West of Wang Du, a four-day drive on a regular golem carriage. There is the regional city of Landburn.
He was attacked down by the Empire about six months ago and is now a city ruled by Borderline Uncle.
The neighborhood uncle was in the conference room, gathering executives.
"You found the elf. So?
A heavily roaring peripheral uncle while reflecting the sunset outside the window with a bald head.
Ghost Knight, a ghost knight thought to be the Kingdom's secret weapon. To recover its wreckage, Uncle Rosehip and the Rose Knights headed for the Great Hole.
They found a debilitated one male elf near the big hole. I brought you back to Landburn.
"Why are you in a place like that? I don't know why I was there."
The number of elves is significantly lower than that of people, and many of them do not go out from inside the elves.
Regardless of the major cities and streets, it was difficult to think about meeting people in such places.
"About that, sir."
A slender, middle-aged man with a handled beard opens his mouth.
"The clothes worn by that elf are close to the uniform of the pilot. And here."
What precedes the indication is the recovered wreckage.
It was part of the cockpit, supposedly of a green and white painted knight who attacked Reaper.
"What is it, the way it is made and sewn is very similar to what is inside the elves"
Understanding what I'm about to say, Uncle Borderline opens his mouth.
"The green and white knights were made in the elves. And it was also the elves that were piloting it. That's what I'm saying."
But there was a man in the word who leaned his neck. He is a big man with short gray hair, Uncle Rosehip.
"Situationally, it would be. But I've never heard of an elf holding a knight before."
Uncle Rosehip is most familiar with knights in this. To that statement, the handle beard loses confidence and drops his shoulder.
But Uncle Borderline, it didn't.
"'Unknown' and 'Not' are different. Ask the knight's expert Sir, how about an elf as a pilot?
Thick arms together, Rosehip uncle who closes his eyes and thinks.
I left it for a little while and slowly opened my eyes and mouth.
"I hear it's a magically superior species. They will possess a lot of magic and have excellent ability to operate."
Very suitable as a pilot. After concluding so, exhale loudly and continue with the words.
"Sounds like you got caught up in a little bit of a preconception. If the Elves are pilots, it's not impossible to fight like the Ghost Knight."
Smiled and nodded Borderline Uncle. The handle beard sitting next to him mouths his opinion with an imaginative look.
"If so, will the kingdom have joined hands with the elves?"
He just can't convince himself. Bend your mouth and face, and deny it with the following words:
"The interest of lending a hand to the kingdom, you can't find it"
"No, there is. Big reason."
The gaze of everyone who focuses on the words of Uncle Borderline.
"If the Expeditionary Army continues as it is, there is a good chance that the kingdom has perished"
Once in his bald middle age, he looks back in the northwestern direction where the Empire is located. And I stretched my chest for how long, and went on proud.
"And our emperor, His Majesty, is not content with one kingdom. The people of the Ost continent, they all want to be ours."
"You're right."
Uncle Rosehip nods loudly.
I've been on my side since the time of the Crown Prince, Uncle Borderline and Uncle Rosehip. Those who know the emperor's dream.
"But it still stops. After unifying the people, Your Majesty will be demanding of the elves about the rights of the world tree"
The best magical resource in the world, the World Tree. The Elves now monopolize it and continue to ignore calls for joint management.
But that's also because people are scattered.
"I don't like people coming together in one. Then I can understand what the elves are doing. We won too much."
Empire, kingdom, and country to the east. Compete and sharpen the power of key nations. That's what Uncle Borderline meant.
Think without words, Uncle Rosehip and the handle beard. There, a low voice sounds.
"I agree with Uncle Borderline."
It is Reaper. Open your eyes with a dark neighborhood under your eyes and gaze indoors.
"Elves are enemies to people, essentially. You should think of a response based on that."
I won't tell you why. But the voice was full of certainty and unspeakable persuasion.
Seeing as the opposite is not raised, Uncle Borderline asks the steering wheel beard.
"What's the captured elf doing now?
"He seems to be largely weak. But we're giving you therapeutic magic and potion, so you'll recover soon."
Nodding peripheral uncle.
"The top potion may be used. Do your interrogation as soon as you can."
First of all, a first report to the country. The second report comes after I get corroborated by testimony, but I don't want to make much room between them.
As I was instructing the steering wheel beard, Uncle Rosehip called me.
"About that, sir."
A big man who rides himself out and shines his eyes.
"Would you mind leaving it to yourself?"
Offer with a passionate voice. When asked why, he answered with his chin slightly lit.
"I'm afraid you haven't had any experience with elves yet. Defeated rape because of it, I was wondering if you could let me try it once."
Staring at that figure, Borderline uncle bent a single eyebrow circles his thoughts.
