An even less vast plain in in the northern part of the Empire.
If you wanted to stand in the center and look north, you would have seen the Spirit Forest in your eyes. And looking back south, now you would have seen the city north of the empire.
But before the city of the north, he must have been blinded by the great wall that existed in front of him.
Simple walls just roughly piled up the boulders. But the height reaches ten meters and stretches east-west to divide the plain.
"Prepare for the invasion of the Elves."
A literal line of defense ordered by the Emperor of the Empire and built with the highest priority by Viscount Mature, the Lordship.
This was created in a short period of time due to a raid by a twisted angle (capricorn) ahead. He was pushed back by the sense of crisis, and even put in a knight to do the pile of stones.
"I'm tired today."
The time is late at night. A woman with her back on the couch exhales heavily in a room in a residence in the north city.
Quite a beauty, but some would have the impression of a mannequin. It is Elda, who fled Awok.
"Hey, it's too crowded. Is there nowhere else to go?
Single workers gathered from all over the empire for large-scale construction. They turn the money around financially because they just sleep when they get back to their room.
Thanks to this, the whorehouse thrives every day.
Elda, who reigned at the apex in Awok, is also still new here. Like the women around her, she continued to be shaken by the old men without rest.
"It would be easier if you took my heart away, but you should still make it big."
Put your hands on your hips and stretch wide. Elda, far older than she looks, was much tougher.
From the black snake who's supposed to be the talker, I haven't heard back.
(Oh)
Turning toward the fireplace, he closed his eyes on the cushion and became an adult.
(It's warm, you're sleepy)
Close your eyes and watch the Spirit Beast, the only family member. Pass by the sides to avoid waking them up, take dry white wine from the sideboard and a thin glass of wine out to the table.
When I pulled out the stopper and poured about half of it into the glass, I started drinking without a pinch.
Maybe we should go to bed.
Alcohol must have empowered the sleeper. Your body sitting on the couch rapidly gets heavier.
Only when his face looked down and his consciousness moved into the world of dreams.
"... hey hey"
It was the elf boy who spoke as he looked around.
The place is deep in the woods, and in the corner of the sky you can see the trees of the world.
"Look for you, too. Don't make Hanakan Muri."
What I was told was an elf girl sitting betta the grass next to the boy. Age would be further down.
She is the young Elda. He stuck with his brothers "search for Griffon" and came to visit him in the back of the Spirit Forest.
"Mmm."
Although the girl replies, her face remains pointed at hand. I can't even rest my hands binding small white flowers.
My brother made a nasty face and put one hand on his back neck.
"Griffon."
It is a spiritual beast in the upper body of a eagle, with the lower body of a lion. It is said to combine strength and wisdom, and is also a symbol of the Elf royal family.
If you wish to inherit the throne, you must make it obey and be a family. It is only then that the distance of blood from the present king, or the order of birth, becomes a problem.
"There he is! Over here!
Another brother screams in the distance. The brother next door who hears it rushes out to be bounced.
Now they are too young and unlikely to be recognized as lords. We both know that.
But still, I couldn't keep my mind down.
"Hmm."
Elda, on the other hand, is still not interested. Even flowers are more pleasant to pick than great and unpleasant spiritual beasts.
And I was making a white flower crown, and I felt like something had moved in the corner of my sight.
(Hmm?
Turn your face, but you don't see anything distracting.
(Because of your mind?
Tilt your neck small and turn back to the flower at hand. Just there, a pretty butterfly was stopping.
(Wow)
I just let my face down, and I notice it again.
(I knew I was there)
Now don't move your face, just the edge of your eye to see the view. I noticed something moving slightly and focused.
(Snake, and black)
I wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for my tongue going in and out with Tyrothiro. Fortunately, I don't seem to be showing any interest in myself.
(Glad you didn't have your brothers)
Intuitively, I understood that black snakes are spiritual beasts. Snakes are earthly attributes, and the Elves hate earthly attributes.
If the brothers had found it, they would have thrown a stone or hit it with a stick.
(You know what?)
