Spirit forest extending into the northern part of the Ost continent.
At the foot of the world tree that stands in the heart of the forest, there is an elf inside.
A high elf hall set on the trunk of the world tree to look down inside. Now there, the news of the shock jumped in.
"In the big hole in the south, there was an elf!
The high elves scream.
The knights who sent them out were five horsemen, all in B grade. If you are a human opponent, it is a force that can also cause a medium-sized country to fall.
But only one horse came back.
What the returning pilot said was terrible.
"I ran into a reaper who was coming to the big hole. I scraped off well, but the captain's ride was targeted from behind."
An unusual looking pilot, squeezing out his voice. It's definitely due to fatigue and hard work.
"With the assault magic and the pinch of Reaper pouring from a distance, all but himself are destroyed. We had to bring the information back, and that's all we wanted to do."
Place one knee on the floor and drool your head deep.
"... how many rides did you get hit?
"Huh?"
The voice of the chairman who was pushed to death low. The pilot listens back because it was obscure.
The chancellor raised his voice to exasperate a single eyebrow and asked again.
"How many knights did the Empire bring together to carry out a magical attack?
Understood the pilot's face is distorted into pain.
The profession of pilot is an elite among the elves. The intelligent, cool-eyed and confident atmosphere made even the elf woman stand still.
But now, there was no shadow of him ten days ago.
"... it's a ride"
"What?"
"We were lurking there near the top of a rocky mountain near the Great Hole. That's why we don't see him. But the number is definitely one."
The chancellor deepens the frown wrinkles.
Ask overlapping, staring into the pilot's eyes.
"With Reaper and another horseman, you mean our Elf knights were destroyed?
With a ready look, the pilot lifts his jaw and looks back at him from the front.
Nod deeply and utter words.
"The distance, the power of that magic attack, the amount of magic that keeps firing at it. I didn't really think of myself as a high elf."
Quiet back meeting room.
It was the two of them whose expressions moved. One is a fat high elf.
He has his mouth and eyes wide open, as if struck by a lightning strike. All sorts of things fell to my heart.
(The young tree of the world tree that grew up in the absence of Koka. that took away the status of the next world tree)
A turbulence of thought swirls through the brain, as if it had cut a weir.
Why couldn't we have noticed the young tree or found it again? High Elves are the custodians of the world tree.)
With all these hands exhausted, the actual matter has not yet been confirmed. The calculation of the magic balance of payments only confirms existence.
(If there is a high elf behind it, it can be explained. We must have proceeded with caution so that we wouldn't notice)
High elves are not the names of the species.
This is a title. Elves that meet certain conditions, such as magic and magic technology, are appointed by the Magi Karta, the Great Charter.
"Magi Karta, the Great Charter"
It's a constraint magic created by the elves in far ancient times. While receiving a supply of magic from the world tree, it continues to cover and operate the world today.
There are two roles.
One is to keep the number of world trees in a single bottle. And the other is to limit the management of the world tree to "holding the title".
(The monopoly of the New World Tree, aimed at replacing the World Tree. If this succeeds, the elves in the Spirit Forest will decline)
That's for sure.
(The next era will be the one on the side that took control of the world tree)
The world tree is the source of magic in this world.
If the Elves are with each other, the side that dominates the world tree is bound to win.
(Then the situation yesterday, where all this bad information continues. Is that all that high elf plotted?)
Vitality that is being lost from the Spirit Forest, the missing Zaratan. Plus the Ellixar manufacturing technology that people got, and Ambrosia.
In my own imagination, a fat high elf that freezes my spine. In that front seat was the other one who moved his expression.
It is a high elf lean as a dead tree.
"The fool!
An old man who was furious and stood up with his hands slamming his desk. And as emotional as it is, slap the words on to the pilot.
"Elves? And you said it was high elves? There can be no such thing as our unknown high elves. Will you burn me with the magic of fire, the mouth that drools its silliness!
While talking, bang and tap your desk with both hands.
The chancellor looked at the condition and blamed it with a harsh voice.
"I will not forgive those who risked their lives to bring back information."
But the high elf, lean as a dead tree, does not shut his mouth.
"I'm not just trying to punish a fool for being ridiculous! In the first place, he's not the kind of guy who's gonna lose four precious knights!
"It's not just his fault. It's our responsibility, too."
"Not us! It's your fault."
In front of the two yelling, the fat high elves flaunt their faces. Conferences always stall because of the high elves that have lost weight like dead trees.
(Why did the Magi Karta, the Great Charter, appoint such a person as a high elf)
An old man who is stirred up by an old woman next door, lean like a dead tree that widens his nostrils and boosts his temper.