(Our Knight and the Green and White Knight are fighting in the Great Hole)
Bring your gaze back to your face filled with the expectations of Uncle Rosehip and take your thoughts ahead.
(As an empire, you will have the right to defeat rape. But it is Lord Reaper who has priority)
Shift your gaze to Reaper. The cheeky man with a dark neighborhood under his eyes kept his eyes closed with his arms together.
"Depends on how Lord Reaper feels."
To that word, a reaper who quietly opens his eyes. After a glimpse of Uncle Borderline, he shifts his gaze to Uncle Rosehip.
"… let us give it to you"
"Oh!"
Uncle Rosehip floats an obvious joy.
Uncle Borderline does not change his expression and tells a magnificent man with short gray hair in a flat tone.
"Fine, but the top priority is to get the information. Don't get me wrong there."
"Word, I command my rose"
Afterwards, Uncle Borderline glanced at the steering wheel beard only for a moment. He seems to think the same.
(To keep Uncle Rosehip connected to my camp, too)
Sometimes, you have to reward them.
And the reward of this hand works especially for Uncle Rosehip. If you don't give it the other way, you'll have great dissatisfaction.
He was obedient to the snorted frontier uncle.
The stage moves from Landburn to the big north northeast.
It is a regional city in the northern part of the kingdom. This is north of the Wang capital, straight along the street, ahead of you through the mountainous areas.
I arrived earlier with the old lady, the Old Lady, and now I'm in the city hall conference room.
Are you General Winter?
Me looking at a map spread out on my desk and asking a pretty fat middle-aged man.
Why are you here, it's work. A warcraft rider as a Merchant Alliance Knight pilot.
(Actually, I would have liked to have played a little more)
Three days after the top showdown during this time. I went to Jayanne every day and drowned in the skill and gentleness of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
At any rate, he kept it for more than six months. It's not that easy to calm down.
(That being said, it was a little too much. Have you got a job and it's good to go back)
What matters is the balance between work and life.
Whether the Elf Knight shows up or the Teaching Light Patrol teacher lifts the ban, apart from that, time flows and life continues.
I reckon so, listening to the explanation of a middle-aged man, the mayor, who has gained quite a bit of weight.
"Yeah, it comes every year, but it's too early this year."
He's said to be undead with General Winter, but he hasn't grasped the exact identity. He looks like a skeleton with armor together, riding a horse with only bones as well.
"When we get close to this time of year, the orchard trees are hit. That's why we asked the Merchant Alliance to deploy."
If you ask, you don't do direct evil. They just take a group of family members around the cold-breezing plains north of this town.
(Same story the herbivore told me)
Reminds me of a lecture I received beforehand while I was being briefed.
Although the Winter Generals do not go south from the plains, the entire herd possesses ice attributes. As a result, the city's temperature drops dramatically just by passing nearby, he said.
The effect is intense, and the water seems to start freezing even at midday.
"This is the North, so I can't help it, just a little now"
Mayor making a troubled look. He said that the damage to agricultural products would be enormous if he received a visit with no winter support.
"So I wish I could defeat General Winter."
"Yeah, defeat General Winter and the herd will turn back north. We'll be back soon, but we'll be ready by then."
After the meeting, I went to Old Lady, an old lady on one knee in the square.
Guards surround the perimeter, and residents surround the outside. Anywhere after all, a knight seems to be popular.
"I'm leaving, please clear the way"
Speaking in an external voice, the guards guide the residents. I slowly let the old lady walk the Old Lady and head to the gate.
Along the way, I won't forget to wave back the old lady's "Old Lady" hand to people waving from both sides of the street.
"Merchant Guild Knight, Old Lady". We're going out!
Outside the city, I scream with external audio to appeal to the Merchant Alliance. And as it was, it went north.
The old lady "Old Lady" was often allowed to walk with her big crotch, and the windproof forest that prevented the north wind ran out.
Spread forward is the cold flat. And there's snow on the sidelines.
(Is that it?
Expand the Optical Correction Magic Formation in front of the old lady Old Lady. If we enlarged the herd we could see in the distance, it was a large group of skeletons.
(... aren't those skeletons made of ice?
For bones, it's oddly blue and white. When the snow pushed to solidify and turn to ice, I think it was like that.
Born in a polar snowfield, southbound with the seasons. And maybe he's going back again.
(He said it was undead, but it could be like an ice spirit)
Me snorting alone. I realized once again that this is a fantasy world.
(But how many? There's a thousand of them.
Move your gaze to find General Winter. Eventually, a great shadow rises in the back of the snowy wind and sumptuous.
Sure, skeletons spanning skeletal horses and packed with blue and white armor. But big, the main unit alone had three times as many other skeletons.
If the families are the same size as men, General Winter's back length is five meters. And that's what's on the horse.
