Empire dominating the western half of the Ost continent.
The imperial capital is lined with sandy stone houses. Within the palace, which stands in its centre, a round-table meeting was now held.
"Has the kingdom successfully manufactured Elixir?
Everyone's expression uniformly increases the risk of shock information brought to them by the Dean of the Imperial School of Magic.
A magnificent man sitting in his seat uttered words with a great sigh.
"Did you once again take the delay following Ghost Knight"
To the emperor's immediate remarks, a quiet indoor.
"I'm supposed to be giving you a small budget and personnel, but what's going on? If this continues, I wonder if there's a problem with the organization itself."
A middle-aged woman in charge of the Forge Guild, and the Dean of the Imperial School of Magic. They stretched themselves against the word.
"No, the magic technology of an empire is more than equivalent to that of a kingdom. Never inferior."
A skinny old man protests in a strong tone as his voice trembles with tension.
"Then why can't my country make elixirs?
The skinny old man, the Dean of the College of Imperial Magic, stuffed the word for a moment.
"... I was wondering if there was a problem with the ingredients"
The emperor jumps up one eyebrow and continues.
The Dean of the College stood up and began to explain as he gestured.
"Elixir's main ingredient is a certain fruit. Ambrosia, or fruit called the fruit of God. Based on this, it is described in many literature."
"Ho."
"If we get Ambrosia, we can definitely create Elixir."
The Dean of the Academy sitting at the end of the day. Keeping an eye out for that old, skinny figure, the emperor asks further.
"So why isn't Ambrosia in this hand? I'm not convinced you have to explain the rest."
The Dean of the College, who turns his complexion blue and rises again in a hurry.
"What, I thought it might be a coincidence?"
"Coincidence?"
"Yes, according to the story, the kingdom happened to get only one, more than the travelers"
On the old man's forehead, a seething grain of sweat floats.
"The person who got it happened to be a student at the Royal School of Magic. That's why Ambrosia was brought to magic school and turned into an elixir."
An emperor who indulges silently in the content of the story. The look is never favorable.
"Where did travelers get Ambrosia? I can't believe there's only one in this world."
Continue to ask, so as to fold.
"And the traveler. Where did he come from and where the hell did he go?
The Dean of the College can't answer. He is wiping his sweat nagging while letting his lean body stand.
inferior to the kingdom. The Dean of the College just stood up in response to the words.
As a result, no information was prepared that could be answered.
"That's enough."
Let sit in a cold word.
In everyone's eyes, the College Director's assessment was significantly negative.
There, a tall romance grey gentleman who raises his hand and asks to speak.
He is also the Marquis, who led the Expeditionary Army towards Awok, but was forced to withdraw by the Ghost Knight.
"Even I have similar information."
The Marquis stands up and utters words as he drops his eyes to a notebook in his left hand.
But my spine stays stretched, and I can't even bend.
"First the quantity of elixirs made in the kingdom. This is less perfume than a lady can handle. You won't be able to make Triple B work."
With the thumb of a hand with a notebook, cleverly turn the page and carry on the words.
"Fruit that seems to be Ambrosia, let's just leave it as Ambrosia, this is a lot lost due to trials and errors in the manufacturing phase, and they no longer have shards left"
To the explanation, however, the air of relief spreads.
"And as for the traveler who gave us Ambrosia, rumors are circulating that he is our Class A pilot, Lord Reaper"
Blurring, rattling and rocking the chair sounds.
Waiting for it to quiet down, the Marquis continued.
"When I put out my use to Lord Reaper of Landburn, he said he didn't know what it was about. No one who met Lord Reaper saw anything unnatural at all."
Once there, breathe.
"So I was wondering if this was some sort of counter-insurgency. Between Your Majesty and Lord Reaper, the aim will be to strike a wedge."
The emperor laughs with his nose as he puts on his cheek wand.
"A presence with strong force in remote areas. I know the rest of you thought you'd be wary and suspicious, but it's shallow."
His trust in Reaper is unshakeable.
Being a person who does not want wealth or power is a true demonstration of previous achievements.
The Marquis checked the condition and went on with the words.
"It just seems certain that it was brought from the west. My guess is that those who fled Landburn to the King's Capital, one of them was in possession."
The only country west of the kingdom is the Empire. And the time to get Ambrosia is just after Borderline Uncle attacked Landburn.
Hearing the basis for the speculation, the emperor nodded.
"The muscles go through. Tell Uncle Borderline to search the realm."
The Marquis folds his hips deeply and lowers his hips quietly.
The emperor moved his gaze from the marquis to the side, above the lady of the middle-aged strained.
"How's the ghost knight Ghost Knight thing going, and how's it going since then?
The strained middle-aged woman's back shivered bickly and raised her nagging face.
Break the pilot's heart in exchange for mighty power. That's what I reported and scored, but it hasn't continued since.
"It was brilliant to discover the shortcomings of Ghost Knight in a short period of time. But with the kingdom, you can't leave it forever. We'll get over it someday."
Continued in a quiet tone, the words of the emperor.
