Spirit forest extending into the northern part of the Ost continent.
A wooden building set in a world tree that rises to its center.
There was now a meeting in that high elf hall.
"They opened the gates of Heaven?" That's for people, too!
High Elves screaming.
Elf woman merchant sent to Landburn to explore Ambrosia.
Or he was torn by Reaper and opened the gates of Heaven.
The report was received earlier in a letter.
"What are you doing! The elves are dirty."
Rough meeting room.
A fat high elf, who was still bringing calm, stretches his hand up to speak.
"If the Gate of Heaven (Havensgate) had opened, you would have earned the title. And spiritual beasts. What title did you get and what spiritual beast did you summon?
The chancellor holds the letter and shakes his neck left and right.
"That's what I don't know."
"Don't know?
"When they opened the gates of Heaven, they lost consciousness. And when I realized it, it was thrown out there."
The chancellor who puts his arms together and closes his eyes and creates a tannic surface.
A high elf, lean as a dead tree, screams as he glances at it.
"What a useless, no, harmless woman! I feel sorry for calling and punishing you!
The chancellor glanced further at his face and stunned.
"It hurts to have the title out. But I can't get that far. We're the ones who asked for the investigation."
"What's Us! Whether it's you."
The chancellor distorts his face to the word and looks for words to say back.
At that time, the head of the Spirit Exploration squad raised his hand.
I guess you didn't think the story would go on like this. Open your mouth with an unscrupulous expression.
"There has been progress in the investigation. I want you to listen to me first."
In that word, the high elf, lean as a dead tree, also lowers his floating hips.
For the slightest remaining reason whispered, 'We should listen'.
The same seemed to be true for the other high elves, and the meeting room began to quiet down gradually.
"The concentration of magic near Landburn was increasing recently."
Ringing his fingers, for a moment the magic formation glows and disappears, and shortly afterwards a large map rises onto the table.
"When we conducted scrutiny by the Spirit of the Wind, we found magic leaking out of the surface. This is the place."
Reach out and draw an X on one point of the map with the pen you had.
It was the wilderness to the southeast of Landburn, and how to go south of Awok.
"And the other day, the ground in this place was extensively sunk. Thank you. There was a big cavity in the basement."
The holes that were born were large, about a thousand meters in diameter and more than five hundred meters in depth, he said.
The high elves swerve around the table.
"With the magic and shock waves that blew up in that time and space, most of the spirits blew up. You guys would have felt it, wouldn't you?
Some high elves give a convincing look, and the majority look uninteresting.
It is usual for a spiritual exploration squad leader to say things from above. But getting used to it isn't pleasant.
"What's the cause?
A fat high elf asks, staring at the map.
"The magic comes from a vein that runs deep underground. It's rare, but it must have come up along a crack or something in the formation."
High Elves listening long.
"Both golems are responsible for the collapse. These guys, drawn to the smell of magic, ate the soil and rocks around them and they erupted."
So I look disgusted, the head of the Spirit Exploration squad. The golem of earthly attributes is incompatible with the spirits of his manipulative wind.
"The basement was devoured and a large space was created. I couldn't support the ground anymore, and the lid fell. That would be the place."
That's it, cut the word.
Then he succeeds and opens his mouth as the chancellor lays his hand on his chin.
"Empire, Landburn, Ambrosia. Given all this, it's natural to see some connection to this big hole."
Again, a meeting room that starts to blur.
The existence of underground lakes and Zaratan are also addressed.
But it calmed me down because it was a bad idea. It took a great deal of time for the great spiritual beast, two hundred meters long, to be satisfied with the breadth, that it was in the earth.
"Another world tree, will that also be entangled here?
To one high-elf question, the chancellor makes a difficult look.
"The world tree prefers light, wind and water. It is rooted in the earth, but there must be no example of it growing in the earth."
Elf's Unfavorite, World in the Soil.
I didn't want to think about it, such as having a world tree that grows like mushrooms there.
