The time is morning tea time. The spring sun falls, and the leaves of the garden forest trees reflect the light blindly.
"Yu Nikon"
Imoske informed me that he was cleaning and preparing drinks to welcome guests.
(That's Mr. Cool. Just a short time before the appointment)
Glimpse of the wall-mounted clock, me nodding. Sounds like her.
Mr. Cool is the winner of the last Holy Capital Divine Game by making it Jayanne's sideline. And it's also the Phantom's First Eat (Unicorn) of my secret society of evil, The Dying Regiment.
He wanted me to say hello and report something, so he wanted me to make time.
"I was invited to the pilot's school."
My front, Mr. Cool sitting on the couch in the reception set tells me.
The use came from the Knights of the Kingdom, and they begged him to 'take the exam because I think it has qualities'.
My spine stretches out softly and my work is beautiful. The quiet and Rin atmosphere reminds me of the wives and daughters of the Martial Family.
"From what I can tell, you seem talented."
Me answering while opening the confectionery fold I got.
Coming out of the inside was a white bun wrapped in leaves. The refreshing green scent tickles the nasal cavity and leaks an accidental grin.
He says it like any other HR, but I'm the one who recommended it.
"I've got all the knights, but not enough pilots this time"
His sketchy, macho best friend, who holds his place in the Knights of the Kingdom, cried and told him his name.
I'd like to ask the chief about that.
Her eyes gleaming with glitter, her heart bouncing wide. Was it a bad idea to divulge personal information?
(No, I just told him the possibilities. I didn't give you my address or contact information)
Fact is, I don't know that stuff. The only way for me to get in touch with Mr. Cool is via Jaanne.
Tell yourself, pretend to be as calm as possible. And as he carried the teacup to his mouth, he urged Mr. Cool to follow.
"Tell me more about defeat rape"
"What?"
What came to my mind was a big question mark. It is an unexpected question.
Nevertheless, why defeat rape? I couldn't get it together and told her everything I knew.
"... I see, only a pilot can rape a pilot. And the pilot said it was possible for anyone who participated in the battle."
He embarked on himself in a serious way and nodded over and over again, Mr. Cool.
When I finished listening to the explanation, I was often silent. He looked straight at me as he corrected his posture and pulled his jaw.
"Pilot's school entrance exam, I'm going to take it"
I have no intention of disputing her decision. But I wanted to know why I decided that.
"Oh, yeah? But why?"
To me, Mr. Cool answers quietly.
"If you have a first object on the other side, you can rape Kan without asking questions."
Bend both ends of your mouth slightly up and make a satanic smile. And I went on with the words.
"I've also been tired of waiting like this lately. I want to go out here and hunt."
Really positive. People who have a solid purpose in life still live differently.
But I think.
(Whatever the Warcraft exorcism is, if you ride a knight to the battlefield, it's not 'hunting'. Sometimes I lose my life)
How far do you understand that?
You must have taken my gaze and realized you were worried. Put your expression back, now it's time to smile quietly.
"Don't worry. I'm ready to be raped, even if I want to."
I wasn't engaged.
"No, not only because of rape, but also because you could die, right?
What can I say for myself, but it is a profession that is irrevocably risky. When I tell him with a serious look, Mr. Cool stares back at him as well.
"For the first thing, it's worth dying for. I think so."
Not at all shaky. The blindness almost leaves me in my hands.
She will never regret the fact that she is going to risk her life on the battlefield. I keep choosing my path responsibly.
"... well. I am truly proud to have my first meal (unicorn) with me."
Movements of expression I showed for a moment, that would undoubtedly illuminate.
"But don't you have to focus on the pilot? It's not like there's a lot of inexperienced pilots and soldiers."
Either way, I think the opposite is true.
To my doubts, Mr. Cool told me that the end purpose was different.
"Sooner or later, I will embark on a journey"
It's self-evident what you want, so shut up and listen.
"Having acquired the power to deal with knights and experience in action. And I think these two things are going to be a big weapon for freedom."
I remember being told. I tend to forget when I'm in the king's capital, but this world is full of danger.
Safe is about a trip to a tourist destination by the wealthy. If we go a little off in the kingdom, we could be attacked by a warcraft and devastated by every carriage.
It would be nothing but a woman wandering the border by herself to a dead place.
"Even if you haven't decided what to use, you want to get the weapons you get and polish them."
To my words, Mr. Cool snorts quietly. But right after that, my gaze moves behind my back.
After a long gaze, he tilted his neck slightly and glanced back at me.
(sharp)
The gaze I could turn on myself, I guess I felt that. Wrap your tongue around your heart.
That's me. She took a chill and glanced back at me again. I laughed unexpectedly at that appearance.