Because she was young, Elda had no aversion to snakes.
(Eh heh, why don't you come over here)
When I think about it, suddenly there is a shadow around me. What I continued to hear was the sound of a deceleration.
If you turn your face up, you can see something big coming down. The figure is the lower body of the lion on the upper body of the eagle.
(Griffon!)
A symbol of royalty that lands in front of you when you are stretching your body to surprise and fear. But they're not as interested in Elda as they are in shards, and they don't take their gaze off their nail tips.
(Ahhh!
Griffon's keyclaw, it was the black snake that was held down there. I guess I can open the couch and get close because I'm going to eat it.
"Holy shit! Go away!"
Reflectively, she throws the pebbles around her. Griffon turns this way slightly and opens his mouth to intimidation.
"Get off me! Silly!
Griffon is a dangerous spiritual beast. Its high fighting power hurts Elf warriors, even in play.
Not to mention toddlers and so forth, who would take their lives, even if they were careless. But Elda kept throwing stones.
"Oh, my God."
What I saw in the couch was that I might intend to shoot out some magic.
"There he is! Over here!"
That's when my brothers came running all the way from behind the woods. Griffon shakes his head reluctantly, winging off powerfully.
Along the way, I saw a black stringed thing fall zero out of my nails and into the grass.
"Flying again!
"Over there! We're going after him!"
In the direction of flying away, the two brothers also run away again. Suddenly she returned to the tranquility in the woods, under a black snake.
"Are you okay?"
Look, there's a couple of scratches on the torso. I guess I was put on with my nails.
"I'm sorry. Injury healing magic, I can't use it."
I tell you how sorry I am, Elf Toddler.
The black snake, who did not move like a dead man, brings his head and looks at her. Immediately off his gaze, he cursorily walks into a nearby hole.
"Bye bye."
Stay crouched, wave and hang your voice. I kept looking at it until the tip of my tail went through the hole.
And then a week later at night. The black snake shows herself in her bedroom.
"The injury, it's healed. Good for you."
Speak up, but there's no answer. They can't communicate with the will.
There's no reason to do anything, just black snakes circling on the floor. And disappear in the morning.
From time to time afterwards, the Black Snake showed up. But again, do nothing.
(Evening)
Elda was just happy to be here, talking to me in a whisper on the one hand. The black snake merely quietly enters and exits his tongue.
"You hate griffons."
Talking with a smile, the snake just snorts a little. So Elda woke up.
(... a dream I miss a lot)
Wake yourself up from the couch, while circling your thoughts in a hazy consciousness.
(I've been dreaming a lot lately)
I've heard of it. As life approaches, elves start dreaming old.
(Is it finally happening? No, I'm sure it's because we're close to home)
My ear hurts at the evidence. Magically burnt ears to keep the blood from bleeding.
You did that on purpose to kill me, probably to humiliate me. The ears are also a symbol of the Elves.
(Something that hangs until the curse so that it can't be cured.)
For this reason, healing magic does not work. But I didn't mind that.
She abandoned being an elf. No, because they made me throw it away.
Stand up, Elda, to prepare your meal. Turn your neck gleaming and take a deep breath.
(It's nice to have a man's vitality, but a little too many)
Besides, we don't really have time to rest because we all try to enjoy a cup of time.
(Oh, I want some time off. Money is fine)
It was Elda who took the side of the crow snake and headed to the kitchen for a drink of water.
The stage leaves the northern city and jumps across the narrow plains to the Spirit Forest.
There were about ten knights walking out of the woods to the plains.
"Let's go"
External audio was emitted by a leading rider. Of this population, it is the only A grade.
I don't know because it's dark now, but the color is black with a green tone. What strikes me is the look that feels more prickly than sharp.
In a class A cockpit looking up into the sky, a high elf skinny as a dead tree continues his words.
Cloudy all night on the crescent moon. If the weather had collapsed sooner, we wouldn't have had to wait. '
What this old man, the Knight Commander of the Elf Knights, intends is a night raid on the city of the north.
