Four days' drive west of the kingdom's capital and on a regular golem carriage.
The name of the regional city there is Landburn. It was attacked about six months ago and is no longer the frontline city of the Empire.
Borderline uncle, the lord, was welcoming one person to the office.
"Will you be headed to the Holy City? Sure, it's already that season."
The bald-headed middle-aged lord makes an emotional voice. I thought about this time last year.
They were all sinking in the dark.
(A kingdom weakening effort by drugs, which exposes and fails. You know, back when I was doing the ending.)
And harder than that was the escape of a colleague who was in command of the work.
He returned to Imperial City on the grounds of illness. But when I realized it, all the blame was being pushed to this side.
(What's that vibrant escape? Why don't you show that arm when you're working?
It is what I felt in my heart.
And his former colleague returns to the round-table meeting from a temporary illness. In that seat, he said, he expressed doubts about his instrumentality.
'I don't think this would have been the result if Uncle Borderline had adopted his opinion. Of course, I'm most responsible for my failure to convince him, my boss. "
When my hand asked me what I said, my vision was so red with anger.
(Fair enough. Now he says he lost all his identity and property.)
When I'm feeling black gratification, a long skinny man sitting in the front opens his mouth.
And he uttered a low voice without discouragement.
"It's not that I must participate. You can refuse because of your duties."
This person is Reaper. He is a pilot driving a class A knight and the empire's strongest calling.
The Emperor's trust is also thick and he is immediately dispatched to the land.
(To be honest, I'd be glad to have you in Landburn.)
Borderline uncle to the word of Reaper troubled his head with little hair.
Kingdom, elf, unidentified knight. There is no point in counting the anxiety elements.
"But hey, the temple of God of commerce in the Holy City, that divine match, right? The Grand Slam, the world's four largest competitions, is particularly high-format. Wouldn't it sound like you're in a position to decline?"
Reaper's fighting power. It is unfortunately also played out in the Hanayagi world, and it ranks high in the world.
The decision not to put this celebrity in the game, I was hesitant to make it myself.
"What did His Majesty say?
Ask Reaper to push the blame up. But there is no reply.
He told me to talk to Uncle Borderline.
He shook his head several times to the left and right, and Uncle Borderline decided.
"Make sure you show up"
There has been no movement that was the eye of the Knights of the Kingdom, nor has the Ghost Knight shown itself.
And around the big hole, Uncle Rosehip is building a watchdog mechanism. There should have been no imminent crisis.
"Got it. Let me do that."
Nodding his pointy jaw, Reaper leaves the room. Dropping off that back, Uncle Borderline exhales small.
(Doesn't sound like much of a ride)
Reapers continued to wave the Great Sickle Death Size on both sides of it, on the battlefield and on the bed.
It is in the battle that we find the purpose of living. Uncle Borderline has always thought so.
"Lord Reaper has changed."
Recently rumored words come to mind. Uncle Borderline also has to nod at this.
Both eyes glowing dark in hunger. Once a reaper, it took courage to look at each other.
But now he has a calm, or agreeable, appearance.
(But you didn't get weaker)
Uncle Rosehip with his knightly arrangements. Yuck, on the contrary, he's losing the gap. He says he can't find an image of winning over the pale shaken sickle Death Size.
(After gaining strength, it became easier to talk. This would be a good change)
Even if you pry into other people's minds, there's not much good to do. That's what I call a thought maid.
To clear the drinks on the table.
(Ooh, ho)
Made to put cups on trays and wipe tables. Uncle Borderline loosens his cheeks at that appearance.
The back hem of the skirt was hooked to the underwear.
(Right after you went to wash your hands?
When I pulled up my underwear, I might have caught the hem.
Imagine that while looking at a round ass.
(What I haven't noticed is great again)
I'm leaving the room as it is, the maid with the soot face. I think I'm narrowing my eyes after that.
Something good is going to happen today.
Trivial luck, found in everyday life. That warmed Uncle Borderline's heart.
The stage then moves east from Landburn to Wang Capital.
Royal Castle north of Central Square, the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom present further north of it. Here again, two men were facing each other in one room.