Because I had a wave that Mr. Cool wouldn't hear.
"Over here!
"What do we do? Stop? '
The ones emanating are Imosque and Dangolo. He is my family, the Spirit Beast, and he is also the deputy chief and general of the Dying Regiment.
Actually, two of them asked me to introduce them to her. But he sees the real thing up close, and he's butting in.
(Though at first, he said it was fine with the presence of shadows)
A garden forest that has been enriched with twisted corners (capricorns). They showed that to others and wanted to hear what they thought.
(Well, if you make it, you will)
Garden or whatever, but at first I make it for myself to enjoy. But the next thing I know, I want people to see it.
Today, when Mr. Cool told me that he was coming, he decided to show himself.
The reason I chose her is because she is the Phantom of the Dying Regiment. If you choose, he thought so.
(Lightning was respectful when he saw the Spirit Beast, and Mr. Cool would be fine)
When I was consulted, I also nodded at the suggestions of my relatives. But first, before you do that, throw her a question and see how she reacts.
"By the way, do you know what" Spirit Beast "is?
Mr. Cool replied with very little of that on the table, while suddenly being slightly confused by the shaken topic.
"Yes, like being a superior spirit and having flesh. We hear that some species and individuals possess much more magic and wisdom than humans."
There is nothing in that voice that makes you feel disgusted or harmful. I nodded hard and opened my mouth.
"As a matter of fact, we talked before, deputy chiefs and generals of the dying regiment. They're both spiritual beasts."
Mr. Cool, who doesn't change his expression and pierces his silence. I look back and give the signal that you can come out.
The five-year-old larvae of the magpie butterfly, twenty centimetres long, from the shade of the bookshelf, and the fifteen centimetre dangoose, appeared.
Dangobee, by the way, has already taken off Iga's armor. The two of them crawl down the slab floor towards me.
"This is Deputy Chief Imosuke. So this is the General's Dangolo."
I lifted him off the floor. I put him on my lap. Mr. Cool bows his head to those two correctly and deeply at the fold.
Rich breasts are sexy.
"I'll catch your eye for the first time. My name is First Food (Unicorn). Be good in the future."
They were the first nervous Imosques, but send out a wave of relief and return a greeting.
I can't convey my will directly to her, so it's a message game via me. But still, it seems to have been well communicated.
"You don't seem too surprised."
I don't even pry into why I'm here. Speaking of like her, that's it, but I'm more surprised.
Mr. Cool shrugged his shoulders small and exhaled, returning the words to me with eyes.
"The chief himself doesn't seem to have noticed, but from the outside, it's a lot out of standard."
So even with the Spirit Beast, I say it's not too surprising.
(I was going to refrain, but from people's point of view, maybe so)
There are verses that come to mind. When I show up, the crowd in the lobby of the whorehouse cracks. Besides, some people even call it "One of the Biperfections of the Wangdu Hanayou Realm" or "Mistress".
(But when I weigh myself down any more, I can't enjoy it)
Without much reflection, I think.
Mr. Cool, who was sighing and watching like that, gave me some advice.
"But spiritual beasts are very rare outside the Spirit Forest. I thought it would be better if I didn't let it touch people's eyes."
I went on to give the name of her colleague, the Exploding Bottom Sister.
"Her, for example. I showed a strong obsession with the fruit that the chief gave me before."
Me snorting as I listen.
I wanted Vintage, and I even got a fight on the bed that I had avoided until then. Sure, it's just, "I Love Citrus Sister" doesn't fit.
"I also listen to talented students, who make a name for themselves at the Royal School of Magic. Don't take a sweet look at that desire for knowledge and exploration."
If you ask me, I have a verse in mind.
Uncontextual question after the other day's play. I knew Zaratan's anecdotes, and I cared about Vintage.
"I see. I'll be careful."
Aside from the lightning you've already seen the Imosques, you should carefully select who you can let know.
I ask Mr. Cool, who I'm going to meet. I'm talking about Teaching Little Inspector.
(Your mouth looks stiff, and I think you'll be fine)
I asked for an opinion on what it was like, but the response was light.
"No problem. Because she's fallen."
"Fallen?
Ask me back, Mr. Cool, narrow your eyes with a swordswallowing look.
"Didn't you pack it up every day and let it fall"
Me and Teaching Light Patrol who stand with it, trying to be a hundred days old. Even with Mr. Cool, he said it was a ritual to relieve him of the cold in his heart.
"If you reveal a serious secret, you'll be happy, and you can't divulge it to anyone."
You can trust me more than you trust me.
It's an honor.
Have you ever been admired so far in your previous life? Besides, they are good with their appearance personality.
That it was worth a hundred days of visiting Baidu. Exactly my big wish seems to have been fulfilled.
"Hmm?"
