On the right shoulder, an eyeball with an eye band. On the palm of his hand, a dangoose with chestnut iga.
With the top executives of the "Dying Dying Regiment" on their bodies, the vice chief and general, I go out to the garden forest in the mood of becoming a fortress.
"We're already together."
What you can see in the light from the living room is a tortoise on the banks of a pond and a herd of heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancers" right on the side.
Imosuke on his shoulder slaps Tom with his ibo leg.
"Kaprikon"
Then turn your head toward the herd of heavy horse riding Heavy Lancers. Apparently Zalatan was able to bring a twisted angle (capricorn).
But I can't distinguish myself from the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer. Sometimes it's about the size of a thumbnail, but most likely because it's night.
"How many heads have you got here?
Give up finding it on your own and ask your family. The two shook their heads as they looked around and looked at each other up and down.
"Were you there?
"Not here."
After nodding each other, Imosque turns this way. I can only see one head.
"Maybe you're here to see how it goes."
Garden forest with Imosuke confident and admired by Dangolow and Zaratan. A better environment than the Spirit Forest, I'm sure.
But we didn't see the twist angle (capricorn) with our own eyes.
"Definitely a good place, so come all of us right away"
Even so, I can't stop being the leader of the herd. I'd turn someone to see how it goes first.
"It's just an imagination. Ask Zaratan first."
Kneeling, I bring the brown chestnut iga down to the ground. And I looked at the turtle looking at this one from the pond.
"Welcome home Zaratan. Sounds like you've been able to invite a twisted corner."
A tortoise that moves its head small and vertical.
"Yeah?"
I went on to ask just one reason, and there was movement on the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers". And he left a head in the center, and withdrew into the surroundings.
A four-legged organism that is left in a circle and looks around in a hurry.
"Oh, this is the twist angle."
I know the situation. Strange threaded corners are very different from those of the straight heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer.
This must have been General Dangolow ordering something, as Chestnut Iga proceeds to break the swarm of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers".
At some point, Iga looked back at this one clicked.
"I'm scratching."
Apparently, he's got a wound to his face.
Ask Zaratan if anything happened, and the answer is' Hajime Camera '.
Wrinkle between the eyebrows and close your face to the twist angle (capricorn) so that you can crawl. However, my eyesight did not confirm the extent of the injury.
(Well, I don't know what to do)
By my own rules, it's even Imoske, Dangolow and Zaratan who cure them.
Because if you even include Heavy Lancer on a heavy horseback, you have no idea. Treat one of them and they'll push me and me.
Fighting wounds, etc., are not going to get your hands on it, no matter how bad it is.
(But this torsional angle (capricorn) is supposed to be a reconnaissance sent by the herd. to make a better impression, you could hang the magic of injury treatment)
Determine so, reach out to your right hand. But there, I noticed a problem.
(small)
Like when I was a turtle, I couldn't hold it with my hands.
Then, when I try to touch it with my index finger, the torsional angle (capricorn) is folded to the side.
"Here, don't move. I'm gonna fix you up."
Though to put it into words, communication of will is not possible unless it is a spiritual beast that has become a family member. The twisting angle (capricorn) moves slightly.
Thoughtful, reach out both hands to wrap it up.
"Ah."
On the verge of closing his hand, the pylon and torsional angle (capricorn) jumped out and ran straight into the garden forest.
I feel Zalatan's gaze and shrug my shoulders.
"Sorry, I didn't think enough"
From the other side, I'm a cloud-piercing giant. If that comes reaching out to catch you, it's also natural that you want to run away.
Conversely, I even think it's something I've put up with a lot.
"Oh, you don't have to force me to bring you back. He might be scared and panicked."
The herd of heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers" has moved out, so I tell Dangolow.
As the chestnut iga shook her body left and right, the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer herd returned to normal.
"If you're hurt, are you okay?
Take my enquiry and Dangolow and Heavy Lancer, a heavy horseback riding of different colors, discuss it.
A chestnut iga that sits for a little while and turns this way.
"Probably"
The same four-legged warcraft, Heavy Lancer, won't be among the injuries for a long time.
But can I look at the luxurious silhouette twist angle (capricorn) with the feel of a heavily armored heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer?
The chief may want to make some discounts.
