King's capital extending beneath the starry sky.
Some three-story stone building, off the north of downtown. On that upstairs rooftop in the garden pond, a single turtle was swimming loosely.
After the spiritual treatment received by his Lord, all his family spoke and returned earlier.
(brilliant na magic deata)
Reminds me of state abnormal recovery and disease treatment. I have only rarely seen long lived Zaratans, such as magic that shines green or blue.
It would be a legend, or a mythological technique, given a person's lifespan.
(Good deed da)
A tortoise that narrows your eyes.
The wearing Lord has unimaginable power. Because it was very proud and delightful as a family member.
A human-shaped organism living in a forest. No more calls from elves, quiet in my head.
(Yuckli sleeping Larrell)
When you exhale in peace, you notice a light, green surface of water.
(M?)
If you turn up in search of the cause, the translucent leaves of the world tree are glowing. That's what's reflecting on the water.
By the way, the Lord calls the world tree, for some reason, the 'Herbal Tree'.
On the branches, the family head, the imobes, clinging in surprise. When you look back and look around, you can see the dangouts running from behind the garden forest.
"I got dizzy!
When we get between the world tree and the garden pond, we fly a big wave to ourselves.
Anything, the magic flow that was pulling in from deep into the ground, the amount of which suddenly increased, he said. If I may borrow the words of my family's senior General Dangolow, he says, "The vein has thickened."
"Come on! Quickly. '
Dangobees that look up and hang up. Beyond that, the eel is beating the branches with his ibo feet in a desperate manner.
Is that an achievement, eventually the luminescence of the world tree subsided and remained the same as usual?
"Surprised"
"You surprised me."
From the top of the branch says the eel, and the dangoose returns it from the bottom.
"What did you save?
'I don't know'
Zaratan was expanding and exploring his magical senses around him as he watched the two.
(Grand Charter "Magi Karta" ga loose ndanoka?
"Magi Carta", the Great Charter, is a magical net hung long ago to cover the world. It is a great magic that operates autonomously, using the magic of the world tree as a source of power.
I don't know why, but there are beginning to be debacles in Magi Karta, the grand charter that has never even swayed a little before. At least to Zaratan, it felt that way.
(... Solemo Liang Squid)
A people who once lived on their backs, mainly friends. He cooperated with the Elves and helped to maintain the Magi Karta, the grand charter.
But it's only his personal decision. It has nothing to do with me, and I have not even been asked to leave the Magi Karta, the Great Charter, in the future.
(Change Gaatte, Interesting)
Ever since I got the Lord now, I haven't had to be bored.
Tortoise nodding with satisfaction. If I had regained consciousness to two of my family members' predecessors, I would have spoken enthusiastically on the ground with the branches.
"All over the place"
"What can I do?
Apparently the interest of the forest sage, the imobes and the dirt-plowing dangouts, is more oriented to the results than to the cause.
He was a long-lived great spiritual beast who would start swimming again, looking forward to what would happen in the future.
Here is one of the studies by High Elves.
Magic circulating on a global scale. It is radiated through the world tree into the surface world, he says.
The emitted magic diffuses into the sky and eventually descends into the entire surface. To the ground. The magic that descends while absorbing various attributes to the surface slowly sinks into the depths of the earth.
And after the distracting years, they radiate from the world tree as pure magic again.
"Limit the number of world trees that may exist in the world to one"
It is the most important of the roles of the Magi Carta, some of the great charters. The flow of magic from the depths of the earth was thereby limited to one to the Spirit Forest.
But on this day, there comes a great deal of change in the earth's veins.
"Birth of a New Magic Supply Line"
A stream of magic suddenly branched apart, several of which reached the surface.
I don't know why. The only certainty is that it branched upstream, so the amount of magic reaching downstream decreased.
Fortunately, the Spirit Forest was equipped with the power to store magic. Thanks to this, the influence became calm and slow.
The stage moves from the Wang capital to the city north of the Empire. The time also goes until after noon the following day.
Outside the walls surrounding the northern city were numerous tents, surrounded by knights on one knee.
Many of them camp in the tent because the knights of the elves burned down parts of the city.
"May I report?"
A tent with roses painted on the black ground. In it, a pilot with a low but thick torso salutes.
The grand old man with short gray hair encouraged Eagle to keep snorting.
"The interrogation of the elf pilot is over. But there's no novelty."
Two elf pilots, captured in the previous night's war. They were both men, so they were being defeated and raped in the name of interrogation by the Rose Knights.
Uncle Rosehip nods quietly, although he bends his eyebrows slightly. That's what happened in Landburn, but it seems the elves are under magical measures not to divulge confidentiality.