Imosuke over my thigh pushed me in the stomach with his head and turned my consciousness towards you. He wants to show his first food (unicorn) his proud woods.
With my face up, I invite Mr. Cool to the garden.
"Imosques want to show you a garden hung in hand salt."
And we'll take them and divide them into garden woods. It is narrow, but Mr. Cool also has the protection of the imosquet, and there is nothing like treading trees or grass to fold it.
"This big is the herbal tree, and this is Vintage. Fruit in the meantime. Besides, these flowers look good for a first meal."
Imosque speaking enthusiastically via me. Mr. Cool returns it in good faith, albeit quietly.
A wave of great satisfaction is emanating not only from Imosuke but also from Dangolo.
Sounds like you totally liked Mr. Cool.
Of the dying regiment, the face-to-face encounter between man and the spiritual beast is a great success. By the way, the turtle was swimming in the pond in a way that didn't involve me.
The place is far from the king's capital, to the Spirit Forest.
I have the job of "Looking Around the World Tree". It takes about ten days to walk around the main trunks and branches of a giant world tree.
That's not the end of the story, of course, but I also submit it as a report. A high elf with a plain feel, almost went it alone.
"The amount of magic emitted by the world tree has been greatly reduced"
The first thing I noticed about it was the pattern of work.
(Definitely)
The last number, comparing it to a compilation of records for several years, gives him certainty.
In order to make the report, I rushed to the chairman's office with the materials I had prepared, but unfortunately he was away.
When asked who was in the room, he said he went to visit the healing home inside.
"Did she regain consciousness"
A high-elf who sounds surprised, with reporting materials compiled on a single piece of paper.
She is the best water magic operator in the elf. He was caught in an accident while exercising his magic and was still being transported into a state of gravity.
(Perhaps just fine)
On a stretcher headed to the healing home, the old lady in the high elf left the word 'Enemy of the World (World Enemy)'.
The world's enemies (World Enemy) are harmless to the world's trees, but have never been confirmed before. Appearances are limited to gaga stories.
(But if you say that, it's also the first time the output of the world tree has dropped significantly)
Sometimes old stories contain the metaphor Ayu. It may help you find a cause or solution.
"Thanks. I'll go"
He taught me to thank the high-elf on his shoulder, and the high-elf with a plain impression left the office behind.
A healing home in the elves, somewhat off. In one of the wooden church-like buildings, there is a chancellor.
In the bed in front of me, an old lady in a high elf who laid down. And on the chair by the bed sat a skinny high elf like a dead tree, peeling the apple with a clumsy hand.
He was also hospitalized here, captain of the Knights of the Elves, and had been immersed in her room since he could walk on crutches.
"I was in tune with Zaratan's eyes, but I could see the world tree. It's definitely not the same here."
The chancellor wrinkles at the root of his eyebrows with his hands on his chin.
"Another World Tree" and "Guardian of the Spirit's Lake, which was thought to have headed there". When those two are clearly communicated as facts, they are heavy, even if they are prepared.
"There were giant warcraft like a pile of needles, like Zaratan, and they roamed the roots of a world tree."
So I suddenly raised my tension and said, 'That's the enemy of the world! The world is in danger!' After shouting, an old woman puts her hands on her forehead and causes pain.
What failed and underpinned the explosion was the magic of spiritual harmony. Because of this, he still has severe headaches.
"That's settled. Use the Spirit Cannon."
The Knights chief says as he offers the old lady a small piece of apple he gave at the end of the fork.
"The place is probably the deepest part of the big hole. Burn down every tree in the world (World Enemy). And it all comes down to pieces."
A large hole is a huge, bowl-shaped hole that suddenly appeared in the southeast of Landburn, even a kilometer in diameter.
World Tree, Ambrosia, Zaratan. I wonder if it has anything to do with them. It is the place where the class B knights were dispatched and repelled by knights believed to be the survivors of the Elf royal family.
"What do you do with burning the next generation of world trees? And Zalatan."
With a rugged look and a hard voice, the chancellor to say it back. But the old man, lean as a dead tree, raises one eyebrow and opens his mouth like a fool.
"We should assume that Zalatan was hit because the contact was cut off. Besides, if the world's enemies (World Enemy) come here, there's no way to fight them."
You're too close to pointing a spiritual cannon.
"When bugs gush, burn down every tree. That would be the best, wouldn't it? If the world tree burns, won't it solve all the problems?"
The survival of the Elf royal family and the empire manipulated by it. Those involved in the hub will be at the side of the world tree.
The blow of the Spirit Cannon may bring them all back to the ashes of Kaijin.
It's an abusive and irresponsible proposal, but my heart is attracted to the advantage of making it easier.
"... what if it's not a big hole?