We chose a day without the moon as the date of the decision because it was unnoticed and approached. But I couldn't feel the 'merit of waiting' for the sky tonight, and I was in a bad mood.
"Isn't it convenient because there's not even a starlight?"
To my men's words, a high elf that raises a single eyebrow. From the distorted mouth, spit out words that don't seem funny.
'... Fair enough. Drop it and make it a trash yard for every city.'
And under the thick clouds that covered the sky, he began to travel quietly south.
Here, the point of view moves to the class B pilot guarding the defensive line.
The young man, the night shift, was letting the knight walk along the wall.
(Elf invasion)
My boss, a sexy mature woman, tells me that every time. The recent raid of the Great Warcraft must have been its foretaste.
(Elf knights are equivalent to ghost knights Ghost Knight, give me a break)
I remember the words of the mature Viscount, shrugging her face and shoulders.
He joined the Expeditionary Force to Awok as a C-class pilot, one who witnessed the tragedy. Fear of long-range magic attacks, which are shot in from unseen places, has yet to fade.
That's why on patrol, I'm pointing my shield north. The coarse stone pile walls should also protect you, but unfortunately the height is below the knight's chest.
"You don't have to do that, do you?
Some of my colleagues who did not participate in the expedition said so and fell out of hand. But the feelings of the youth remain the same.
That attitude had been evaluated by the mature Viscount, who had been given this B-grade.
(No abnormalities)
I'm just finishing up, my mind turns unexpectedly.
(... I don't like it)
A young man who believes in his own intuition and makes his knights fall back. Get only your head out of the wall and up, narrow your eyes and watch the Spirit Forest.
(You don't see anything. Do you want to light it up)
Remove the short wand "Wand" from the back of the shield and grip it in your right hand while worrying.
The time is late at night. As a result, if nothing happens, they will definitely say 'disturbance' and disgust.
(If that's all right, it's cheap)
What came to my mind was the lesson of a mature Viscount walking in a shorter tight skirt and waving her ass.
It's called 'coward or not'.
(It's natural to be wary of someone stronger than you)
The young man who snorted put up a short wand "Wand" high in the hands of the knight.
The point of view returns to the Elf pilots.
Seeing Grade A stretched one hand to the side, all rides following the back stopped.
Watching the captain mount set up a wand "rifle" on one knee, he learned that he had arrived in the firing position.
(If it hadn't been for that wall, I'd have packed more distance and attacked the city walls directly)
I think a high elf who lost weight like a dead tree while setting the goal for the wand Rifle.
Even he, who boasts the greatest firepower of the Knights, is just too far away. To deliver powerful magic to the city, it was necessary to pull out the defensive line.
(Let me hang the extra front. Shatter along with the wall)
Grade B moving across the wall. I bend my mouth and laugh and let the magic flow as I stare at it.
The wand Rifle starts to roar quietly and gradually turns up the volume and goes. But because of the bass below the human audible range, it reaches far but cannot be heard as a sound.
It merely fills the hearts of those who hear them with unspeakable anxiety.
(Until launch, soon)
When the grin deepened with the thought, Grade B, which was captured in the center of his vision, crouched into the shadow of the wall.
(You noticed?
But this distance. I don't think so very much.
As he continued to glance at his eyebrows, Class B shot off the magic of light toward the sky.
(Been?)
Staring with astonishment, the sphere of light rising high in the sky illuminates the earth brightly with clouds on its back.
Without a doubt, it would have been discovered. The figure of a knight who draws a long shadow behind his back cannot be overlooked.
(Chuckles)
Between hitting the tongue, level B launches more spheres of light. Moreover, the colour is red, not the daylight colour of earlier.
Obviously it was a signal to inform 'enemy attacks'.
(to garbage habits, reacts quickly)
A defensive line that makes a scene. I'm very angry that I couldn't be completely surprised.
But I didn't feel the desire to come this far and stop the operation, nor the need to do so again.
(Garbage looks like garbage, be ashes)
A high elf that understands you're ready and pulls the trigger in your heart. Immediately after, a great red lotus arrow flies from the wand Rifle.