Unfortunately, the magic of the people could not disarm it.
"After that, do as you please. But there may be a prisoner exchange, so don't break it."
Pilot of Rose Knights, a Rose Knights who rings his heels and replies sharply. However, he does not leave the tent and asks questions with his posture correct.
"Are you sure you don't want to taste it?
Short gray hair shaking her head left and right while holding her jaw with one hand.
"Thin, luxurious people like that, they don't really like it. Besides, I don't have much experience."
This is how Uncle Rosehip likes to have more fun together than give in.
I let the elves pierce me at Landburn only out of rarity. I wouldn't even deal with them if there wasn't such a reason, such as an elf that wasn't hairy enough to stop.
The pilot, who dared to ask as he knew his boss's defensive range, changed his tone of nigga and laughter.
But, Dad, the guy who burned the city has a lot of experience.
After holding it, it turns out that it is someone who loves roses. This form of love, which does not involve reproduction but is therefore purer, seems to exist among the elves as well.
To the boss who showed interest and raised his face, the pilot carries on the words.
"After we can afford to abuse our blame," don't think you can do something about yourself with people's crude things, "he said. Can you do something about it?"
The boss you hear reacts exactly as the pilot expects. He breathed deeply and swelled his chest, his neck, shoulders and fingers roaring with cockroaches.
"Trying the Rose Knights is good. Let me remind you something."
With a full look of temper, I order guidance. My men stepped forward and left the tent just waiting.
Stepping into one of the tents, what fills it is the refreshing fragrance reminiscent of the chestnut groves of early summer.
In the center are a slouchy man elf and a man elf who comes staring at us even as he is tied to the back of his hand. and those that surround them.
"I'm the head of the Rose Knights. Elves who do not know, how can you bear my blame after you have done so?"
Unpluck the belt as I say, and drop the pilots' clothes trousers on the floor. The man elf grinned with his nose as he glanced at Uncle Rosehip's weapon.
"The thickness and shape are pretty good, but not fatally long enough. You don't seem to enjoy such crude products very much."
Those members who are insulted by their beloved bosses and are physically and mentally sudden. Uncle Rosehip spreads his hands wide and puts down his men, looking cold down at the man elf sitting on the floor.
"I don't need words. Show me with your body."
When he squeezes his jaw toward his men, a few attach to the man elf, understanding his intentions. And when he removed the rope that was tying his wrist, he held his arm in and made his ass point at the leader of the regiment.
"Dauntless"
Nodding, Uncle Rosehip puts his hands on the thin hips of a man elf, and he gives up his weapon.
"Seems loose enough. You don't need to be ready."
And when you put an invincible grin on the edge of your mouth, you breathe loudly and scream.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
In an attempt to be ridiculed by a man elf, its length greatly exceeds the standards of the human race. Needless to say, the thickness and the size of the return.
Beat that vicious weapon to the roots with one breath. The gut-compressed man, Elf, exhaled from the depths of his lungs.
"First round trip"
The pull-out motion causes the return of the weapon to strongly rub the inner wall. But the man elf, only slightly, breaks his expression.
When I saw it, Uncle Rosehip's grin grew louder and deeper.
"Good, good. I haven't seen a strong enemy in a long time. I will do my best to deal with you."
Yellow screams rise from the surrounding members in the words. Some of them were bored and even let their nosebleeds erupt.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
In the eyebrow, a man elves with deep vertical creases.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
Now from the edge of the mouth, slight salivation drips.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
And the third time, my voice leaked.
"Isn't it working? You can ring sweeter."
The words of an extra-sounding Rosehip uncle, thrown from the top of his back. The man elf throws up as he makes a noise and eats up his teeth.
"It was just painful to be swayed. It doesn't feel good."
Doesn't look like a man elf, but Uncle Rosehip narrowed his eyes happily.
"That word or good. Then let's go on."
What started there was a series of endless beatings of the broken castle hammer Pyle Banker. Hot air erupts from Uncle Rosehip's body, and the fallen sweat creates a water reservoir on the floor.
Finally, the body of the man elf trembled and cheered from the members who were watching.
"Not yet, it's only reaching light. Don't tell me you won this."
He is also breathing rough and a big man with short gray hair who tells his men. The man elf being grabbed with both hands does not utter a word with his mouth open.
But those eyes still shine a strong light.
"Pilebunker, the broken castle hammer!
If the members hadn't restrained both shoulders and arms, the man elf's body must have flown to the edge of the room.
Yes, fiercely enough to convince the surroundings, Uncle Rosehip's thrust continues.
But among the fierce acts, Uncle Rosehip was calmly analyzing the situation.