"Well, let's talk about it after it's settled. When the sun rises, show him the garden forest."
If it were just the Spirit Beast and the Warcraft, it would be quick to come back. I'd rather not be here.
The families seem to agree and are nodding.
"I'm leaving home early today. So this whole twisting angle thing, it's gonna be night, okay?
After showing a slight bare gesture of thinking, a nodding turtle. They'll explain me to the twisting angle (capricorn) by then.
"Later De, Talk Gaal"
I'm just a little scared that Zaratan told me that. Will it be a sermon now?
(Be careful because you're scared. That's what I said. It's me.)
That is why Zaratan practiced with the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer on his back.
Me with the family head and eyes, shrugging my shoulders. When he put Imosuke on the branches of the herb tree, he scratched his head and headed to the living room.
Go west from Wang Du, beyond the border. The Empire is Landburn, the capital of the Borderlands.
A time when the date has changed and it's not too long yet, it can be said to be late at night.
The Lords' Hall, where the lights fell, was wrapped in tranquility.
"What do you say? See anything?"
Speaking out to whisper was a bald middle-aged man who proceeded to stick the hallway against the wall. Not long ago there was a skinny man with a steering wheel beard, looking around on the T-shaped road.
"It's okay, my lord. No enemy shadows."
Just get your head out and check the end of the hallway. The steering wheel beard replied to his boss, Uncle Borderline.
And one nod squeezes the short wand Wand and pops out to traverse the hallway in front of him.
"Huh!"
The next moment, in the eyes of the borderline uncle, was the white light running on the horizontal giraffe. Hit the side of the handle beard and let the lean body roll down the hallway.
"Damn, were you hiding!
Get your bald head out of the corner and respond with a short wand, Wand, too. But you can't capture him, only the footsteps that run away sound.
Even if you gaze in the back, the lights are only the light of the moon and stars entering through the window. I couldn't have foreseen it.
(No sign of allies. Are you the only one who survives?
To that prediction, it's a trick.
In the middle of the T-shaped road, a deputy who bends and cramps his body to the 'Kuno Letter'. It hurts, but I can't help it.
(No, I might still be holding back)
In the back, there must be a leader of the Knights of the Borders.
Looks like an old man who can't, but a fighting professional. I'm pretty sure I know the art of survival better than myself and my deputy.
(Meet me first)
Hopefully the enemy left, crossing the hallway like rolling. Leaks a soothing breath that there was no attack and wipes the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve on one knee.
But at the next moment, I felt a cold stick sticking against my neck muscle.
"I'm your checkmate, Lord Borderline."
It sounded like a familiar woman's voice. Drop the short wand Wand on the floor and keep your hands on top.
Looking back, it was still the captain of the Lily Knights "Lily Knights" Huang Lily Squad who stood there. A woman with three long blondes knitted around her head.
I'm looking down at Wand, the short wand.
"... what happened to the others?
Sister with three blonde knitted rolls, reflecting the moonlight, distorting the ends of her mouth and narrowing her eyes.
"Your Excellency is the last. You'll see with this answer."
Lizard middle-aged people get depressed and exhale from the bottom of their lungs. They've already defeated the Knight Commander, too.
"Damn, it's a complete defeat. I didn't know one commander would come in and be so different."
Oh man, the captain of the Huang Lily squad drops his head on one knee to the employer shaking his head left and right in the feeling.
"It's an honor to keep you complimented."
The raised frontier uncle wears a short wand "Wand" the handle beard that is still hitting the hallway.
"Look, it's already been disarmed. Don't get soaked in the aftertaste, just get up."
The handle beard woke himself up with his face wide open and apologized to his boss for his impudence.
Let me tell you without misunderstanding, the Lily Knights "Lily Knights betrayed each other and not tried to capture Borderline Uncle.
Ten people, including the captain of the Huang Lily Squad, were having fun with their newly acquired toys.
"But something interesting to think about."
I took a serious look at the short wand Wand in my hand and nodded with an impressed breeze at Borderline Uncle.
This short wand, Wand, is a toy, glowing but not capable of killing. Shoot and you'll feel the pilot's mood, and your heart will kick.
They broke up second-hand, shooting each other on stage in the Lords' Hall.