The chancellor had the best mouth to say so.
"What, then you have to figure it out again, and burn it. Spirit cannons can still be shot. It's not over in one shot."
Crush the possibilities one by one. and continued, the Knights captain laughing like he was broken upwards. The chancellor's face staring at it is even tougher than it was earlier.
"Spirit Cannon" is unleashed using the magic of the World Tree, the greatest attack magic of the Elves. It is powerful, but its magic consumption is enormous.
(One shot would definitely reduce the lifespan of the world tree a lot)
When I was speechless, I heard a knock.
The chancellor sees the old woman, confirms her snort and allows her to enter the room.
"Excuse me. I heard you were here."
What showed up was a high-elf with a plain impression.
It would be a rush to talk about a world tree lookout coming after us this far. The chancellor retightens his mind and recommends the chair to a plain high elf.
The hip-down looker turned a piece of paperwork to this side and began reporting.
"… that the amount of magic emitted by the world tree has been greatly reduced?
To confirm the chancellor, the lookout nods.
The graph pointed out in the flat of his hand was suddenly depressed after a long progression to the side.
"It is not an error or measurement error. In fact, at the end of the branches, the density of the leaves' thriving 'solder' has dropped."
Not directly above the inside of the elf, but says the twigs have become more prominent in the outer periphery.
The chancellor shook his head loudly in his heart and expressed a grudge against his great forefathers.
(What does the Magi Karta, the Great Charter, do)
"Magi Karta", the grand charter, is a grand magic created long ago by the Elves in total strength.
The role lays the rules laid down by the elves in this world, which is lawless except for the management of nature. The magical net covers the whole world and keeps moving from the magic of the world tree to its source.
If you're working properly, this can't happen. The chancellor strongly thinks so.
(It's supposed to be an ancient crystal of wisdom, with lots of parts that we still can't decipher)
At the time, the Elves were the most talented magicians, but unfortunately much of the material was lost.
The cause is because the man who mistaken the great feat of his ancestors for his own named the 'king'.
That night when they were dragged off the throne because of their stupidity. In the midst of the "Bloodless Revolution," it was scattered.
(Because of that, we have to suffer now)
The chancellor, who was not even born at the time, is now quite old. I feel tired in my mind and body, rubbing between my eyebrows and exhaling deeply.
At that time, the sound of running down the hallway sounds high.
Without even knocking, the visitor opened the hospital room door and looked for the chancellor.
"This is Lady's hospital room. Get lost."
Louder in the face. But the chancellor despises a long, high-elf with an unfathomable impression.
He is "Team Leader of the Exploration Squad". They use the magic of the World Tree to unleash the Spirit of the Wind every day and gather information.
"Griffon appeared"
Ignoring the chancellor's reprimand, the squad leader tells him.
The shock of its content was enormous, and the chancellor, the old woman, the chief of the knights, everyone in this room often lost their word.
"Griffon?"
The squad leader nods at the dreaded old woman who re-hears.
The old woman opened her eyes wide and screamed with her half body up from the bed.
"You're lying. It wasn't supposed to be extinct. No, they must have extinct him!
Griffon is a powerful and dangerous spiritual beast, but the reason the High Elves are upset is apart from that.
As a symbol of the Elf royal family, it is a condition of succession to the throne. Because it was such a special position.
"I'm listening. He said that he had attracted the Lord" Sagittarius "to the bait and trapped him and captured him. And now he's using the captured griffon to lure out another griffon and catch it."
For the Elves, they are not merely spiritual beasts.
If anyone succeeds in being a relative, there will surely be those who say, 'This man was recognized as king by Griffon'.
That is why it is a spiritual beast that should not be there for those who sat in the cauldron repeatedly pulling the kingdom.
"Oh, it took me over a decade to sweep it up, and then there were no sightings for decades"
Says the headmaster of the unfathomable exploration squad. Statistically speaking, he said it's good to see that he's gone.
The Knights chief asks the old lady to hold her forehead again.
"Where is the place? It's still a big hole."
To that, a squad leader shaking his head left or right with a bitter look.
"I don't know. The spirits of the wind are confused. They eat next, and very few come back."
Wind-manipulating griffons do not give freedom to fragile wind spirits for exploratory purposes. It's like mosquitoes can't fly against the wind, and they're led by wind magic and drawn into their mouths.
"… World Tree, Ambrosia, Zaratan, Enemy of the World (World Enemy), Griffon"
Speaker crushing downwards, sitting in a chair. Suddenly he presses his belly and kneels to the floor with a bitter expression.
"Speaker!"
Even though the high elves in the lookout support the surprise, the chancellor is spraying massive amounts of sweat along with a distressed look.
The pressure of a turbulent era destroyed his stomach.