"Going to a divine match in the Sacred Capital"
It is Cornell who sits in a chair and nods with his thick arms together. While young in his late twenties, this machoman is also in a high position in the Knights of the Kingdom.
Specifically, just below the Deputy Head of Mission.
And now he was being consulted by the men he was keeping.
"Let's allow it. You can't work too hard, so I hope you grow your wings slowly."
Standing and saluting in front of the desk is a pilot with a short mustache over his mouth. Cornell and I are about the same age.
"Thank you for your concern."
His name is Lightning. A pilot from the Nicea Cassian country, but sent to the kingdom.
A kingdom plagued by a lack of force, a niceacasian country afflicted by the cost of maintaining a class B knight, and lightning that wants to broaden its own horizons.
It was the result of the alignment of the three hopes.
"But the last winner of the men's ministry? It's amazing."
Invitation from the organizers to the Class A Games. Cornell, hearing it, leaks his admirable breath.
My boss turned to me with respect, and Lightning shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably.
"Thanks to our opponents"
But Cornell doesn't believe in such modesty. Because Lightning's drawn-out opponent is Jaanne's number one defeated Reaper.
But to the words of Cornell, who chills, Lightning shakes his head quietly.
"No, it's true. If I had fought that one, I wouldn't have beaten myself."
What I said was the name of the overall winner woman. So-called Mr. Cool, Cornell was also a well-acquainted person.
"Is it impatient? That fast spin was cold enough to watch."
Lightning looking down with a sinking look.
Assuming it was a hit in the first war, it must have been a loss. Then I couldn't get my wife back, and I should have never stood here as a pilot.
"Oh, he's scared."
Cornell agrees with his face. It's painful because it reminds me of pain.
I have had a threaded experience of being in good shape, called "Skewered Whirlwind," etc.
"Mr. Tauro, who follows it, is amazing."
For the first time I heard it, Lightning looked up.
"Lord Tauro? Put that one under control?
Cornell continues with his mouth, surprised by the sharpness of the reaction.
"Oh yeah, you did say 'dying squad' or something. Mr. Tauro is at the top, and she's my man."
And with one hand on his chin, he exhaled a little.
"I was invited once, too, but I declined. We're still short on strength."
Lightning to keep your mouth half-open and stop moving.
For him, Tauro has a strong side: a respected pilot. I knew you were in a divine match, but I didn't think you could follow the winner.
(And I didn't know you'd let 'Skewered Whirlwind' say this far)
The country is different, here is the relationship between superiors and subordinates. I've been to a whorehouse with everyone.
Cornell's reputation there was quite a strong man.
"Will Lord Tauro compete in the divine game this year?
I would love to see that strength in this eye. But that expectation is lightly broken.
"Oh? He said he wouldn't answer. I couldn't get out, could I?
To the lightening of the strange look, Cornell explains.
That the ranking system is not very pervasive in the Kingdom. For this reason, no one can compete on points.
A merchant guild framework has been set up as a countermeasure, and the guild leader's recommendation determines the contestants.
"Besides, the same person will never be chosen. It's the guild leader's policy to get a lot of experience."
He seems convinced, a national pilot from the deeply nodding Nicea Cassia country.
Cornell recommends him a chair. I wanted to have a little chat with someone I know in common.
"By the way, why couldn't Mr. Tauro have won? He must have lost World War III."
Even if I ask him in person, he only says, 'Strong around me, very much on my own'.
Anyway, it's Doctor Slime, even known as the treasure of the Wangdu Hanayawa kingdom. It's not something I can agree to.
"I've never heard of anyone who lost before."
Seeing his strange-faced boss, Lightning smiled bitterly. Because I realized the earlier phrase, 'The ranking of the world is not well known in the kingdom'.
"Master Tongue of the Eastern Country"
She has become a regular in the A-level tournament and is the top double-digit player in the world. Meanwhile, Lightning was struggling at the regional tournament to get the right to compete in the A-level tournament.
From his perspective at the time, it was on the clouds.
"I'm sorry. We didn't see Lord Tauro's match."
Cornell looking sorry. When I let the back of the chair snap, I look into the indoor bookcase and exhale.
