High Elf Hall set in the trunk of the World Tree.
There was also a meeting there today. New information came in.
"In the city north of the Empire, he said he saw Griffon."
Sitting in the chair, I tell you, shoulder high elves. He was completely old in just a few hours because of his unauthorized surrogate duties.
It was the merchants of the people who brought the news into the elves.
Even though we are stopping the deal, the Empire cannot completely refuse to let people in and out. With the charm of gold and color, there are those who visit at their own risk.
"The North City? Wasn't it a big hole?"
One asks as he bends his eyebrows to suspicion.
It's southeast of Landburn, a golem-high giant land. They expected there to be the next generation of world trees and descendants of the Elf royalty.
"Come nearby. I think you might want to fan those inside."
What I returned was a thick eyebrow high elf sitting next to me.
"The northern city is just south of the Spirit Forest. There will be no more land to work on."
The attendees make a bitter look at the words that went on.
"It keeps growing because it can't be transported outside, a pile of garbage that produces bad odor and smudges out rotting liquid"
"Shortage of goods to stop trading and exacerbate"
"Not Improved, Drinking Water Quality"
The patience of those who are already inside is close to the limit. A large, swollen balloon of dissatisfaction would burst with a needle prick.
And if all this is a mockery by descendants, then it is done entirely.
Regrettably, that's what I said about the Elves.
"... the survival of the royal family is manipulating the empire from behind. I wish I'd noticed that a little sooner."
Attendees strongly agree with the regret of the thick eyebrowed high elf.
The high elves were afraid. That the anger of the people inside will come upon us.
If the power of numbers outweighs the quality of high elves, what awaits is another revolution.
"Bury Alive"
Having a culture that abhors local attributes, the Elves therefore particularly dislike this way of dying.
The queen at the time of the "Bloodless Revolution" seems to have touched her mind where she was buried to her shoulders.
"… I want to tell you one more thing."
In a sighing tone, the Acting Speaker's shoulder exhales words.
"Recently, some of the men inside collided with the guards guarding this building."
Those who live near a pile of garbage say they came to protest in groups.
"Let me see Master High Elf!
Neither demanded nor heard that, they tried to shake off the guards' deterrence and approach the hall.
Ultimately, it was eliminated by force, but a lot of injuries appeared on the residents' side.
"This won't end. Increase the number of people and they should come back. All the way until it's resolved."
Acting Speaker covering his face with both hands.
The spine of the attendees freezes as the end station called "Revolution" approaches more than expected.
"We have to take action. Immediately."
A thick eyebrow high elf that strengthens your expression and shivers your voice.
Feeling its own crisis close, the conference has changed from cursing each other to constructive. With unparalleled speed, opinions aggregate to go.
"Kill the Elf Royal Descendants with Griffon and Destroy the Empire"
Lightly defined goals. The next item discussed was the means to that end.
"Using Spirit Cannons"
I have no objection to this either. Because there was no other hand.
The proposal to join hands with the Kingdom has been discarded. I have rubbed with the northern countries, but the biggest reason is that the kingdom was disrespectful.
The Elves turned their messengers to the influential kingdom in order to appeal the outrage of the Niceacasian nation.
The Prime Minister he met did not answer the matter, but instead made a request.
"In recent times, the warcraft that have left the Spirit Forest have crossed the border and entered our country. Could you keep it out of the way?
What are you talking about? It was the Elves' messenger who created the expression.
Because the vermin is gone from the forest, it is quite good for the Elves. Besides, the Warcraft's route is all through the Empire.
"Not to us, but to the Empire."
Naturally, that's what I gave back, but I'm not convinced of the dark prime minister. On the contrary, he uttered a slang that he did not know.
"You have no right to claim ownership of the Spirit Forest to those who cannot manage it."
Furthermore, 'the Kingdom fully supports the Niceacasian State'.
Kicking the chair and keeping it silent would be an indication of the high degree of self-control of the messenger.
The high elves, who heard the report, rage and slap a cursing murmur at the kingdom. To the messenger, on the other hand, he hung up the words of labor.
"The goal is the city of the north. So if it doesn't work, it's a big hole."
Many snort at the words of the thick high elves on their eyebrows.
Spirit cannons have a great range and high power. But that's why the magic consumption is enormous.
Shooting will put a heavy burden on the world tree and will definitely cut your life span.
"Royalty and Griffon. Turn these two off, and the rest will be anything. If I could, I'd like to do it in one shot."
Conversely, even if we ashame the Empire and kill the Emperor, the threat will continue if royalty and griffon remain.
A large number of voices of consent are raised and gaze is directed at the Acting Speaker.