One is a men's team led by Borderline Bo. The other is a team that adds only the captain of the Huang Lily squad to the maid.
"… but isn't this to the detriment of the male side"
I came over with a compliment, says the handle beard.
What he claims is the matter of post-hit damage. When you get shot, about a thumb stick vibrates, but it's the rule for a man to keep it in the back hole.
"Unlike the woman who put it in front, this hole is for off-purpose use."
It seems pretty tough on the unfamiliar because they keep trembling until victory or defeat is decided.
"The decision shown by the merchant, but does that require rethinking"
Bald middle-aged man with arms, hands on his chin and a serious look.
The beginning of the matter was this toy brought in by a kingdom merchant the other day. Anything was conceived and started to be sold by someone called 'Wind Cloud Child', he said.
"It's easy to play and why not give it a try"
The intrigued borderline uncle challenges the handle beard with a total of four maids. As a result, I totally liked it.
"Let me just buy some."
Before I heard the value, I ran into other people from the merchants. So much so that the undersecretary who was watching accidentally laughed bitterly.
Then from time to time, I enjoyed night games after working hours.
"Are you back? You don't give a shit about the Captain."
Borderline Uncle told me with a laugh, and it's the top of the Knights of the Borderline that puts my head on. He is a middle-aged man who cannot be seen.
Behind it are maids and servants.
"It's too late, but is it something we can't do just one more fight? Let's take a vacation for those who join us."
I had originally promised to take the morning off, but this would not be enough for half a day off any longer. Determine so and hoist the conditions.
Apparently, bald middle-aged people regretted losing quite a bit now.
(I invited the maid team because they were too weak)
In the evening, the captain of the Huang Lily Squad came to report the number of golems defeated in the Great Hole. When I saw him, I called out to him.
But the effect is more than expected.
"The flock of sheep led by wolves is better than the flock of wolves led by sheep"
They made me realize it.
(You were watching sweetly)
I'm pissed off at myself and I can't feel it. Next time, I want to fight for real.
"I'm off duty tomorrow, I don't mind"
Smiling gently, my sister with three blonde knitted rolls. I hear it's a day off and the maids seem happy.
Seeing it, the deputy handlebeard shrugged his shoulder with a troubled look.
"You have no choice. But we're working this afternoon."
Forgiveness comes out and the frontier uncle shines his face. So I flatten my hand with my fist, as I came up with it.
"It's a suggestion from the deputy. Let the women put their sticks in the back, too."
Gazed by the breathtaking maids, the steering wheel beard waves his hands to the left and right as he panicked. 'Damage is unfavourable,' I said, but I didn't say any more.
But his boss slaps his hands with pampering in a good mood.
"Come on, get back to your initial position and get ready."
The maids walking away, confused or blushing.
(No, that's not my suggestion)
With an indescribable gaze at the passing, the handle beard exhales.
(Hmm?)
Hooked to my heart was the look on the face of the captain of the sobering Huang Lily Squad. My mouth turned to a laughing shape.
(Are you out of your mind)
There's no reason, so I guess it was a mistake. When one snorted, he switched his mind and followed Uncle Borderline.
The next game, it was again the women's team that won. But unlike earlier, the game was prolonged.
"Almost there."
"That was delicious."
Unfortunately, I shake my head to the left and right, Lord Borderline. Courtesy of such an employer, the sister with three blonde knitted rolls holds one maid in both hands.
"You can't seem to move, so I'll hold you"
He was hit at the beginning, so the damage caused by the vibration accumulated.
I left it to him by no means at that time, but it was the following evening that the problem came to light.
"That maid hasn't come home?
The handle beard, consulted by a worried fellow maid, interrupted her work and went to the corner where the Huang Lily Squad lived.
Before I knocked, I noticed something unusual.
(What is this voice?)
The groaning of bitter but sweet juice continues without despair.
Huang Lily Squad hasn't come home yet, so there should only be an off-duty captain here.
(No way)
If you look at the maid next door, the expression is pale. If you ask me, I'm sure this voice belongs in her room.
(You were taking it home!
Maybe he was in this state all the time after he brought him into the room.
If you never knock on your will, your voice stops, and after a little while, whoever "Suki" 's voice returns from inside.
"Yesterday's maid says she hasn't come back to her room."