"Last year's special issue only said," Overwhelming with a long tongue, getting victory. "I don't know the details."
An unnamed contestant who lost in Game Three. That and the battle of Master Tongue would also be such a way of writing.
Lightning nods as she thinly wrinkles between her eyebrows.
"What is the way Lord Tauro fought?
"Didn't you know? Somehow, you pinpoint them for their weaknesses."
Massage with the Devil's Eye to keep your opponent elevated. And when the time is ripe, poke with the optimized star Phantom Sword Astral Sword.
Cornell furthermore speaks fervently of Takeshi Tan so far.
"Ecstasy close to poison? Treat people for free? So with Doctor Slime."
Lightning with an impressed look, shaking his jaw vertically over and over again. I thought I found out what motivated Tauro to heal his injuries.
(Save people without being on the table and do not ask for a price.... what height)
I can't stop the back of my nose from getting hot.
It was a lightning that kept me nagging and listening to Cornell.
Furthermore, the stage, although a little, moves.
It is a pleasant neighborhood southwest of the headquarters building of the Knights of the Kingdom. It is Jaanne, one of your three houses.
Two figures, sitting on a reception set in that understatement. Lightning and Cornell were the ones we talked about earlier.
"You must be the last overall winner, right? Don't you have to go to the Sacred Capital?
Enjoying the aroma of the tea served, I ask Mr. Cool in front of me.
As always, his spine stretches, and he is a Rin stand-up like the daughter of a martial family.
"Because I don't have what I want"
I'm not going.
(But if I refused the invitation, there would have been a penalty. And if you beat it a bit, you'll get a pretty good forehead)
She shrugged her feminine shoulders even smaller.
"There are negative ranking points. But I didn't originally sign up."
They say it has nothing to do with world ranking.
"Besides, I already have enough money."
She worked hard, blessed with appearance and talent. Apparently, your income as a sideline for the three families was huge.
There is no use like exploding bottom sister, such as pouring into magical research. He doesn't even look like the luxurious type, so I guess he was saving up.
(Fame, I guess, is enough)
Your three sidelines. Speaking of previous lives, it is equivalent to the seller of actresses, singers and announcers.
On the other hand, winning a divine match is like taking a gold medal in an Olympic major event.
"You don't seem to want anything for this year's winning prize."
Sure, I heard it was a jewelry. Compared to last year, the right to dedicate the first time to God.
The winner of the women's ministry is a boy, and the man's ministry is a girl. And on behalf of God, the winners will receive their first product.
"Thank you very much."
I guess I remembered. On a slightly stained cheek, Mr. Cool with one hand.
Looking like this, she has enough business Karma to drop herself on too many Phantoms who want the first thing.
(That's first food (unicorn), really reliable)
Reminds me of last year's overwhelming strength.
She burns the industry Karma and replaces it with strength. Before the high thrust gained in the afterburner, he was powerless, even though he was a strong man.
So one thing, an imagination springs up.
(Maybe it wasn't Mr. Cool's fault that the second prize turned into a jewel or an accessory?
Last year the first food (unicorn) devoured the body and soul of an innocent boy.
I haven't heard the boy's aftermath. But it was very unlikely that I would have had the next morning as if nothing had happened.
(Must have changed)
I think of the sight of him resisting in the shape of a demon and making the inflexible priests jerk off.
(... whoa, this is already such a time)
The time I booked is running out. Of course, the other teacher is Teaching Light Patrol.
I interrupt thinking and look up. I'm not going to be late.
"Tea was delicious, welcome."
Mr. Cool can speak to me as I take a seat to go to battle.
"She's two commas free after the chief. You don't have to help yourself to the fullest."
The expression fell out of my face for a moment I heard, and soon afterwards it filled with joy. That's really great news.
The role of gathering information on the Hanayo world, she perfectly fulfills it.
"Thank you, I'll give it my best shot."
Mr. Cool gently flaunts only his eyes on his face with few facial changes.
"As long as she comes square and dignified without a back door, she'll accept everything. Enjoy plenty."
Nodding hard, I skipped gently and headed to the lobby.