Landburn, the city at the forefront of the empire, in the west of the Wang capital.
The office overlooks the square in the centre to the south. There were executives gathered there, starting with the lord, Borderline Uncle.
"Is it Ghost Knight!
To the explanation of Reaper, a bald middle-aged man, a frontier uncle, raises a voice of surprise.
Handlebeard on Uncle Rosehip, they feel the same way. I wasn't expecting to encounter Ghost Knight in such a wilderness.
"And the five horsemen?
Wipe the sweat that erupted in your face or head with a towel. The shock was enormous because I assumed it was a one-horse ride.
At the same time, this means that Reaper has dealt with multiple powerful Ranged Attack Magic users on his own.
Good. You're safe.
Uncle Borderline has nothing but admiration.
Successfully defeated Ghost Knight, the Ghost Knight of the Five Horsemen. Besides, he is bringing back the border knights who accompanied him, both horsemen safely.
(In the Knights of the Borders Class B, you can beat the Ghost Knight)
Although under his own control, Uncle Borderline thinks so. And it was true, too.
To praise from the lord, Reaper shrugs his shoulders.
"If it were just me, I would have died. Thanks to another ride."
"Another ride?
The reaper continues to nod to the borderline uncle.
After knocking one down by accident, he said he continued to be unilaterally shredded by magic attacks.
"Exactly then, I was ready to die"
A reaper who remembers and brings a dark grin to the edge of his mouth.
What overshadowed the desperate situation was the magic of a single attack unleashed from the absence of Kako. This led to the shooting down of a single Ghost Knight.
The arrow of white light continues, with one more horse blowing his head off and falling off.
"Break the gap between upset opponents and destroy a single ride yourself. And I crawled up to the ground."
He said he was stunned by the landscape he saw there.
An arrow of light (magic missile) emitted uninterrupted from the top of a rocky mountain, and Ghost Knight, a ghost knight fleeing around while drawing S-shapes.
From the eyes of Reaper, I can't afford Ghost Knight. He said he ran off hard and disappeared to the north.
"Next I felt that way. But."
So cut the words and shake your head small to the left and right.
"The opponent went down behind Rock Mountain. I haven't seen him, and I don't know what he's after."
He wanted to confirm his identity but had no leeway and returned as he was.
That was the explanation for Reaper.
"Was the Ghost Knight painted green and white and decorated with silver?"
A magnificent man with short gray hair, roaring with his hands on his chin.
He has a muscular figure that is not suitable for his age.
"You don't know such a knight."
Uncle Rosehip, who leads the Rose Knights, is naturally familiar with the knights. If this man with short gray hair doesn't know, he can't be the official knight.
To him twisting his thick neck, Reaper added an explanation.
"Though I called myself Ghost Knight, I'm not absolutely sure. The reason is aggression."
An intriguing light in my eyes, Uncle Rosehip. Keep the word going as you watch it.
"I took a few shots, but it wasn't like crushing a Grade A knight with one blow. I don't think he's the same opponent as the knight who attacked the Expeditionary Army."
An Imperial Expeditionary Army led by the Marquis, aiming to attack Awok. He has lost two horsemen of Class A knights in a magical attack from a distance and has been forced to retreat.
Set aside for a moment, Uncle Rosehip expressed his views.
"Isn't it a model that lowered output and increased stability? Alternatively, an improved model of experimental rides held by merchant guilds"
I see, with the expression, the air of convincing spreads to the ground.
"Then a hidden ride. Would it be better to show off an overwhelming magic attack?
Grey-haired short-haired big man answering a civilian question with a handle shaped beard.
"It's possible. But what I don't know in that case is why the Ghost Knight shot each other. And why I missed Lord Reaper."
"Didn't we go crazy and argue with each other?
Borderline uncle, who was listening in addition to the story, nodded in agreement with the words of the handle beard.
"Ghost Knight is unstable and sometimes crazy"
That's what I saw in the Empire. In fact, in the Landburn tournament, the Kingdom Flag Rider 'Boxed Daughter' is attacking the Kingdom Knight, an ally.
But Reaper denies digging a ditch between his eyebrows.
"I felt a clear willingness to act. I don't think it's due to madness or the end of a rampage."
With no one's mouth open, only the sound of the clock moving echoes in the room. Borderline uncle moved his head like a pendulum, reflecting the lighting blindly.
"If the hidden knight is a kingdom knight, he should shoot Lord Reaper. Whether it's under a truce or not, the place is out of the country, and you haven't been seen."
Listen to your boss's monologue and open your mouth for the steering wheel beard to sort out the situation.
"Ghost Knight is the knight of the kingdom, and the mysterious knight hostile to it"
Fold your fingers and carry on the words.
"If it is, then the mysterious knight cannot be the original Ghost Knight. On the contrary, it can be considered the enemy of the kingdom. It could be close to us."