(There are some conditions for not getting there for real)
Keep thinking as you use the spring all over your body to penetrate.
(From what I've said and done, it will hit the bottom. We don't see it coming with our weapons, so we can't afford it)
Uncle Rosehip gets an answer and hoists the edge of his mouth even more.
(If the sword doesn't arrive, you can use the flying tool. I'll tell you what's up there in the world)
Then stop one end movement and swell up with force into the general muscles.
The perimeter looked at the next hand of the captain, his mouth hidden with his hand and shouted.
"You're lying! You're leaving. 'Country collapse'. I've never seen it before."
If the broken castle gavel Pyle Banker is a gavel, the national collapse is shelling by artillery. Most opponents get on their knees with the broken castle hammer Pyle Banker, so cannons rarely turn up.
Most of them have only heard rumors about the long-standing Rose Knights.
"Whoa! Pregnant!
Uncle Rosehip pushes the man elf's head down hard as he eagles. And scream in the shape of a reddish-cut ghost.
At the next moment, a scorching mass released with an overwhelming amount of explosives crashes and burns to the deepest wall of the man elf.
The shock, even for a man, is, 'Aren't you going to get pregnant?' And so much so that I was attacked by fear.
……
Releasing a silent cry, the man elf finally falls. And he turned away, and journeyed to the other side of the gates of heaven.
Shortly after that, the man elf's abdomen looked luminescent.
"No?"
Uncle Rosehip leans his neck, questioning even as he immerses himself in the aftertaste. What interrupted it was the ground shake that followed.
I thought it was an enemy raid, but I can't hear the shouts informing me about it.
(The knight slipped his leg and even got a buttcake on it?
If the golem, which reaches eighteen meters tall, falls, the more you tilt the tent, the more you will rock the ground. A few of my men checked out of the tent and came back, but that's not what happened.
Sounds like an earthquake.
A team member who reports while scratching the back of his head with one hand.
Uncle Rosehip nodded and pulled out in large measure.
When the members release the body they were holding back, the man elf crushes to the floor with unconsciousness.
"Some will like this state. You can use it."
People's hobbies are diverse, and some people prefer them when they don't know what to translate.
A few men come as they take off their belts, smiling lightly.
One of them looked at the butt of a man elf lying on the floor and made a barbaric noise.
"Dad, something's come up."
With an astonishing look, Uncle Rosehip turns his eyes.
Then something like a gray egg glanced at his face about half way from where his own cannon had fit until earlier.
"What is this?
No one can answer Uncle Rosehip's question.
Staring, the eggs are pushed out completely and roll down to the floor as they pull the white thread.
……
Uncle Rosehip takes the egg while bending his eyebrows wide.
"Something makes it look like it's moving inside. Are you okay, sir?
"Captain, shouldn't you let go of my hand?"
The pilots of the Rose Knights make a mouthful of worrying voices. But the grey-haired, short-haired big man kept his eggs flat on his hand without throwing them away.
The egg suddenly cracked after shaking left and right for a while.
"Whew!"
Uncle Rosehip keeps staring at the loud and distant members of the crew with an obnoxious face.
Soon the shell cracks and a white creature emerges from inside. It would be because it was just born, it feels wet overall.
Standing creatures as everyone's gaze gathers. And while shaking his short feathers patterned, he rang a pimple at Uncle Rosehip.
"... is that Hiyoko?
One of the people approaching says as he peeks in. But soon I carry on the words with a twist on my neck.
"But a leg like a beast sticks to the back. Birds on top and cat-like on bottom"
Squeezing indoors. Running his eyes around him, Uncle Rosehip sips with an uninteresting look.
"Rose Knights Rose Knights, don't make a scene to this extent!
After silencing his surroundings, he returns his gaze to the mysterious creature on his palm.
"I don't know what it is, but isn't it funny? Let's talk to His Excellency the Knights of the Imperial Knights."
When I'm done saying it, I put the chick on the nearby table and turn my back. So the surrounding members raised their voices.
The chick chased Uncle Rosehip and fell off the table.
Stand with birdy front legs and cat-like back legs as everyone breathes and watches. Then he rushed straight to the feet of his short grey hair.
"... I think he thinks he's a parent."
This member just said, "Pregnant! 'I remember the word, and I imagine I could have done it with a man elf. I shake my head immediately and get rid of my ridiculous thoughts.
Turning to his boss, he stared at the chick clutching to his boot with a mixed look of tannin and confusion.
"I don't have a choice. I'll take care of you."
So when you twist it up with both hands, you turn your back on everyone, Uncle Rosehip.
The members of the Rose Knights were somewhat annoyed.