"You need more research."
While another person speaks, he sees the head of the Spirit Exploration squad. The silent high elf sent his gaze made a deep vertical wax between his eyebrows.
"Too many golems. I don't like spirits and don't go down to the bottom. I can't investigate any more."
High Elves looking at each other and exchanging words.
Turning to the head of the Spirit Exploration squad, he asks for his views.
"Do you think people realize that?
"That's all the flashy ground has fallen. Though the wilderness is uninhabited, you can't fail to notice"
To that answer, everyone's expression adds to the risk.
"If you can't let the Spirit turn to you, how do you find out?
"Visit the site and check visually."
Views were then exchanged and approximate agreements began to take shape.
Looking at the time, the chairman declares.
"Send knights to investigate big holes"
I have no objection.
"The number is five horsemen. Everything goes in B"
Hearing it, the fat high elf looked with one hand.
"Class B, not C? This is it. We have to get it out."
Meanwhile, the old man, lean as a dead tree, snarls his nose in dissatisfaction.
"You're not exaggerating, even though you're not dropping the country"
The chancellor sends an uncomfortable gaze, but does not open his mouth.
I didn't think I could deal with him, such as a bungalow that was going to stick around.
"Okay, everybody, okay?
Skinny old man like a dead tree and a few others, turn sideways. But the majority nodded.
World trees, Ambrosia, and Zaratan. Both are critical projects related to the future of the Elves.
If it were the sensitivity of the people, they would have sent a class A knight, whether it was an investigation or not.
But in the elves, the circumstances are different.
The Class A Knight pilot is a high elf. And they didn't feel like going outside.
"As soon as you're ready, let it advance."
The high elves who head the Knights snort.
To the territory of the people, dispatch of the Elf Knight. It was the first time since the Spirit Forest War.
Around the same time, Affordable Lodging on the corner of Wangdu's pleasure district.
"I see. Is there a big hole south of Awok and a massive golem gushing?"
Rental accommodation that is likely to collapse even now. In that one room, Grandpa Goblin shrugs.
On the bed in front of her, an elderly traveling woman fell into depression, exhaling roughly.
Shortly after enjoying the joy of a woman to blame like Grandpa Goblin's machine gun.
There's so much excitement and aftertaste, I can't move.
"Precious information. Keep asking."
That's what Grandpa Goblin says, he takes it back to the old woman's skinny ass.
And he moved hard, blaming it on blame.
Grandpa Goblin pours more into the vessels poured to the limit.
The old woman wept with joy and thanked her for getting this information and for the good fortune she had been told earlier than anyone else.
(with plenty of comfort)
This little old man, similar to Goblin, is guild leader in the Kingdom Merchant Guild.
And the old woman who crawls and groans on all fours, is part of his network.
Women who are no longer spoiled by men because of their age, appearance, and a variety of other factors.
Grandpa Goblin has given them enough satisfaction to white-eyed.
"I'll do anything! I'll do anything, more, more!
A shallow old woman who keeps wanting to say she's just reached it. Who keeps dripping from the edge of his mouth?
Grandpa Goblin behind him adds strength to his movements as much as he wants.
"Whoa, whoa!
An old woman who goes upside down with a scream and turns her eyes upwards with Grung.
What they want is this feeling of being loved.
He gathers information desperately for it and rushes to the head of the Alliance.
This is why the old woman and the guild leader are bumping into each other in Affordable Lodging.
Late in the night a few days later, the mountain "Yamaai" in the northern part of the Empire.
A Grade B knight of five horsemen, who walks like sewing the land.
Delicate silvercraft decoration, applied to armor painted in green and white. That, from time to time, reflected and twinkled the stars.
What is characteristic is that they are all progressing by the wind magic that erupts from the legs.
Kingdom Merchant Guild Knight, the same mobility law that the old lady "Old Lady" specializes in.
(There are no people around)
A knight who moves on as he rhythmically sinks his knees, like a spinning competition for skiing.