"Are we going to be able to prepare for that? Money, people, whatever you want. Don't worry about it."
She in a position to head the blacksmith guild.
Standing up and bowing his head deeply did not speak out for any more budgets and personnel.
"The future of the Empire depends on what it does. Please."
Reply with a faint voice, a strained middle-aged woman. The complexion was closer to pale than white.
The stage moves eastward than the Imperial Capital to the King's Capital of the Kingdom.
It is a chic building with a white tone, built facing the boulevard of the pleasure district. It is Jaanne, one of the three houses of the Wang capital.
"Thanks for the info on the Imperial Agents during this time."
I'm interrupting a modem in the back of the first floor. And it's Mr. Cool sitting in front of you.
After the errand, he came to see his men's faces. By the way, errands are a reminder of when I will be able to meet with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"Really?"
His expression would not change beside him and he would look indifferent. But I know.
Mr. Cool is in a very good mood right now.
"Looks like the first thing, the fried water, is going on."
"... do you understand"
Mr. Cool says, with one hand on his cheek. Even if I dyed my cheeks while I was lying low, I think they are very colorful.
(But it's not unusual at all)
It's a waste to be beautiful.
Without realizing my thoughts like that, Mr. Cool tells me how he fried the water.
"Hey, mineral refinery."
The first person to hang on the net was the young man working there.
He squeezed the extraordinary allowance that came out recently and stepped into the finest whorehouse, he said.
(The Knight has been repairing and building for some time now.)
The refinery makes ingredients. I'm sure that performance must be soaring.
"Oh, dear, thank you."
Spookily, Mr. Cool laughs just with his eyes.
In a combined play with the concierge, he fished a bottle out of a crowd of guests.
"Only those who work at the refinery are offered a cheap first visit?
He had something to think about, and he suggested it to the young man.
The story spread quickly, and colleagues said they were visiting like day after day.
"For that amount, the concierge used to say yes."
"The store's share will remain the same."
Apparently, he's shredding his share.
"At that level of expense, I didn't know you could taste this much. It's just like a dream."
It breaks the faceless look and stares at the universe inadvertently.
Their first rate is unparalleled, and they get three people a day at many times.
(Classes call friends. No, does the first thing mean knowing the first thing?)
It is a brilliant measure.
(Nevertheless, I didn't know you were compensating for it rather than reducing the hands-on)
Facing a whorehouse is a hobby, not a job.
No, it could be living, or the very purpose of life.
I stare straight at what I want and keep walking without getting lost. That's Mr. Cool.
"Occasionally, we have different figs, but we won't have a choice."
They must be visiting the store for the first time, so they're dealing with each other without refusing.
Fee for getting the first item. That's what I'm thinking, so they say it's not a problem at all.
"But you're hungry for the young man's first thing, aren't you? Are you okay with that every day?"
I don't know how to add or subtract force, and I'm sure they can be treated quite abusively.
"Don't worry. Because I work out differently."
But Mr. Cool is plain.
I decided not to ask how I was working out. I don't look directly at the efforts of gentlemen and ladies.
"Besides, it's not just young people."
Mr. Cool brings a meaningful laugh to the edge of his mouth as he carries on the words.
"What?"
Leaking out of my mouth, mild surprise.
This world is full of sexual culture. Wangdu has everything from luxury whorehouses like your three houses to cheap stores run by wind clouds in the industry.
With exceptions like my grandfather's, we all thought we were going to graduate when we were young.
"Working in a refinery can also cause rough skin and stain chemical odors. The kinder you are, the more reluctant you are to women, and you seem to have handled it yourself."
"... I see"
If you ask me, I don't know.
Mr. Cool opens his mouth as he looks at me nodding his hand at his chin.
"The other day, I was in my mid-forties."
The thinner, fatter man with thinner hair, he wasn't confident in himself at all.
In front of a fancy beauty named Mr. Cool, she said that it was no longer far-fetched.
"She's already cute."
Makes a dreamy look, Mr. Cool.
Apparently, that's what set the maternal instincts and the hobbies on fire.
"I got strained,"
What floats is a beastly grin after eating a treat.
I have a bad feeling about them, and I want to see how they're doing. Then the answer was obvious, very unsatisfactory.
"You came at noon and you said you weren't conscious until closing?
A man's soul must have gone up somewhere.
"Are you all right?
When I lost in the Sacred Capital, I felt close to the imminent death experience.
I'm happy with that one, but what would have happened if I hadn't come back? A cold tremor ran on my spine.
"Yeah, probably"
Bad tooth cut response.
If you ask, you won't know because I left it to the concierge.
I exhale heavily.
"Isn't that the reverse version of the guy I banned from going in and out?
I left it to my desires to do too much, and put Teaching Light Patrol teacher to sleep for nearly a month.
With a suspicious smile, Mr. Cool turns around. That is the ace Phantom of the Dying Regiment, a horrible woman.
(Hmm?)
So, fu, I notice a little plant pot at the window.
Simple but expensive atmosphere. It caught my eye because nothing was planted.
