Just south of the Spirit Forest, there is the most northerly city in the Empire.
It is the mature Viscount who rules the land. And stationed are the captain of the Imperial Knights and the elite Rose Knights.
No, this was a front-line base against the Elves.
(hundreds of years, such as leaving the Spirit Forest)
What crushed my mind was a well-fattened old man. Sitting on a bench in the corner of Central Square, he has a view of the city with a drink in one hand.
The identity is High Elf. He lost hope, as his colleagues did, and was unwilling to help start the Spirit Cannon.
I disliked everything and ran out into the elves.
Suspicious, isn't it?
I just hid my long ears with long haired rashes, but the best disguise. I guess I wasn't suspected because of my wrinkly face and fat body shape.
An image of a person's elves, called Young Skinny Beautiful Man Beauty. Then they were far away.
Of course, this fat high elf used to be exactly what I imagined.
(It's not bad to disappear here by spiritual cannon)
The purpose of the visit is extraordinary. You can tell me you're here looking for a place to die.
(There is still time. I want to see the griffon before then, just at a glance)
The bloodless revolution took place long before he was born. Now that Griffon has been extinct for some time, the only thing we know about it is that it was stripped in the library of the High Elf Hall.
(Well, I guess not)
A royal iconic griffon.
A trump card presence that can shock the hearts and minds of the Elves. Seeing it as under strict protection, I'm pretty sure it's the first thing.
There will be no opportunity for travelers without any connections.
(Something that doesn't work. a lot.)
He was a fat high elf who shrugged his shoulders and exhaled.
A woman wearing a white longcoat, Toga, walks through the central square of the same northern city.
Tighten the sides of your hips with a gold belt to reinforce your breasts and buttocks. The face had a hard but complete beauty, sufficient to make those around him look back.
(He's not here.)
She's Elda. It is the survival of the Elf royalty, who works concealing his origins in the whorehouse of this city.
Thick makeup and tough orthodontic underwear create the perfect look. The contents, as Tauro once praised them, are all too much to be seen as' Elderlich '.
What I'm looking for is a griffon.
But it's not about catching them. He wanted to know who the Lord was for the future.
(Late shift today, I'll stick to work)
Whispering on the chest of Long Clothes "Toga," a black snake peeks at his head and tongues out of a richly raised gap in corrective underwear.
This crow snake, about twenty centimetres long, is turned into a spiritual beast and a family member. Elda, who was young, was able to escape the unrest of the 'bloodless revolution', also because the snake of the local attribute led him.
She was the only partner in the world with full confidence.
(Oh?)
I feel myself squirming in my wrinkled, numb chest, and say words small.
(Did you notice anything?
In the collar of his clothes, a crow snake nods. Shortly afterwards, at the corner of the square, a light blurring spread.
"Griffon! You're doing your best today."
This voice belongs to an awesome aunt who is opening a stall in the market. The person hung is a white bird that goes across in front of him.
A griffon with pieces of paper was flying in the middle of a crowd that had avoided making its way.
(... Griffon, you're broken)
Birds with back legs like cats, leaving towards the Lords' Hall. After dropping him off, Elda buys bagged confectionery at her aunt's store.
And he asked about the flying little animal now.
"Oh, that one. It's Uncle Rosehip's pet. Isn't that unusual?
From an elf perspective, it is not an object that needs to be 'unusual'. Remember that the other person is a human race, exhale loudly and regain your mind.
But to the words that went on, I just got a little headache.
"He's a good boy. Even if there's food in the stall, you won't get your hands on it. And you saw that, didn't you? She said she could deliver the letter. That's smart."
A lonely Raptor who demonstrates his ability to defeat knights if he is also an adult beast, and creates a nest on the top of a world tree.
Griffon is supposed to be such a thing, but I'm losing confidence in what I'm saying too familiarly.
(Is that really a griffon? It could just be a bird with legs behind it)
The snake on the chest denies the gushing thoughts. He's definitely a Griffon young beast.
(Well, it's a human race. Maybe it's natural that the values are different)
"Treasure" is no different from crap from the uninterested.
Perhaps Griffon's Lord's perception is something like 'A Little Smart Bird With Back Legs'.
(You soon found out who the Lord is. What are we gonna do now?
When I spoke to the crow snake, I thought I'd take a closer look.
(But it would be a natural enemy. Are you okay?)
Worried, a wave of confidence returned. If you're such a young individual, they can't beat you if you get attacked.
(Well, shall we go after him for a bit?)
Elda flicked herself in the direction of the Lords' Hall.
A middle-aged woman's, "Griffon! 'The voice.
It also reaches the fat high elf's ear, causing him to take off the glass he was holding in surprise.
(Shit)
But the fall never stops.
Glass vessels broken on cobblestones scatter leftover iced tea along with sharp fragments.
"... sorry"
Apologize to the father of the stall who stares at this one, and make amends. And again, turn to the voice.
But already, the flow of people had returned to normal.
(If not mistaken, it sounded like 'Griffon'. I have to check)
Peek into several stalls and hit the person who would have raised his voice earlier.
That's a woman with a belly around, lined with baked treats on a wooden table. When I never asked my will, he smiled and taught me light.
"Oh well. Is it Griffon?"
And even then, early in the arrow, he said, "Who is the Lord?," "Since when?," "Where do you live?" and fat high elves flying questions. Gradually, however, the woman's face began to cloud, and the response became a raw reply.