(Sure, you can't do this without a knight)
Convinced and retreat the old lady, the Old Lady.
Outside the windproof forest, he lay down among the sparse trees and set up a wand, Rifle.
(Ew!)
A light arrow (magic missile) that strikes directly at your chest without aiming, but still holds its shape, even if it flies hard, crushed fragments.
One Rank Up, Prepare E-Rank Magic. At that time there was a change in vision.
(Do you play it, these places look undead)
Winter General absorbs the scattered snow smoke and goes back in shape. And when I turned to this one, I ran out of nowhere.
A bunch of skeletons made of snow and ice from their families also slowly followed.
General Winter flew out of the herd in a short time. The figure of a human horse that rapidly grows in sight is quite compelling.
(But straight line, nice)
The E-rank arrow of light emitted (Magic Missile) crashes into the center of the ice horse.
Not only do we crush General Winter, we push him backwards. The line of light that ran through the center of the herd destroyed everything on the axis line.
(What do you say?
If this is going to bring you back, it's a little bad. Keep an eye on it as you think about it.
Even as the snow smoke disappeared, the Winter General did not appear, and eventually the herd changed its direction and began to return north.
(Can you handle it?)
If you want to do it, it will be possible to defeat the whole herd. But when I do that, I feel like I'm going to get a painful clip later.
(It's like a natural phenomenon.)
Please pick it up this time, and we'll ask you to come back again.
After I dropped him off until he couldn't see me, I went back to the North City.
Return to the city and garrison the old lady Old Lady in the square.
The mayor welcomed me down with a full smile.
"No, no, no. This arrangement with a class B ride. I heard rumors, but that's great."
Because he slaughtered General Winter in a short time, his family never pushed him. Naturally, there is also zero damage to the orchard.
feelings, and the surrounding temperatures were felt to have increased as well.
"Whispering, we are preparing a feast tonight"
The mayor says as he enters the city hall.
Of course I won't say no. I'm going to give you a taste of local delicacy, which is why I've come so far.
There are so many beauties in this city.
Reminds me of the women I saw in the square. White, transparent blonde hair, noticeable nose appearance felt clear.
But first, tummy. Smoked meat-centric dishes and strong liquor were served.
Enjoy meals and conversations while taking care not to get too drunk.
"It's a dance that passes to this land."
Along with the mayor's invitation to sit next door, it was the ethnic costume beauties like the overlay of aprons that showed up.
I guess it's a pleasure, lying in a row with your legs up and dancing high. Really great.
"We also have a second meeting available"
"This is painful."
We laugh nasty. After finishing his meal, he then heads to the best whorehouse in the North City.
"Come on in, make your choice, Master Tauro"
I smiled and looked at the chicks, and I lost my word there.
(... seals?
Sure, blonde, neat, crisp noticeable nose. Although there is an element of beauty, it is obviously overweight.
With my back to solidify, the mayor keeps his word.
"My recommendation is, is it the far right? Get in. All right, get in. It's number one."
A seal that lifts long, beautiful platinum blonde hair with one hand. I smiled and closed one eye and sent a throwing kiss.
(Where did the ladies you saw in the city go? Or at the dinner table, the girls who performed the dance)
The chicks turn into shores of the northern sea, with the great sea beasts in the sun.
I looked back at the mayor and asked a terrible question.
"Oh, are those dancers?
The mayor shook his head left and right with a first decent face and then a sinister look.
"I'm sorry, but they're too young. I need you to wait five more years."
"Huh?"
In my opinion, late teens. Young, but not too young.
I don't understand it and ask more questions.
After overlapping questions with the baffling mayor, serious facts were found.
(Do the women here look like adults?)
The dancers are roughly five years younger than they look.
(Bye, these people too)
See the people sitting on the chicks. I thought you were a fat middle-aged aunt, but if you observe closely, your skin is beautiful.
When I asked the mayor secretly, he said he was about twenty to twenty-five years old.
"When the fat is good on board, it's just in season."
Confident, one hand flat.
"On cold nights, strong booze with them. Nothing warm about it."
I don't have a voice.
"Those dancer girls will be eating like them in a little while, so come back then."
They looked like angels and fairies. Will it transform into such a beast in just a few years?
To that fact, I couldn't find a word to give back.
(Cultural differences)
Yes, it's something that greatly influences everything from meal flavoring to music to ugly standards.
Sure, the meal was a lot of greasy stuff.
"Come on, come on, come on. They're waiting for a hero, too, so they'll definitely serve you violently."
No offense at all, a bona fide mayor from the bottom of his heart. You can't refuse that offer.
(Sounds heavy)
Get ready and stare at the chicks.
I chose the smallest woman to gain experience in intercultural communication.
By the way, the next morning, I developed a sequelae of intense service. Injury treatment magic was used to treat muscle pain and back pain.