Northern Ost continent, a forest of spirits spread around world trees.
It is a rich forest area where the magic that continues to overflow from the trees of the world has grown.
Trees and grasses that stretch out branches, grow leaves, and take in the magic of drifting. They were good quality bait and fed many warcraft and spiritual beasts.
'Why is this place so warm and easy to spend when it's more north than anywhere else?
The magician of a tribe who once visited the woods writes a surprise in his journal.
I looked into it with interest, and he later derives one reasoning.
"The spirits must be the cause"
Raw magic is the food of the Spirit. There are many spirits gathered in the land, including the four great spirits of the earth water firewind.
As a result of their restraint on each other, it would have been a breezy place, not hot and cold.
Clean water and a plain earth. Its existence must be for the same reason.
"Wonderful, a miracle of nature"
Wanted to like him, he starts living by a lake in the woods. I got to know a giant turtle right after that.
Why the Elves didn't try to kick him out, a human race.
Turtle, a powerful spiritual beast, because of his reluctance to do so? Or because I admitted to being a well-armed sorcerer, I don't know why.
In any case, it is a long time ago.
And now the meadow south of the Spirit Forest. There were two shadows in armor, and they didn't waver slightly into the strong wind of the beating.
"If we're gonna build a checkpoint, we're gonna be around here."
The one with the crimson armor in his mouth as he put his arms around him. The sound is very unnatural.
That would also be natural. Because this shadow was not a human being, but a knight.
A knight is a man-shaped golem. Eighteen meters tall and a person sitting and maneuvering in the thorax.
In shrubbery sparse meadows, there is nothing to compare. If this was the whole city, you'd have figured out the enormity of it.
You think it's a little too far down?
The voice of a husky woman, which can be pronounced continuously. He is the mature Viscount, who has newly become lord of the land.
The crimson knight is skinny, yet has noticeable swelling around his chest and hips. It was a testament to this knight being a Class A.
'From the border line, it's quite a city stop. But if you're going to be wary of magical ranged attacks, you're going to need this much distance.'
A Grade B knight standing diagonally behind answers, staring into the forest of spirits visible to the north.
The Elves are not interested except in the Spirit Forest. For this reason, the border was seen as the border between the forest and the flatlands.
'Cause if this is all the prospects, there's nowhere to hide. If you show yourself and attack me, that's when.'
The mature Viscount looks back at the crimson knight and tells him to stand aside in the cockpit.
She's gonna pull a line here. At the same time, he was willing to carry out the examinations previously carried out at the entrance to the city, even on the streets.
"Quickly, I'll get you into work."
A skinny man with an old face who makes a grade B snort. This fortunate looking pilot is the deputy to the mature Viscount.
In the fight against the northern countries, he was knocked out of his knees and fell first. The horrors of ranged attacks were stained with bones.
"All right, next is the position of the lookout."
The mature Viscount speaks so and walks out toward the nearby hills.
What you see to the south is the central city of the area. As a local city, it would be a standard size.
But she ruled before, a small town in the northeast. It's big enough not to compare to that.
(I was prepared to sink in like this, but I didn't expect to give you such a big role)
The deputy thinks as he looks at his boss's knight's, rich ass swinging from left to right.
(So last chance. We need to keep our heads together.)
When he exhaled deeply, he let his B-grade follow by a crimson knight.
A little north of the northern border town of the Empire, the stage moves to the Spirit Forest.
At the roots of the world tree, in a large uro.
Large spaces lined with rows, with bookcases dozens of meters high. There's a suspension bridge between the bookcase and the bookcase, by the way.
This is the big library inside the elf. It's an important place where knowledge and memory are stored.
(There's got to be something)
Alas over the suspension bridge, fat high elves. Quickly turn the thick history book page to pieces.
What I'm looking into is what's happened since The Bloodless Revolution.
A bloodless revolution, by the way, is how the Elves moved from a royal to a parliamentary system.
A revolution carried out without a drop of blood being shed. It had become their pride as an indication of the high degree of folklore.
(The royal family that survived the revolution. If that's what it is, isn't it leaving a footprint in history)
It's not strange if it's been recorded, if you don't mind.
The fat high elf stared and kept looking into it day after day.
(Hmm?)
A fat high elf who had finished reading the history of the elves and was turning people's "History and Cases of the Empire".
Find the statement you are interested in and stop your hand.
(A massive brainwashing incident in an imperial local city?
decades after the bloodless revolution hundreds of years ago. Waking up on stage in a whorehouse.
Many male customers said they had contributed hardware over the years.
(Brainwashing customers in whorehouses is the usual means of our Elves. But inside the elves, there is no record of this incident)
I mean, the elves inside are not involved.
And notably, the intensity of that brainwashing. It appears that an E, or D-rank, of state abnormality recovery was required to be released.
Most of the techniques performed at the Elf's whorehouse are releasable in F. With that in mind, it was clearly an anomaly.
(There can be no such thing as this strength in people. Even if it's an elf, I can't do it with an elf in line)
Royalty is magically superior to the general public. I was just born into that blood muscle, enough to be certified as a high elf.
Such a powerful surgical ceremony is also less uncomfortable if you think royal survival has taken place.
(He who draws the blood of the royal family was surviving. You'll be sure to look at it that way)
I feel my anticipation hit, and I snort up satisfied.
I remembered that I was on the suspension bridge because my feet swayed greatly.
(Have you been obsessed too much)
This is the upper level of the bookcase. If you fall, you can't just do it, and if the book you drop hits you, it's life-threatening.
I looked at the floor far down in the cold and held the book in my hand against my chest.
But at any rate, the footsteps after this are unknown.