"… then we shall take a vote"
Mechanically proceeding with the proceedings, deputising for the chairman looking tired. The appearance was as if he had given up thinking.
"Agree with the majority. We hereby decide to use the Spirit Cannon. Everyone, come in and get ready."
A fat high elf who keeps his eyes closed and sitting in a chair listening to the proxy's proclamation.
I voted against it, but I have not expressed an opinion. Because I felt something close to despair at the High Elf Conference.
(For your own safety, whisk the people and the world tree. Doesn't this make any difference to the former royalty?
Even if one can blame the corrupt, one cannot admit one's own corruption.
The fat high elf had no choice but to think of the title 'High Elf' as something called 'Royalty'.
(Maybe we've already lost the right to stand on top of people)
But there's nothing I can do. Resolutions at meetings are heavier than anything.
Even this would have made no difference to the royalty.
(... so far)
Colleagues leaving the conference room while exchanging words in an excited way. Feeling that voice far away, take a seat.
A fat high elf disappears from inside the elf this day. But few cared.
"A loud man who kept opposing the use of spiritual cannons, complaining"
Trouble when you are, better not be. That's what many of my colleagues thought.
Far southeast from the Spirit Forest.
I was in the playroom of Jaanne, one of the three Wangdu houses, in the first class of Wangdu Pleasure Street.
In front of me sitting right on the bed is the figure of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, who is also sitting right there.
I'm not being scolded for anything. We were talking before we played.
"Are there quite a few people who come to the whorehouse to train as brides?
I watched Cornell and the ballet the other day and watched an episode of the princess going to a whorehouse in another country.
He wanted to ask what the truth was.
Teaching light patrol teacher affirming, with a gentle grin. Hearts and moves to entertain the opposite sex seem to be an essential upbringing for the children of a good family.
For the first time in all of its kind, "Heartbeat" says she can be a good woman.
"So, the princess of the kingdom too?
The royal princess should be about her age. But I've never seen that in an event.
I thought maybe, Teaching Little Inspector snorted.
(Ho)
As the ballet story goes, I guess I'm working hard in some country. That's what I thought. I said my thoughts, and now I shake my face to the side.
"You never come from another country, you never go."
He looks proud. Asking why, Wang Capital says it's because of its high level.
Indeed, the Wang Capital is a major cultural city called the 'Capital of Flowers'. Many tourists are visiting in search of colorful flowers.
(I see.)
If so, the opportunity. I have to say hello to the princess sitting on the chick.
"Or being in Jaanne?
I said it with anticipation, but unfortunately it was denied. The shop where the princess trains is called "Casabel".
The oldest and most formatted whorehouse in the Wang Du Misan family. If the royal family were to go to training, there would be no wonder in Casabel.
"Now I hear you're trying as hard as you can to be a 'queen'"
But that word cracked in my heart.
(What? What? Queen is about the Queen of Sin and Punishment, right?)
In addition to history and tradition, Casabel is also known as the prestigious store of Sin and Punishment.
The useful actor is Plain Son. Play waxing wax with whips and trampling daisy flowers with high heels heels. That's what's so popular.
(Training there? You're gonna be a true queen)
At this point, the lightning runs in my head.
(Right! Is this the reason for the delay in departing for the eastern country!
East Country, which strongly sought the public message of "Sin and Punishment". The kingdom responded and decided to send a preacher.
But it was postponed because 'there is no separation between work'.
(It's impossible to postpone it at the preacher's convenience)
In the midst of a crisis in a country called mass brainwashing, it is a gracious friendly country that sent the Virgin. If you think about it normally, you'll be rude.
(But if a preacher is a princess's educator, the story is different)
You'll think you picked the best talent. If the reason relates to royalty, it will be easy to understand.
This topic ends here. I reach out and slam off the shoulder straps of a piece to enjoy Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
A white based bra appeared and made me narrow my eyes.
"Yes, let's lie down."
Push it down while you say it, unhock the front. Admire the two shaped hills.
It's not a bad idea to keep your clothes on. I'm sure you'll forgive me.
(Today, would you like to try that)
After finishing in Hundred Days, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei reacted sharply. I can't do it with her once, but it might be possible now.
Complete difficult challenges and get a trophy of achievements.
Well, I'll be there.
Standing at the top of two hills, each protrusion. Press your finger against it and gently start knocking it back, forth, left, and right.
Today's goal is to complete the game of enclosure called Teaching Light Patrol Sensei with only two levers.
Achieve it and I'll have another glorious track record, and she'll realize her new potential.
(Right, Left, Up, Down)
Crush commands, but symmetrical left and right hand movements.
If you knocked your right hand to the right, your left hand to the left. In other words, it is the form in which the lever was defeated outwards.