(alarmed)
I am a stranger. I guess so if you take it for granted.
With a sinister look, fat high elves worry about what to do. Her aunt opened her mouth as if she was frightened.
"What am I supposed to say to someone who's a good year old? Come on. If you want to ask me something, why don't you do some shopping first?
Ahead indicated by the jaw is cooked and inflated with condensed flour, flavored with sugar or salt.
Between a few beats, the color of understanding spreads to the face of the high elf. He reached for the big bag for the big family in a hurry and offered him change.
"Every time."
The aunt, who in an instant switches to a smile, tells us that the Lord is Uncle Rosehip and it is only recently here that he has become visible.
He was last taught the direction in which he flew away, and the fat high elf walked away early enough towards you.
"... something doesn't seem familiar to you, Grandpa."
Staring at his disappearing back into the crowd, his aunt snaps.
I'm not bad with the clothes I'm wearing or my hobbies. It looked pretty good in my purse, too, so I wouldn't be having trouble with the money.
"Are you a scholar?
Not the right answer, but close.
He remained in a high position in the small world, thus leaving the floating world.
"Yes, it's a delicious treat! How about your wife and kids?
The soon disinterested aunt hits her hand and makes a loud noise. And he resumed the call for guests.
Spring passes and the early summer sun falls on the Wang capital.
Temperatures are going to rise, but the sun is the strongest in a year.
Wearing a straw hat, I was walking in the garden forest while dropping a dark shadow at my feet.
"Oh, finally blooming"
At the end of his eyes, a single tree grows by the garden pond.
A number of white flowers bloom in a swarm of glossy dark green leaves.
This tree is "Vintage Probably". On the water directly beneath the branches, the turtle looked up with sparkling eyes.
"Much is to come"
On the branches is a twenty centimetre long eel riding, busy, but not very fast moving around.
Approaching one of the flowers, the sage of the woods turns round and round. Plant management experts began pounding flowers with Bessivesi and his butt.
(Does no one care)
Move your eyes gently and look at the dandruff at your feet and the turtle in the pond.
It looks like it's hurting flowers to me, but it doesn't seem like it to the two of us. It emitted a wave that impressed me and nodded over and over again.
"That if you don't do this, you won't get proper fruit?
say Imoske, who went into a break after taking out about three. Is it like pollination?
"What about you?
Keep your eyes on this one, and tilt your head and ask for a beetle to come. Apparently about the amount of seeds in the fruit.
It seems to suit my taste.
(It's hard to eat if it's too much. Shall I ask for less?)
Or seedless. That's what I thought. I opened my mouth and a cross spear flies out of the pond.
"Algama, in mano, ga, most deja?
Close your mouth and align your gaze with Zaratan. The black-eyed, blushing eyes insisted strongly that 'seeds are delicious too'.
Predicting my response, you must have stabbed the nail.
(I don't usually go forward, except for Vintage)
Anyway, the great spiritual beast named after the world came to the garden forest because of Vintage. As one lord here, I should show you the big part of the metric.
"Right. I think you should stay put."
Okay. And Imosque replies and returns to the task of smashing flowers again. With so many, this is certainly a big job.
I nodded at Dangolow, I open my mouth.
"Can we help you too?
Imosuke replied, "It's okay, I'll take care of it". I'm not sure, but I don't seem to want to ask an amateur.
(Previously, I told you, "I'll show you what the seasons really are")
What I'm looking for would be a job that I can convince. With your own hands to the end, you must want to cut it off.
I felt pride in being an expert, and I decided to respect Imosuke's will.
"... looks hot today"
Close your eyes to the sun and look up at the sky.
It's time for noon. I have to go out.
"I'm just gonna go. Leave a message."
Don't push yourself. Take a break. and added to the family head Imosuke, he hung a packed bag of potion on his shoulder and I left the house.
Here the perspective goes to the families.
Footsteps of the Lord down the stairs. When it disappeared, the eels emitted waves.
"Come on, you're not coming."
This is about the spirits of the wind. I visited a lot every day and was about to break into the junction of the garden forest, but I haven't shown up in the last few days.
I look up at the branches on the ground, and the dangouts return them.
"Really. It's not coming.
It used to shoot everything down and turn it into forest nutrition. But the two of them don't seem to worry about nutrients.
Now the garden forest is full of magic.
Still, I uttered it because it was simply strange.
You know what I mean?
Asked by the deputy chief, Imomo, the tortoise often opens its mouth to thought.
Immosque and Dangolow listen to the words of the Great Spirit Beast of Long Life.
"Wind, Spirit, Role, Ha, Information, Luck,"
He said it was an elf that was sending him out.
I went on to wonder if the fact that it didn't show up was gone.
"Now the World Ha, Great Kiku Weird Beginning Metail"
To the view of the great seniors, two nervous. Suddenly, when magic poured into the garden forest, I felt it on my skin.
When he sees the figure and emits a gentle wave, Zaratan takes over the words.
"Hand split, Keshite, how's it going, Tatte Hadowka?
While in the garden forest, there's something I can do. Ground pulses or magic streams in the air. Feeling it, etc.
Spirit beasts who shake their heads vertically and return waves of understanding.
The vice chief is the wind, the general is the earth, and the turtle is the water. I decided to have my own area of expertise.
"Good luck"
It was Imosque who flew the strong waves. First of all, we must finish processing the flowers of Vintage.
Dangolow and Zaratan nodded as they felt the inconvenience of being unable to help.