Refresh your mind and move on with your thinking.
The people couldn't capture the killer. He has disappeared without a trace while owning a large amount of money.
(If it were me, I would have moved the place and continued)
Has there been a similar incident somewhere? To find out that, we need a new book.
He was a fat high elf walking out on a dreaded suspension bridge, aiming for a human history corner.
The time flies for the day to go, and the stage returns to the city north of the Empire.
The Lords' Hall, built facing Central Square. One pilot knocked on the door of that office.
"I'm here to report you"
The middle-aged man, who was allowed to enter the room, is surprised for a moment and turns a blind eye in haste.
Because the newly lorded woman was holding a coffee cup in her hands with her feet high.
"What?
A mature Viscount who laughs at the edge of her mouth and distorts thin creased lines. I deliberately put my legs together, looking at the pilot.
The female pilot's uniform is a tight skirt, and hers, slightly shorter than standard.
Raw thighs that did not wear tights, even in winter, and were peeled out. Feeling her gaze turn behind her, she narrowed her eyes.
"To the inquest, a bunch of wagons got hooked. Looks like he's from the Spirit Forest."
Mature Viscount and Deputy who place coffee cups and face each other. Continue and ask for more information.
"I brought you garbage, even?
Husky voice sounding in the room. Six luggage cars pulled by large golem horses, filled there with cluttered waste.
They only have to describe it as garbage.
"Okay, I'll be on my way."
The mature Viscount takes her seat and rushes to Love Ride. An old face deputy and a middle-aged man also follow.
A crimson Class A with an undersecretary's plain Class B and an inappropriate Class C. It didn't take long for the Knight of the Three Horsemen to arrive at the Inquisition.
"Can you explain?
At the tent of the inquisition, an old skinny deputy asks.
Pulled to the front was the couple who led a group of carriages. When it comes to old people, it'll be just a little early.
"Waste was picked up in the elves and disposed of in this land?
Listen to me, the deputy roars. Apparently the couple used that as a business for years.
Apparently, there was something backwards, so I couldn't get the look out of both of them.
"Where were you carrying him? Tell me."
Men and women shrugging their necks to the voice of the mature Viscount, who emphasized the bass more than usual. He seemed to have noticed, and he talks to me absurdly.
He said he was dumping it in the valley a little further away.
"Show me, I'll be right there."
Couple being pushed into a small golem carriage at the checkpoint, accompanied by a soldier.
Follow the Knight of the Three Horsemen. The Golem carriage arrived just over a low mountain from the north city. It was a small valley there.
"This smells awful."
To the outside voice of the deputy, the mature Viscount also nods.
"I thought the air was bad in this city, but this is what caused it."
A pile of garbage to fill the valley. I guess it's to reduce the volume, what's there is the wreckage after they set fire to it.
They're still smoking in the depths, and the flames are rising from all over the place with white smoke of what they can't see.
"Something is staining the water with creepy colors."
A middle-aged man frowning. At the tip of his class C knight's stare was Zelig, flowing green and blue water of primary colour.
Hearing external audio from the knights, the carriage couple is blushing their faces.
There seemed to be a sense of being polluting the air and water, called what was going on in the tent earlier.
(I didn't realize, this. There's a drop over here, too.)
The mature Viscount thinks in arms. Instead of going into and out of the city and buying and selling, throw it away on the way back.
I didn't think there was such a business.
(Anyway, I can't admit it any more)
While I think about it, I punch my face in the tongue.
That many large golem carriages, they also have manpower to lift and unload. If you take away your job, there will be few people who will have an impact on your life.
Regardless, the couple is not responsible for those who worked under them.
'What about that carriage and the manpower and the foot, that we hire? Hands are needed for the transport of materials, such as the construction of the Knight's waiting area'
As if you've read your mind, the deputy comes up with a suggestion. That was the person who had been supporting the mature Viscount for years.
She looks older than her age and has the impression that she looks lucky and thin. That must be the result of a lot of hard work.
'Nice, that. Shall I?'
The new lord of the city of the north who makes the decision.
valleys in the northern part of the empire and in the elves. In the meantime, a group of large golem carriages that had been on regular round-trip trips were thus dissolved without turning back.
And the stage is far southeast of the city to the north.
The kingdom moves to the king's capital, a three-story building just north of its downtown.
I sat on the floor in my living room, looking at the imosque in front of me.
The family head is now lying down on a bath towel laid on the floor, full of heart. Probably asleep.
(Hmm)
We're the only ones here.
Zalatan, a newly-family member, is swimming out into the center of the pond. And Dangolow seems to take care of the soil, diving under the stone.
(Immortals are optimized for nourishment)
If it grows well, it will eventually become a pupae. And then you should grow up.
(It's a spiritual beast. Maybe it stays like this all the time)
Aside from that possibility, I'll make a guess based on previous life's knowledge.
(From the shape, magpie butterfly)
Imosque feathering large wings and dancing in the sky. I float that figure behind my brain and nod quietly.
(And butterflies are optimized to keep offspring)
Attract heterosexual eyes with beautiful clothes and mate.
"Imosuke, if you become a butterfly, will you be a jerk of Ikeike?
I think I woke up, so I'll call you.
"What?"
I'm tilting my head. He didn't understand because he suddenly told the story.
From its simple appearance, it still seems remote from the topic of adults.
(But how about after you grow up? You flicker your flashy wings and mate them all)
If you get tired, suck the nectar of the flowers with chew over a nutritional drink. And you fly away looking for the opposite sex.
"That's my family head."
It is just reliable.
Put your arms around me and nod over and over again. Imoske was looking up at it strangely.