(top, right diagonal top, right, and press)
Move around with your thumb belly and push the fully stiffened lever. For a moment, but the voice leaked out of Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's mouth.
If you can do the moves, they'll do the damage. But it's not easy.
(The only thing in the Devil's Eye is that the lever is glowing brightly)
What commands can I put in to spread that light throughout my body? I don't know that far.
It is hard work only.
"Ah, that Tauro-sama. It's time."
Keeping enthusiastic, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei came with moist eyes. But he looked me in the eye full of determination and figured something out.
No way, I carry on the words with a slightly shivering voice.
"Now to the end?
I snort. I put a moment aside, and I find strength in the voice of Teaching Little Inspector.
"Okay. You can't lose."
This is how our new battle began.
The decision was made by the two of us to make the time limit half of our playing time. If I can't clear it by then, it's my loss.
(Like this? This way?)
The voice of the instructional light patrol teacher who pushed him to death shivers the indoor air low. The only other thing you can hear is the sound of clothes rubbing that happens when you get stuck.
Teaching light patrol teacher who keeps messing with the lever and grabs a pillow in the back hand and runs up. Beautiful armpits.
But he immediately hits the top plate and repeatedly breathes roughly as he tilts his head.
(Almost, almost win)
I feel that way over and over again, but the stickiness has been staggering since I got into the red zone. That's Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
You can't just move. If you don't activate the Special Attack, you won't be able to sharpen the gauge.
(What is Teaching Light Inspector's Special Attack Command?
Because each enclosure is different, only you can rely on it. Repeat Tri and Error endlessly.
(Left, Bottom Left, Bottom, Bottom Right, and Right)
At that time, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's body leaned back heavily and his back floated in the universe.
Obviously, a precursor to a special attack. I guess I typed a command pretty close.
(Which one? What did you do now?
I repeat myself persistently in order to recreate the situation.
If you take a good look at the look on the face of Teaching Professor Light, you are closing your mouth strongly and opening your eyes wide. Breathing is also strong and weak and irregular, and the limits are definitely close.
(But I don't have time. You have to make up your mind here, it's my loss)
After turning his eyes on the clock only for a moment, he crushed the lever with his thumb belly, half rotating downwards to twist.
It's been confirmed so far, but the problem lies ahead. That's when a certain adage runs in my brain.
"If you can't push it, pull it."
Pinch the two levers pointy to the pointy, as the words lead you. And I pulled it strong.
"Uh-oh!
Sweet and sharp screams tear the indoor air apart.
(Is this the right answer!
After all, the wisdom of my ancestors is nothing.
Instructional light patrol teacher dyeing his sweaty whole body red and rumbling around under me. Hold it down with your weight and shout victory at your heart.
(Game cleared! Eye, win!
I guess the sensory storm has healed. The light of reason returns to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei's eyes, with a lit grin.
He was embarrassed that it had been cleared only by the tip of his chest.
But Teaching Professor Light was oblivious. She was the only one who was satisfied.
(My battle is coming!
Aiming for a moment of loss of power from the teacher's body, I push my stick to its roots. And I let him draw circles just to break them.
(Right, right, left, right, left!
One piece that just made my chest rip and my lever screwed deep from the side of my underwear.
"Caaaaaa!"
A second game clearing fanfare sounds today in the ensuing intense but rambling move. My heavily pulsating flesh beneath my belly would be the pinnacle of a somatosensory game.
(Continuous hitting, continuous hitting!
If the fanfare goes off, I won't stop it. For this reason, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei is defeated again in the resurrected place.
Exactly a shark move. None. Teaching. Teaching. Teacher Light repeats the resurrection and annihilation.
(Me too)
Disappointingly hugs the rough instructional light patrol teacher and spits it all out.
It's like pouring a ton of hundred yen balls into her coin inlet.
A hundred yen ball packed tightly inside overflowed from the inlet without running out of drinks.
(Ugh, satisfied)
Again, Teaching Light Patrol Sensei is more than different. It is unlikely that the Wang Du Hiroshi will give me so much satisfaction.
Teaching Light Patrol teacher, whose breaker fell, finally woke up at the end of the play.
I scratch my own body when I get out of bed and open my mouth with an incredible look.
"... I can't believe it's just my chest"
Precisely just the tip. Now she would have discovered her new self.
By the way, there is no reprimand for blowing my consciousness.
It's tough for backdoor admissions, but as long as you challenge them with dignity, they forgive you for everything.
"It was great"
Me imitating Cornell, thumbs up and clumsily closing one eye.
Teaching Professor Kazuo, who tided his cheeks at the words, shoved his head against my chest in a state of depression.