"It's hers."
Mr. Cool says the exploded bottom sister is carrying it.
By the way, she's struggling to be a booker.
"Perhaps the fruit seeds you received the other day, that's what's planted"
It must be about Vintage.
Citrus fruits with refreshing acidity and good flavour, but also many species. I was also scattered in the garden in the previous world.
(I sprouted, but in the end, it never came to fruition)
It's not even a field, I just planted it on the ground. Now that I think about it, I should have taken care of him a little more.
"It's the first. Get ready, please."
At that time, with Knock, there is the voice of an apprentice concierge from across the door.
Across the street with the sleaze, Mr. Cool listens from the gap in the door.
I'll be there in a minute, and I'll reply and look back.
(Wow)
Reflectively, me behind every chair.
There were two three-day moons in Mr. Cool's eye position.
(What a nasty laugh)
No, another addition. There are also three days and months in the mouth position.
"Between your friends, they said you were here"
Mr. Cool laughs with pleasure when he dulls. No, this is already the first food (unicorn).
"I'm anxious to be alone, so I was wondering if you could deal with them both at the same time."
I had already guessed the answer, but I dare ask.
Naturally, Mr. Cool nodded.
"Of course it's ok"
And whirling and spinning, I leave the room.
"These are people in trouble. Really troubled people."
The repeating voice disappears into the hallway.
The voice seemed happy from the bottom of my heart.
(Too much attention)
I repeat to my heart the words I learned at the whorehouse.
Maybe soon she'll know what the word means.
(Experience of staining yourself. You wouldn't be able to do that if you didn't)
If you say anything extra right now, Mr. Cool could be rambling out.
From here on out, we have to grow on our own.
(Well, go home)
I'm still a while away, but I've also set a date with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
He can't see me right away because he's going to some kind of training.
I don't even think I need to train now, but I can say that it seems to be Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
(Still a study enthusiast)
The stokiness of polishing yourself is one of the charms of Teaching Inspector Light.
(Mm-hmm)
That's where the planting pot gets into my eyes.
I remember when the garden forest was littered with vintage seeds.
Imosuke asked to hang the D-rank potion at that time.
(All right, fertilizer substitute)
Make sure no one is there, activate the magic.
In the hand, a glass bottle with dark blue liquid. It's a D-rank disease medicine.
(Grow up fine)
Pour about a third of the bottle because the bowl is small, and drink the rest. And finger the surface that has become a little rough.
If this amount is in the D-rank, there will be no change like the herb has become a herb tree.
I left the break room quietly.
Once at home. Because the sun is still high, the families do not come to the front door to pick them up. I guess he's still in the garden forest.
I went out to the garden forest to see how things were going.
"Oh, my God, you look busy."
Imosuke, if you look at it, is rarely in a branch of a herbal tree. It's on a thorny evergreen tree, by the pond.
At the root, Dangolo was digging back into the soil.
"Stay."
"Much."
From each, such waves arrive.
This tree is Vintage. It seems rare in this world, and Imoske worked very hard to prepare the seeds.
But they don't end up planting seeds. Maintaining it also seems to be laborious.
"If you don't take good care of it, won't the flowers bloom"
On the contrary, they say leaves fall and become round boys.
Vintage is my favorite. I am happy to be eaten, but it seems to be overburdened.
"I'm sorry."
I feel sorry for myself and the words speak naturally.
"Tamabu"
"I'd love to."
He's glad I'm happy. Just a little behind my nose becomes a twinge.
Thank you, you guys.
When he lowered his back to the ground, he looked at the two working people.
(Explosion Dressed Bottom Sister's bowl. I tried to hang the potion but it seems difficult to grow up)
Two plant masters. Even with Imosuke and Dangolo, here's the thing.
I don't know how familiar I am with the talented women of the Royal School of Magic, but it's hard to think of them as more than spiritual beasts.
(When you can't, you have to give up)
I shrugged my shoulder, and I decided to cut it off.
There is a presence that stares at one and two of them from within the pond. It is the turtle, Zaratan, entrusted with the management of the pond in the garden forest.
(Colega Reason Ca)
Quietly blink both eyes.
The cause of Ambrosia's disappearance from the Spirit Forest. I thought I figured that out.
Zaratan, in particular, watches the dangouts.
(Hotondo, Seeing Kenakunatta)
Around the Spirit Lake. I used to feel like I was roaming the ground. But since when, he's disappeared.
(soil attribute no spiritual beast)
Reminds me of the properties of the dandruff, slowly opening and closing the eyelids.
(Cono Presence Ga, Essential Nanodana)
A land full of magic, a forest of spirits. And I am proud to have maintained the water quality of the lake high.
But still, Ambrosia did not bear fruit, but diminished in number, and eventually disappeared.
(Nazeda?)
Even if it wasn't Zaratan, I would have thought so.
Now I know. There was a lack of soil nourishment.
(Ano status Nara, Kit Maternal)
His eyes narrowed satisfactorily, and Zarathan sank his face into the water.