After the chairman of the high elf fell hard, the choice of a successor could be rubbed.
Few people want to be in a difficult pile of situations.
But now is the time to raise your hand. Or as one of the 'Historical Speakers', those who want their portraits lined up in the conference room.
They were also few.
"I pray silence"
Says the high elf with the tired look on his shoulder, sitting in the chair.
His position is' Acting Speaker '. No matter how many times the vote was repeated, it did not reach a majority and it was not possible to elect a' Speaker '.
As a result, the man on his shoulder, who was an adjunct, took his seat unauthorized.
"The decreasing magic emitted by the world tree. And I'm sure you've heard of the adversaries of the world (World Enemy) and Griffon."
Watch everyone snort and carry on the words in a sigh.
"Even worse news has come in. They're beginning to grow plants that aren't supposed to be seen outside the Spirit Forest, with places spraying dark magic all over the world."
Ignoring the blurring out, Acting Speaker continues.
"It would be the decreasing portion of the world tree. I don't know why that happened."
Next I looked back and saw a tapestry of a large map hung on the wall.
A large circle emerges all over the map, dyeing the inside of the circle in thin red.
"This is the approximate position of the eruption site. Because Griffon is preying on the Spirits of the Wind, the information is not accurate."
Waiting for everyone to finish looking at the map, the Acting Speaker points to one place. That's just southeast of the Spirit Forest, the location of the northern countries.
Only there was a dark red dot struck, not a large circle of light color.
"Because of the proximity, I was able to confirm only here. The white lady appears, but her size is beyond the length of a person's back."
It springs up again, a big twist.
There are no sightings even in the Spirit Forest, such as a white lady (White Lady) who is bigger than a man. Consider the fairly dark magic pouring in, I'm sure of it.
"For the sake of investigation, I'm going to send those inside, what do you think?
It passed unanimously on this matter.
By the way, there's a reason why the high elves themselves don't go to the investigation. We see it as a despicable task to get out of the Spirit Forest and into the kingdom of mankind.
"I would now like to move on to the next agenda"
Two were presented: 'Offer to fight together in the kingdom' and 'Use the Spirit Cannon against the Great Hole'.
But both arguments were disputed and there was nothing to decide. Because their true meaning was' I don't like both '.
Pride interrupted the fight, and the world tree was afraid of hurting when it came to spiritual artillery.
Now the chancellor's going down, too.
Acting Speaker, shaking his head small to the left and right, exhaling loudly.
What is in front of you is the appearance of colleagues who curse their opponents aloud. Not very much, but I don't think he was chosen as Magi Karta, the grand charter, and Selected Shinriko et al.
And now the Knights Commander and the pharmacist's old lady are out.
If the two of them joined in and made drastic remarks, the fat high elves, who are now sitting in a relaxed and grumpy manner, would not be silent either.
(It's the same as the bickering at the tavern in the back)
The Acting Speaker sat back in the chair deeply and looked up at the ceiling with a pitiful look.
Here's one very short old story.
Over hundreds of years ago, in the uro of a branch near the top of a world tree, a griffon of connections was nesting.
Warm up only one egg at a time alternately and go hunting in alternation.
I kept doing that, but the meth hasn't come home in the last few days.
(Occasion. How many kaattanoka?
Griffon is a superior presence in the Spirit Forest. Unless it's a territorial battle with a similarly qualified being, I won't lose my life that way.
Trouble, I think about my wife and sharpen my nerves. Then I was able to capture the waves faintly.
(... Injury citeirna)
That would have been due to the couple's connection.
He can't seem to fall to the surface because he's damaged his wings and legs. My husband decides to go help.
(Sugni back. Adult Sik Toteiro)
When the eggs are hidden behind the uro, the griffon hangs the magic of cover and protection. And when you jump out of the uro, you circle forcefully into the winged universe.
I feel roughly in the direction where my wife is. It was near the roots of the world tree, near the nest of human-shaped organisms.
(troublesome na place da)
Those men, for some reason, persevere in their own tangles. The only salvation would be not coming to do you harm.
(Come Luna, Dato?
A griffon male tilting his neck to a weak wave that reaches intermittently.
But there's no way I can keep my injured wife. We had to speed up and skip to the surface.
Eggs wait. My father and mother are coming back.
A day has passed, a week has passed, and a month has passed.
Parents don't show up. Only a year, ten years and time go by.
Parents who were giving magic with the act of warming. With it gone, only the slightest magic of the world tree encourages eggs to grow.
Yet the years still brought maturity to the eggs.
But eggs don't hatch. That would be due to the properties of the griffon, 'If there were no asylum seekers, they wouldn't hatch'.