In the leading cockpit, the long-eared pilot muttered.
He has his hair up like a host and his chest open to the point where he shows off his abs. And glowing at the neck is a gold necklace.
(For this minute, don't wear it in days)
Between the Spirit Forest and Landburn, the territory of the empire and kingdom extends. For this reason, he avoided the eyes of the people by proceeding through the wilderness at night.
The course is similar to Heavy Lancer, a heavy horseback riding aimed at the Wang capital, probably because it has the same purpose.
(People's knights can't travel long distances with wind magic either)
The pilot of the man elf laughs with his muscular high nose.
(The knight of the fig is a handicap. As long as you give me permission, you will destroy it.)
But the order given is an investigation.
Except in the event of encounters on the ground, the return combat is rigorously avoided.
(Fair enough, I hear there are many golems in the big hole. defeat appropriately and clear up even worries)
When you laugh at your mouth, you pour magic into the knight.
The wind from the legs increased strength and further accelerated the knight.
The stage moves from the mountainous areas of the northern part of the Empire, far south, to Landburn.
Until recently, this regional city was a kingdom. However, as a result of the battle, it has been incorporated into the territory of the Empire and is no longer the capital of the Borderline Uncle.
And a report came in from a border guard soldier under the lord's border uncle.
"The ground has fallen and a giant hole has appeared?
A bald middle-aged man sitting in a chair asks his men back.
"The location is southeast of Landburn. No, you'd better describe it as south of Awok."
scattered rocks and debris on the exposed earth of the rock beds. Neither kingdom nor empire has reached out because it is a barren place.
Previously, anyway, now that Landburn has become an imperial territory, it was an unspeakable place in either territory.
"Is it a land with no residents and no value for use?
Even if you get barren land, you'll just be taken care of by security.
Borderline uncles who think so do not have the will to expand their territory any further.
"Unless it's a defensive advantage."
Ask me where it is, and I'm losing interest, Borderline Uncle.
Handlebeard to such a boss carries on the words as he reads the report.
"Inside the hole, they see the stone golem,"
"Hmm?"
How much the expression changes.
Stonegolem is a powerful warcraft, but it is of high utility value. Because it is a precious mass of mineral resources.
"Around the hole, they say, there's so much magic leaking out there that it turns back. According to the investigators, in the depths, there are also stone golems, Hevistone golems, and possibly metal golems."
A handkerchief who bends his mouth to a letter to him and wipes where he is uncertain whether it is his forehead or his head.
After much thought, I slowly open my mouth.
"It's a threat to those around us, but it's also a wonderful and valuable mineral resource."
If it is also a heavy stone golem, it contains many minerals that can only be taken deep in the ground.
It's a piece of rare metal, like metal golem.
"The creation of promising mines in our territory. Um, send a knight right away."
And leak your feelings to the steering wheel beard beside you.
"His Majesty ordered us to keep the exploration of the surrounding area secret. You've come in handy in unexpected ways."
You're a left-handed man, a nodding handle beard.
That's when the man in black looked back at the view outside by the window.
Long cat-backed, skinny man. It is Reaper.
"If you like, I'd like to join myself"
Uncle Borderline's eyes open wide to the offer.
"No, it's not a very Reaper project."
Reaper and Borderline Uncle.
There are significant differences in personnel and territory that can be moved, but they are almost identical in status.
I am staying in the Borderline Uncle Territory, but my immediate supervisor is an emperor and not under the command of Borderline Uncle.
"My body's gone."
Ghost Knight and I don't see any movement.
And Landburn is manned by Rose Knights, a rose knighthood that rings with vigour.
To be honest, I was very free.
"For that reason, may I ask"
A murderous man who snorts quietly.
Immediately a dispatch unit was formed into the Great Hole.
On a Class A Horse of Reapers, there are two Horsemen of the Border Knights Class B.
The knights of the three horsemen form a row and walk out to the southeast.
In the streets the merchants gave way, waving at the knights.