pleasant night breeze, narrow your eyes while leaving only a few hair behind.
Summer is hot, but there is wind as calarity. It's very different from the military cities we've been in.
In the summer of the land, humidity is high and there is no wind. In the winter, the cold, dry wind blows.
Three Springs.
I remember the place name and threw it away.
Plum, peach, cherry blossom. Flowers that originally bloom slightly at different times bloom in unison in the land.
That's where the three Springs came from.
(I thought it was a long, warm spring land from the sound, but it was completely different)
Summer too hot and winter too harsh. Those two last a long time, with only a little spring and autumn.
The season shifts from a freezing winter to a gloomy summer at once.
Three kinds of flowers bloom at the same time, because spring is extremely short.
(Fair enough)
Three Springs were returned to the Emperor after gaining a vast and rich territory in Landburn. I never set foot again.
Suddenly then, a laugh attack strikes Borderline Uncle.
He remembered what was written in the handover.
"In the spring, dark and varied red and white flowers fill the mountains. I know the value of spring when I'm in this land. I can't wait, it makes me sad. '
I didn't lie.
A short spring, otherwise the season is hard to spend. I merely expressed it far away.
(You just have to expect the next lord, too, by mistake)
I walk into the building with an evil laugh all over my face.
After finishing the meal, I got a bell telling me when the lights went out. It is the local rule of this mansion.
"Is it that time already?"
Uncle Borderline wears a ring and walks out the hallway to get to the floor.
But it's not the bedroom we're headed to. It's a maid's dorm.
(Well today, where are we going)
Proceed down the hallway where the lights fell.
From now on, it's one of his few breaths.
(Evening. Ah)
Quietly pushed the door open and broke into the room for two.
Though the door is magically locked, the ring glowing on the fingers of the peripheral uncle is Master Key.
I can get in anywhere.
I climbed onto the bunk bed, in the room with the lights out, and hugged the lying maid.
(Ugh, ho. warm and soft)
The maids are told. If Uncle Borderline visits him, even if he is awake, he tells him to pretend to be asleep.
For this reason, to a young body that does not resist, Borderline Uncle pranks sufficiently and pushes on to the inside.
"Huh."
I close my eyes desperately, and the voice that pushes me to death soothes me again.
Uncle Borderline naturally knew what was happening to the maid. A woman who continues to pretend to sleep, not a woman who sleeps. That's what he likes.
Perhaps on his younger days, there was something to determine his preferences.
(Kingdom woman, not bad either. like this healthy wheat skin)
Slowly lower back and lower back to taste while leaving half naked and rubbing exposed skin.
(Glad to hire locally)
Lords from other countries and inhabitants of this land from the beginning.
Good Lord. He's crushing his heart to narrow that distance.
One of them is the local maid hire that pushes the opposite.
(Again, we have to touch and interact with each other like this, we don't know each other)
I don't know, the round-trip speed comes up.
(All right, all of my info, I'll pour it out right now)
Borderline uncle, who stuck to his tense young body disappointed, sent him to the last drop.
Leave a young maid in breath and descend the ladder of a bunk bed.
And as it was, I broke into the lower step.
(Hey, what did you think when you felt it being done on the top step?
Whisper in your ear, but the maid who pretended to sleep doesn't answer.
(Fine, I'll ask your body for your reply. Ah)
And slip your hands, into your pyjamas.
(Alas? Alas!
To that voice, the maid turned to her side in embarrassment.
With a full smile, Uncle Borderline bumped once again.
(The night is long. I should also consider a bit of pacing)
The bed in Uncle Borderline's bedroom is still unused.
Always at night, in a maid's dorm.
In some bed in some room, sleep sometime. And wake up with a maid of honor morning service.
(You can hire some more)
Think as you make a noise and suck.
A little more for a mansion of this size, but no financial problems.
(Next, what type to make)
Number of people to hire, their free days and scheduled interviews. In the blink of an eye, a schedule is made. He is a brilliant man.
Buy sculptures and paintings and decorate the mansion. The steering wheel beard has recommended that before.
That's what Uncle Neighbourhood said.
"If it's enough to buy expensive art, you should hire a maid and keep paying her salary"
Besides, I invite a maid who was nearby.
When I suddenly turned my skirt about half way around, I crawled my hand to my slippery thigh.
"This one's better, don't you think?
With a nasty grin, the Lord laughs happily.
Look at that. The handle beard, he had to sigh and bow his head.
When Uncle Borderline fell asleep in a maid's dorm.
In the land of the north, there was a waking man.
(painful)
I know what caused it.
Because what I slept in me moved out recently.
(Seal weakened?
Ask yourself.
The answer is no. The power of my own will is not diminished.
(Then why?
That's because what was sealed increased strength.
(Don't let go. If the seal is unsealed, it will be a big deal)
But the trial continues.
The internal pressure increases day by day, and what is sealed shakes the raging madness.
The chains of invisibility, named reason, had been subjected to severe shocks many times.
(As it is, not good)
But I don't know how to deal with it.
Lately, they haven't come close to me. For this reason, at night, one is fighting to protect the seal.
"... Gu"
I managed to keep it down tonight.
But I can't keep it down forever.
(We have to do something)
Recently, I started having the same dream.
It is pierced many times by the sword of a hero, the figure of himself as he falls.
A gentle and joyful look. Totally different from who I am right now.
What the chains were broken and sealed. It would be me after my heart was taken over by it.
(Still fine)
I was so hunted down and exhausted that I started to think about it.
(Wants to get easier)
Without help, that's one.
Intercept the urge to shake the chains of the seal, like every night.
"Umo-o-o-o-o"
Right hand moving violently and the sound of water spinning.
And occasional leaks, bitter groans.
The battle to preserve the seal was now taking place.