Parents, or beings that may be Lord by summons. The egg was in the thickness, waiting for it to show up.
The old story is over, the time is present. The location is in the north city, moving to the Rose Knights tent.
Inside the captain's tent, Uncle Rosehip trained the spiritual beasts who became his family.
"Sweet! Don't think that'll hunt the prey!
An angry, gray-haired, short-haired, spine-running, grand old man. He stands naked in the center of his private room, hands in the back of his head.
The giant mite (sandworm) in the groin stands to intimidate. Aiming sharply at it, a little bird was flying around the room.
"Pi."
A white bird folds its wings with the ringing and increases its velocity as it descends. Place your forelegs forward and push your nails against a giant blemish (sandworm).
Moment after moment, Uncle Rosehip's eyes glistened.
"Humph!"
With temper, grind your hips wide. The swinging giant mite (sandworm) slaps the little bird as the bat hits the white sphere back.
White birds like swordfish fall to the floor when they squeal small. The difference with the swordfish would be the color and the cat-like back legs.
"The captain is also Spartan. You've just been able to fly lately, haven't you? Uh, this griffon."
One of the rose knights, Rose Knight, spoke with a smiley face. He came to pick up the captain in order to go on a regular patrol.
Because we were in the middle of a battle, we watched the game in the corner of the room until it was settled.
Picking up a griffon with his eyes turned, Uncle Rosehip opens his mouth with a rugged look.
"Sooner or later, he must return to the Spirit Forest. It's the role of foster care to be able to live in the wild."
That's why you have to grow it tough. and continue, putting the regained consciousness little bird on his head.
"Is that what this is about?"
It was Rose Knight, a rose knight who shrugged his shoulders and flattened his hands upwards.
Immediately dressed in pilots' clothes, Uncle Rosehip boards his own Class A knight with his griffon stopped on his head.
At first, I chased him away from the cockpit, but he gave up because he was too persistent.
When you close your chest armor and fill the cockpit with magic, Griffon puffs your mouth with a wave that sounds delightful.
"I don't mind eating. But weigh yourself. It's not as bottomless as energy."
Uncle Rosehip tells him with a bitter look as he looks over his head.
You know what I mean or not, he was a white little bird jumping down his groin with a single "Pii" chirp.
The king's capital is Tauro's home, a forest in the garden.
I had an imbecile on my right shoulder and I was taking a morning walk. Today's plans are to deliver potions to the Merchant Guild and then venture into the Pleasure Street to open up new stores.
It's a familiar place, but there's still a lot to know. The current situation is that parks with go-go bars and 'stand-ups' are not pointing their feet at each other to avoid danger.
"Because of this, I think I'll show my face to my aunt"
An aunt is the owner of the assisted coffee shop Bell Talk. It feels bulky and fun to talk to.
Sometimes they let us use it as a resting place to take the ladder.
"With that said, is a torsional angle (capricorn) injury good?
Crowded in white mushrooms, a herd of warcraft about as many bean grains as they roam. Ask as you see it at your feet.
It's too small to be confirmed by me, but I thought you said that.
A dandelion crawling next door moves its tentacle towards the torsional angle (capricorn). After doing something that sounds like a conversation with one of the advancing heads, I look back here.
"Go."
Dangolo, I hear this injury is a testament to the fact that he has become a "long man."
Imagine, but it must be a wound received in a duel between males who decide on the length. If you mean "Injury to Honor," you don't even know what you want to leave behind.
"Right. If you change your mind, tell him to offer."
Nodding at my words, Dangolow turns around.
(There's no point in starting treatment.)
If you don't pull the line, you'll be pushing me and me.
So only the Spirit Beast, a family member, is deciding. Even if one step is conceded, it is even the head of the Warcraft.
I don't want to interfere with the ecology of the Warcraft as much as I can.
"Hmm? What?"
Imosuke pushes my cheek with her head when she thinks about it. He wants to ask you something.
"Which one would you prefer?
Although it is still a matter of time ago, I would like to present the summer vegetables. Specifically, eggplant and cucumber, just like last year.
Because of my praise that it is good and good, it seems that I am willing to make it again this year.
"I wonder which one."
It's nothing to water your motivation, so I'll think with you. If you can't eat it, you can recommend it to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
"Hmm."
I think of Mr. Cool's martial arts daughter-like appearance, arms and groans.
Eggplant that comes with guts in the stew and deep cucumbers in the palate. People will have their own preferences.
(I specialize in rotating system moves, and Mr. Cool, who gets screwed off, is a cucumber. Nas if you are a teacher who teaches light patrols with cutting system moves)
Reminds me of the cleavage of the headrest table and the groin is sweet and noggly.
"What do you think of Dangolow?