Uncle Rosehip has an unconvincing look. Put your thick arms together and slap yourself in the arm with your fingers.
"Don't get lost. As far as I'm concerned, I can't abandon the possibility of being original."
So I turn my neck and make a cockroach noise.
"But if you look at the results, Lord Reaper is under cover. Whether it's on your side or not, it's not the enemy for now, is it?"
Close your eyes and exhale, Uncle Rosehip. I guess this area is where he drops it.
Borderline uncle, who sees his opinions come together, bites the reaper.
"Did you not get any physical evidence"
I am the lord here, but my position within the empire is reciprocal. Nature and tone are different from those of the others.
Reapers shrug their shoulders small.
"Sorry, I couldn't afford that. It was Setouchi to see if he could survive."
No one is to blame for that. If you can't do it with Reaper, there's no such thing as a possible man.
Reaper with his hands on his thin jaw so that he remembers something. Put aside a few moments to continue the words.
"Ghost Knight, a fallen ghost knight, had been bitten by the Golem and was beginning to be eaten. But all they eat is stone. Maybe there's leftovers."
The knight's main ingredient is minerals. However, trees, cloths, skins, etc. are often used around the cockpit.
None of them are mineral-based golems.
To everyone's face, understanding and expectations spread.
"If that's the case, I'll go next."
Uncle Rosehip declares, chest big.
"With the total strength of the Rose Knights, we will deal with the Golem. Even if ghost knight Ghost Knight shows up, you can fight it in numbers."
Raid with a big shield before all rides are shot down. Crush the distance with the power of numbers.
If you're a detuned ghost knight, Ghost Night, there's nothing you can't do.
"Should I bet here to see"
To that claim, a frontier uncle who decides to be ready.
I have anxiety. The remaining Ghost Knight numbers and the position of the mysterious Knight are unknown. But doing nothing is also bad again.
Confirming his boss would acknowledge, Uncle Rosehip turned to Reaper.
"I'll take care of Landburn's protection. I'll take care of it while it's being repaired, thank you."
Reapers nodding their thin, pointy jaws.
"I understand. It wasn't decided that there would be an immediate enemy attack. While we wait, the knight will heal."
A Grade A Knight of Reapers, damaged by Ghost Knight.
Currently resting in a curing magic formation in the hangar, in the middle of self-repair.
Just a paragraph after the policy was decided, Borderline Uncle exhales heavily.
"The kingdom and the competitors of the birth race. Until now, that's all I wish I had thought about."
It's a hassle, and I distort my face reluctantly.
To that appearance, a grinning Uncle Rosehip. The recognition is the same, but the way it is taken is slightly different.
"Isn't that funny, let's think your arms squeal. Some of you must be jealous of us here at this time."
In a powerful tone, Uncle Borderline also smiled small.
I don't have a chance to test my powers. There are undoubtedly those like themselves who once were.
If the then Crown Prince hadn't found me, I would still be a civilian. And in the corner of the city, I should have kept tickling with stupidity.
"I don't know, you seemed to be in protective custody"
Revitalize at once and speak loudly.
"Let's make a big deal of it here, and we'll do it soon, but on the Imperial Chancellor's seat."
And at the inauguration, let your rival, the Marquis, read the congratulations for a long time.
All things, a tall marquis with no gaps in standing and behaving.
That hides the humiliation, while also stating words of celebration that are not in your heart. I just imagined it, wouldn't it make my mind float?
"I was born in those times full of turmoil and I wanted to test my powers. In future generations, that's the time to be told."
Let's think so.
Other than Reaper laughs at Uncle Borderline's words.
No, if you look closely, the end of Reaper's mouth was also slightly distorted.
Here the stage moves to the east, to the Wang capital.
Merchant Guild Headquarters, built facing Central Square. On the top floor of the building, the Guild Leader's Office had a different atmosphere.
"To Reaper, that you're an unidentified knight?
A small old man, very similar to a goblin, jumps up a single eyebrow in an oversized chair.
Though I headed for the big hole in search of mineral resources, I defiantly pulled it off.
After speaking to the herbivore, he took him up and came to report quickly.
"A Grade B knight painted green and white with silvercraft embellishments all over the place"
I stand, gesture and explain.
Guild lengths arm themselves and roar loudly.
"I can't help but think about Reaper. He can't do that."
Sigh gently there.
"The Empire has noticed the presence of the Great Hole. I was hit by that ear speed this time."
Rarely, it puts a sense of defeat in his face.
A team of adventurers who were keeping Awok on standby to collect the golem. The cost of it has also been wasted.
"But green and white knights. Besides, Tauro fights a lot like you."
Grandpa Goblin shares his gaze with the Santa Claus deputy guild chief sitting on the couch.
He didn't realize it, and Santa Claus shook his head left and right small.
"Hmm."
Alliance length that arms together and creates a tannic surface. That gaze turns to the grass mechanic standing next to me.