I always distract myself from the barren cursing of my chest with the questions I think. As I kept looking, I couldn't stand it.
(The Elves are in danger, is that consciousness?
Balloons of endurance that keep swelling. If you're holding it down somehow, the shadow of a man on one knee with a fuzz in his sight.
The pilot who came to report it looked down without a single defense, even as he was cursed.
Its appearance becomes a pointed shard, scratching a balloon full of rips. The fat high elf finally exploded.
"Shut up. Yeah!
Big scream from the bottom of the belly.
Turning indoor high elf faces. I can't stop the fat high elf rage with that in my eyes.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up.
His face turns bright red and he stands up breathing on his shoulders. Those eyes remain sharply pierced by a skinny high elf like a dead tree.
"Why don't you know? High elves in the shadow of the world tree, so there will be a great deal!
Some people who show a bare gesture of thinking and those who snort twice as hard at it.
"I overlapped this much investigation by the Spirit and thought over and over again. Still, I don't know because someone comparable to us was moving!
Arm up and snort deeply, squad leader of Spirit Exploration.
But I'm not convinced of a high elf as skinny as a dead tree.
"You're not the one! No such thing as our unknown high elves! Or something? You think there's a traitor in us?
Skew your face and skip the tweezers.
Next door, an old pharmacist screamed at herself, horrible.
It is the Magi Karta, the grand charter, that appoints the High Elf. Every time the roster was updated, it was supposed to be for everyone here.
"That's not what I'm saying. But have you forgotten? Even if you don't get an appointment, you have to be more qualified than a high elf."
A high elf as skinny as a dead tree also pushes silence to this inquiry.
A little later, a high elf groaned.
"... royalty"
Nodding fat high elves.
The Elves now have a council system by the High Elves. Once, however, it was a sole proprietorship by the royal family.
With a deep vertical wrinkle engraved between his eyebrows, the chancellor asks in a slightly confused tone.
"But wasn't the royalty losing their lives during the revolution?
"I never got away with it alone. Speaker, can you say all that?
It is cut back and deepens the wrinkles even further. And I shrugged.
"I can't say for sure, it was a long time ago for us."
Descendants of survivors, or in person. If you are from a family that conveys the strong magic of royalty, it is also possible that you have gained a life expectancy of more than high elves.
Arm up and start circling your thoughts, Chancellor.
After a while, he opened his eyes, which had been closed, and spoke to everyone.
"In this case, there is a good chance that someone equivalent to a high elf is pulling a thread behind it. Then its purpose will be the monopoly of the next generation of the world tree."
That's the same view fat high elves got there.
Shortly after receiving the pilot's report, the hustle and bustle has passed from the conference room.
The high elf, lean as a dead tree, also sat in his seat now poking a single elbow.
"Then there are two things we should do."
Long fingers that were saved, the chancellor stands up for one of them.
"The first step is to capture the equivalent of a high elf. I don't care about life or death."
Add one more finger.
"The other is preparing for war with the Empire. I wonder if the Empire is under the influence of that person"
"On what grounds?
In response to a question from a high elf, the chancellor answers.
"The empire has grown rapidly in the last few decades. If the High Elves are helping you out back there, that would be natural."
The high elves that make you look at your face and nod.
"The Power of the Contemporary Emperor", rather than "The Help of Our Excellent Elves", was more convincing.
"Who is equivalent to a high elf, can you ask for that search?
Asked by the chancellor, the fat high elf nods loudly. That's what I said, no.
Confirming that, the chancellor shifts his gaze to a lean high elf like a dead tree.
"The Knights' expedition, are you ready for that?
Coming here to begin, the high elf, lean as a dead tree, showed the chancellor what seemed favorable.
I laugh with a nibble, I nod my tongue.
"Who are you talking to? I am the Knight Commander of the flourishing Elf Knights."
The chancellor turns off his expression and stares chilly.
He doesn't like this guy. But I have no choice but to be elected on a collegial basis.
The best thing about his arms as a pilot is that he is as skinny as this dead tree.
"That's it."
Everyone rose to the word.
The stage moves from the inside of the elves to the wilderness far south, south of Awok.
There is the appearance of Uncle Rosehip's Class A knight, who takes on more than ten knights.
"Uhm."
Black knights keep pace as they build beautiful two-row columns and pull their luggage at the rear. Seeing that, Uncle Rosehip nods contentedly.
Rose Knights, a rose knighthood that reduced the number at the Landburn match and temporarily interrupted ten horsemen.
Fortunately, the pilot is less worn and is now restoring a constant through replenishment.
"Here."
In front of a giant hole, knights to stop.
As we talked about, there were many golems under my eyes.
"I don't think you're out on the surface yet."