Crouching down and talking, the dangoose returns the answer after a little worrying.
"Both?"
Quite a bold proposal, that is the General.
With your mouth back and forth, imagine Mr. Cool chewing vegetables. So I noticed a serious problem.
(Can a rotating move be used on more than one opponent?
If it's disconnected, it's fine. But rotation on a bi-axis with different angles should be physically impossible.
The axis of the two men will not be horizontal even if they are caught from the front and back.
That means she can't turn anymore if she's attacked and stabbed by more than two people)
It will just be turned unilaterally. An unexpected weakness came to Mr. Cool, who seemed invincible until now.
(If it's a game format, there can't be more than one. But what she aims for is a knight pilot)
It could be lost and captured on the battlefield and swarmed by men. He was defeated and raped in the northern countries, like the mature Viscount of the Empire.
Can Mr. Cool bear it when he deals with too many people?
(... this should be cautioned)
I look up and I tell the two of them to wait for a response.
"Right, I'll give you both a present"
I think of Dangolow's back with my hands.
Cucumber in his right hand, eggplant in his left hand, and said, 'Can you turn? If you ask, you'll notice your weakness about Mr. Satirical Cool.
At the same time, what am I worried about?
(There are other things I don't like)
When we were watching the game together in the Sacred Capital, he said, 'Death Sickle of Reapers, that opposite is hard on me'.
If you rotate on a curved axis, you are scratched hard inside. You won't be able to use the fast rotation you're good at.
(I'm the boss, the pilot's senior. I want to send them out without anxiety)
You can't beat a bending stick, and dealing with more than one won't break your heart. If you've been raped in defeat, I'll pay you back.
I want it to be her like that. The only subject to whom the first food (unicorn) succumbs is the first.
"Can you make it into a bent shape? I'd rather be sturdy if I could."
To my question, I shake my head vertically. It seems to be cheap.
Like this? and circle around with your head.
"The pig's tail is overbent. Maybe three moons."
Next, from the foot, the dangouts propose. But this time it's dismissed.
"We don't need thorns. And make sure the length and thickness are normal."
I have trouble trying too hard if I don't tell them the details. Creative ingenuity is preferred, but it makes no sense that it can no longer be used for its original purpose.
"Whoa?"
When I'm giving instructions, a magic formation shines in the center of the pond, and about twenty centimeters of turtles show up.
This is how the Great Spirit Beast, which can use metastatic magic, sometimes goes out. They're bringing the creature.
"Welcome home Zaratan"
When I call, I come swimming this way.
With more magic in the woods, let's pull what we've never been able to feed.
Shellfish?
If you look at him, he's got about a thumb on his back, Shakoguy. Sounds like a kind of warcraft.
Attention should be paid to the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancers and Twisted Angles (Capricorns). In the water bath, they pinch their legs when they irritate and piss them off.
It's bigger than heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer, so if you get dragged into this, you'll drown.
"Don't put me too near the shore."
Zaratan snorts at my words. Swimming offshore, he drops shellfish from his back as a doven. And he's back again.
"You said you might be able to take a pearl?
That's shellfish. Give it to a woman and she'll be delighted.
Zaratan gave me more information, thinking about how big it would be, etc.
"From the Spirit Forest, the Warcraft are beginning to move?
Says he saw a herd of warcraft flying away without a herd as he moved to the sea and was marching at sea.
Everything tells me that there have been magical places everywhere lately. It was easy for the Warcraft to live in, and eventually the Spirit Beast would migrate.
"Is it one of those things that has increased the magic here"
A few days ago, when I woke up in the morning, Imoske and Dangolo taught me.
Asked while recalling the scene at that time, Zaratan affirmed.
"The Spirit Forest is getting harder to live in, so I guess it's okay."
If you have more than one relocation destination, you won't be fighting the Knights of the Kingdom to get here like a heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer.
I don't mind coming, but that's the problem along the way.
"Oh, is that great?"
Imosque and Dangolo, who were listening beside him, come to complain with excitement.
Try turning a magical land into a spiritual beast that favors it, and it will matter. But I'm not coming with one pin right now.
"No, it would be serious for the elves who had a monopoly on magic resources"
It comes to mind there and makes me feel better. But the next thing you know, you noticed something about me.
Fist in the mouth, frown root and think.
"... the fact that the Warcraft is starting to move will also affect my work."
It has nothing to do with warcraft, such as the borders of the people. You should go the shortest distance towards your destination.
If a large herd of warcraft approaches the city, the Knights will have to go out. If the passage of the streets is threatened, it is the turn of the Merchant Alliance Knight.
"Maybe I'll be busy."
Do you have time to go to the eastern country?
I was just anxious to look forward to traveling outside the country.