After a lot of silence, the sister with three blonde knitted rolls replied. He said that he was still resting in this room and that he would be able to leave before sundown.
The door, by the way, remains closed.
(Dangerous no more)
Instinctively, he felt that way and was a handle beard that encouraged the maid to leave the scene.
"Probably, but it's a friendly fire"
Return to the office and report to Borderline Uncle in combat with the paperwork.
"No one said I hit that maid. Perhaps the captain of the Huang Lily Squad disguised himself as an enemy and shot him."
A bald middle-aged man who takes his hands off the paperwork and shows an attitude of listening. The steering wheel beard continues the words.
"It's my imagination, didn't I have my eyes on it from the beginning? Maybe he missed the game for a long time."
Borderline uncle puts the color of understanding in his eyes and opens his mouth with a sigh.
"You mean you took the time to simmer so you could get your prey? If that's true, we'll be rolled over her palm."
Two men who learn to fight and shrink themselves.
"Next time, it's better not to invite him"
He was a handlebeard deputy who snorted hard at the judgment of his wise boss.
Around the time in the Lords' Hall in Landburn, a white light flies out of the toy's short wand, Wand.
In the conference room of the hall set on the trunk of the world tree, the faces of the high elves faced each other full of bitterness.
"Destroy the city north of the Empire and make it a garbage burner"
"By taking control of the northern city, we secure a trading route with the kingdom and the northern countries."
I took a night raid on these two, but it's just a failure.
Several precious B-Class knights were lost with the pilot and were deeply damaged up to Knights Commander's Running Class A.
"... stupid. There's no way this is happening."
The words leaked by the thick high elves on the eyebrows would be the totality of the high elves here.
Due to the sense of vigilance that develops into an all-out war with the people, there was hesitation to set foot in the war. But if it had started, it would have been easy to attack a city of people.
That's what I was thinking.
"They used some dirty hands."
Eat your teeth and squeeze your voice out, naughty shoulder high elves. This is not based on facts.
The defeat of an elf knight who could not have lost led to such an idea.
"Attacked unannounced at night, set fire to a city inhabited by non-combatants"
On the other hand, we don't even care what we do. Because we're looking down at people, the sensibilities around here are dull.
But if they do the opposite, they'll blame the other guy like crazy.
"Knights Leader, have you seen the ride?
Almost everyone nods to the inquiry of one high elf.
A sword cut up from between the legs devours deeply and does not fall out easily. So much so that it took two B-class powers to pull them out.
"Even with these eyes, it's incredible"
Thick high elves with repeated eyebrows.
Old men lean like dead trees are the most skilled in the handling of knights among them. Say high elves are the strongest.
That's why he was appointed head of the Knights of the Elves.
"I don't know. What happened?"
It can't happen every time I think in my head, such as taking a lag on a human knight.
But there was no one to answer. The pilots were so full of themselves that they did not see the battle of the captain.
"How's the Knight Commander doing?"
Asked by the high elf on his shoulder, the chancellor shakes his head left and right with a sinking face.
"I won't wake up yet"
Lost consciousness on the battlefield and lean high elves like dead trees brought to class B. Conditions remain unconscious.
"With that wound, that's natural, too"
With a deep sigh, a shoulder high elf shaking his head.
The higher the power of magic manipulation, the higher the response and accuracy of the maneuver. But as a result, I even get more in tune with the knight.
It would be the same as ours, if it were also at the level of the head of the regiment.
"I don't seem to have her, but where is she?
A fat high elf asks with his arms together.
With her, an old pharmacist woman. He is seen as the lover of an old man who has lost weight like a dead tree.
Even at our last meeting, we didn't see that.
"I've been stuck in my workshop for a while now and I've worked out my magic"
To the answering chancellor, the fat high elf overlaid the words with a laid back look.
"We should call it in. Her arms will help to treat the captain"
The old woman is the most skilled pharmacist in the elf.
If you prescribe a high-ranking recovery potion, a high elf as thin as a dead tree might regain consciousness as well.
But the chancellor shook his head left and right.
"No. Now she is working with Zaratan to connect her consciousness. Stop along the way and you will waste all your preparation and magic so far"
I closed my eyes and exhaled, it was a fat high elf.