Opinion from a technical point of view, that seems to be what I want.
"The unidentified rider used the wand Rifle as his main weapon and was a battle method that used a lot of long-range attack magic"
Understood herbivore mechanics speak their own views.
"We continue to use the wind magic of the legs even on the move."
Same as my hover move.
This crushed the old lady Old Lady's superiority due to her mobility.
"What these show is the unusual amount of magic the pilot has to ask."
Nodding Grandpa Goblin and Santa Claus. I'm a little restless because so am I myself.
"Technologies that have made it multiple times more efficient are excluded. Because it seems unlikely."
The three of you, including me, listen in silence.
"Rich amount of magic, and high ability to manipulate magic, which can be moved by wind magic without breaking posture. Five pilots with these together. To think of it as an outstanding individual, there are too many. It should be seen as some kind of force."
A hazy surprise comes to mind in the face of the herbivore who went on to do so. He looked a little lost, but kept the word going.
"If you think about it in terms of its racial characteristics, it seems likely that it's an elf"
I haven't spoken of the possibility of being an elf yet. Because I didn't want you to be preconceived.
And the rationale is only my impression. "The knight's design resembled that of an elf-branded bag."
But the herbivore came to an elf with his own pile. I would say that the certainty has increased.
"I see."
But I've never heard of an elf knight or a pilot.
Guild Leader and Deputy Guild Leader to give an opinion.
"I didn't have to, so maybe I just didn't show up. They're secretive."
"It is true that the characteristics required of a pilot are prepared as a race."
An exciting conversation between the two grandfathers.
Approximately, the herbivore mechanic is whining about bumps.
"Assuming -, Tsuji fits"
Guru and I can turn this way, the face of a herbivore mechanic. He opened his eyes wide and then opened his mouth round and looked at me.
"... right"
What makes it so?
While I have a bad feeling, I stare back at the herbivore, too.
And when he turned away, he lost, and he felt so.
"Guild Leader! Deputy guild leader! Listen."
Grandfathers looking at something and this one, aloud similar to a scream.
"Finally, I finally get it. Why is Mr. Tauro special?"
(Hold the cheat from the stone statue, did it split?
For a moment, a stopping heart. But there's nothing in the current flow that would lead us there.
(What do you mean?
I'm silent, waiting for the next word.
The grass mechanic points at me and screams.
"Oh, my God, Mr. Tauro was an elf!
Quiet back guild length room.
Grandpa Goblin looked at me shiatsu.
"... not very elf-like"
"It could be half!
To that word, Santa Claus frowning at the root.
"I know half an elf, but more externally, it feels cool."
A tough view of my looks is flying, but I can't help it.
What I don't understand is why a herbivore mechanic has arrived at such a conclusion.
"To this amount of magic, this ability to manipulate magic, I can't think of anything else!
A grass-fed mechanic who doesn't get consent and sounds golden.
I was somewhat convinced.
(Data supremacy)
Danced by numbers, losing sight of reality.
Otherwise you'll know at a glance. I don't know what to say myself, but I don't have an elf element.
"Some elves have changed."
Grandpa Goblin jumped off an oversized chair, and he follows me with his pen butt.
Santa Claus shook her head left and right, sighing.
"Now Elves and I will have had a hard time. I'm sorry."
I don't know what I feel sorry for, but I only know what they say that's rude.
"I'm sorry, I was just kidding."
Taking my rugged gaze, Santa Claus apologized as she shrugged her shoulders.
Grandpa Goblin, on the other hand, was laughing backwards.
"I assure you, Tauro, that you have not drawn the blood of an elf. The smell and the atmosphere are good. I don't have any elves like this."
To that explanation, the herbivore's tension drops at right angles.
"If the guild chief says so, does he?"
I'm pretty sure I'm not an elf. But when I'm convinced by the explanation now, that makes me feel subtle.
"Then let's assume the green and white knight belongs to the elf and move on"
Santa Claus slaps his hands on the bread and undoes the story of a huge derailment.
"The question is, why did the elves send knights into the big hole?"
What do you say? and Santa Claus looking at me.
(Difficult question)
That land is far from the forest of the Spirit, and there is no tree or water of Elf's choice. It's a rough place with just rocks and debris.
"Recently, the price of mineral resources has risen dramatically, so I tried to develop mines directly."
Although I have spoken, I am not convinced myself.
"The place is too far to maintain. It seems they better let the people develop and wait for the value to drop"
I agree with that opinion.
(So, for what?)
I've tried replacing myself with an elf, but I don't know why I show up over there.
We were all worried for a while, but no one could find an answer like that.
"This is not on hold."
The guild leader exhales unfortunately.
"We have to give up the mineral resources of the Great Hole. Empire, elf, it's too dangerous to get your hands on."
Everyone, it's time to shake their heads vertically.
It's not the kind of problem you can deal with in a single country's guild.
The meeting was held there.