Flying through the surface slump, the arrows clash against the wall. At that moment, a rock exploded with a diameter of as much as five metres.
The released heat blows across the perimeter to dozens of meters. The determined ground was then shallowly dissolved and transformed into glass.
"Go!
A class B of ten horsemen who take orders from the commander, who is a high elf, and start the assault with a hover move.
Serpentine to the S-word, sending an Imperial Knight sword and a magical attack, one after the other, through a crushed wall.
The knights aim for the city of the north. Destroy the walls, break inside, and burn down the city itself.
(It's too late for a human knight.)
A handsome elf pilot with his hair up and collar up like a host whistles. Pull through the opponent trying to get stuck with a feint to the left and right, then tap the magic attack from behind after a mishap.
Really easy, not responsive.
(Uh, A grade? You're a good prey)
Just a few more minutes to the city to the north. So the handsome guy discovers a crimson A level running this way.
The sooner the better, I'll take this red one.
After burning the city, we'll have to compare the effects within our companions. Then there is no way to miss a grade A that you rarely see.
He nods his tongue, aiming for the short wand Wand, and unleashes magic.
(Hmm? Did you take it off?)
Precisely then, the crimson Class A knight flew diagonally forward.
(Lucky)
Coincidence must have saved a crimson A grade. But luck, it shouldn't last.
Re-target immediately and shoot the Thunder Arrow again. But Crimson Grade A avoided magic with minimal movement and jumped all the way into the sword at once with unexpected bouncing power.
(Been?)
I try to twist myself around and twist myself, but I'm not entirely in time. The sword captures the right arm that was holding the short wand Wand, cutting ahead from his elbow.
(Ah?)
A handsome pilot who looks at the incision on his right arm and his head turns white.
Elves are excellent at magic manipulation, but therefore have a high rate of tuning, and many feel the knight's breakage as their own pain.
After a slow beat, a burning sensation of intense pain that I had never felt before hit me.
"Ohhhhh!
My arms are intact, but unless I stop manipulating the knight, this feeling continues.
But this is a battlefield. If you cut the link with the knight, the enemy knight will kill you on the spot.
So he fled desperately. As early as there, there are no shards of war left either.
"First, we have to stop."
A crimson Class A pilot squeaks as he watches Elf's Class B run away with his elbow held down and hover.
A tight skirt with bright red painted lips and an array of pilot uniforms. Many would like to join us in a narrow cockpit, a mature Viscount.
"We need numbers to fight these guys."
Look around while holding your abdomen with your left hand. The sensors in the uterus are sensing the gaze that can be directed.
It's never a coincidence that I just avoided a series of elf magic attacks.
(You were supposed to be training, but you're getting up late)
I was given the signal of an enemy attack and immediately set out, but the back hasn't followed me.
I just frowned shaped and thin, and heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.
'Divide into two hands and drive your enemies! Class C is dedicated to defense at the shield!
"Yes! Sister"
Looking back, the appearance of the Lily Knights "Lily Knights" White Lily Squad.
Class C defends them with shields and launches attacks in Class B. In a collaborative move, he is fighting an Elf Class B opponent without a step.
(We'll do it. That's Lily Knights, Lily Knights.)
Grade A of the mature Viscount, attacked all at once from the blind spot, to the elf B class distracted by you. The instantaneous force of this cavalry, which places more emphasis on mobility than armor, far outweighs the hover travel speed of the elves.
In other words, at close range, we can deliver the sword.
(… Can't you stop? Fine.)
Elf Class B damaged by the cage begins evacuation without stepping in. For a powerful knight, it's not surprisingly sticky.
That's why I couldn't knock the counter in, but I'm going to get rid of it before I knock it down.
"What are you doing? It's temperamental."
To the allied knights who have begun to arrive, the mature Viscount is able to sound the external audio at maximum volume. The presence of Class A also helps to boost the morale of the subordinates.
Thus the war situation became chaotic, contrary to the thoughts of the elves.