Hmm, and snorts, and carries on the words.
It is valuable as a mineral resource, but falls into a powerful category as a warcraft. Craigolem, anyway, needed a knight to crusade the stone golem.
"Are there any rides around?
Switch to external audio and check with subordinates. The first thing that matters is this.
Soon after arrival, the knights were scattered around to explore how things were going. Gestures are conveyed from all places that they are not there.
(Hmm, did Ghost Knight walk away)
Even as I think about it that way, I look around with my own eyes. Pay attention to the big rocks on the north side in particular, but I didn't feel any signs.
We waited a long time, but we couldn't confirm the existence of the enemy.
(Then try to get off)
Face the big hole, uncle rosehip knight.
I guess the bottom is more comfortable. Strong stone golem figure, deep position.
The weak craigolem that keeps you away from the lower layers is the shallow one.
"Half stay and guard your surroundings. The others are descending. Let's go! '
Rosehip uncle who gives instructions with external audio and cuts ahead.
Rose-patterned knights continue on the black ground as they raise their voices when they are grand.
They slipped down the slopes with an excellent sense of balance and arrived in the flat below a step. Immediately wave out the sword.
Its power, it is not comparable to that of a border knight. Clay fragments began to roll up everywhere.
"Uh-oh."
Among them, Uncle Rosehip's Class A knights are distinct.
He is leading the way and scattering the stone golem with the same momentum as the cray golem.
"Find the Golem leftovers! It could be a clue."
The Rose Knights are the rose knights who take orders and sweep the golem while searching.
I had just reached my middle belly and discovered something.
"Is this it?"
My men ask me if I am confident.
In the hands of the Rose Knight are the wreckage of the chair and the pieces of cloth and skin.
From the shape, they thought it was part of the knight. It must have been used for the interior of the cockpit.
"Hmm, have all the knights been eaten?"
Grade A knight with a large circle of roses painted on the black ground circles his neck. And the surrounding golems ran their gaze.
If it were to be replaced by wildlife, only bones, such as remains, would remain.
"What happened to the rider? Eating up to a corpse is not good '
A black knight of his men shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head left and right.
There is no ferocious swelling like grade A on the shoulders, chest and hips, and numerous small rose flowers are depicted.
"I don't think this stain is residual."
If you look around, it's red and black all over the ground.
Wreckage snapped at the back of his leg after being crushed by the golem. I guess that patterned like a umpire.
I didn't think there was anything I could retrieve.
'All right, that's it. Collect the Stone Golem you defeated as you return to earth.'
Uncle Rosehip makes decisions without getting lost.
The purpose of this one is to obtain the wreckage of the Ghost Knight and, if possible, the Stone Golem as a resource.
I'm not going to do anything more, even if I can afford it.
Climb the ramp while serving as your own palace Shinkansen.
Soon after, the knights on the ground informed me that the luggage had reached its limit.
"We're gonna pull it off."
Instruct him to kick the remains of the stone golem he was carrying away to the rear.
And while the golem lasted, we arrived on the ground.
Uncle Rosehip nodded contentedly as he looked down inside the big hole from the edge.
(But this is a great mine. This size is hard to see)
Landburn would be more and more abundant if it were added to some of the Borderline Uncle Territories.
My mouth loosens unconsciously.
"I will report to you!
The luggage vehicle is ready to leave. A horse came running over when I thought I'd get home.
The pilot is new. Person formerly in the kingdom, who served as an escort knight for the Second Prince.
He turned to being a member of the Rose Knights with his flesh-language Body Language.
Survivors have been found and protected.
"Survivors?
Raise one eyebrow and ask for more reports.
They found it in the rock shade near the surface of the big hole, like a borough cloth. He said it was quite debilitating and his consciousness was uncertain.
"So, it's like an elf."
The added information shows a deep crease between Uncle Rosehip's eyebrows.
A knight of his men, in tune with the pilot, slightly shrugging his shoulders. I didn't seem to have any idea why the elves were there.
"Give me potion and keep my life connected."
Think a little and carry on the instructions.
'Restrain with rope, even if you are weak. Not if they use magic on the way. "
Cut the words and put your arms together in the cockpit. Uncle Rosehip's knight also put his arms together in tune.
(Elves on this occasion? Is the Ghost Knight rider an elf?
Different thoughts rush through my head.
(Mm)
But I didn't get a satisfactory answer.
I can only leave what I'm not good at to those who are good at. Floating in the back of my brain are my boss's sidekick and my colleague's handle beard figure.
"Let's go"
Rose Knights, a rose knighthood led by Uncle Rosehip. It started moving to Landburn, mainly the luggage truck with the stone golem debris on it.