Northern Ost Continent, Spirit Forest.
A giant tree, a world tree, over a thousand meters tall, that can reach its deepest depths.
The branches stretching around shape a green umbrella as much as four thousand meters in diameter, holding the inside of an elf under the umbrella.
"The World Tree belongs to the Elves"
The elves who were born and raised inside won't be able to do that either. If it was a tourism-only resource, not magic, people would have nodded too.
Now in the biggest uro in the deepest position of the roots of the world tree, two small and medium-sized magic formations floated in space, rotating horizontally as they emitted white light.
"Is it finally the third stage? Something I should have done from the beginning."
A high elf lean like a dead tree says it off with a look that leans his mouth and makes a fool of him.
Stuck crutches under both armpits. The high elves who were gathering bragged at the painful appearance of the Knights of the Elves.
"Do you mind if I add or subtract?
"Shut up."
Then the Acting Speaker of the Shoulder spoke, but the dead tree, supported by crutches, threw up his face.
"I'm not here because it's okay. Are you retarded?
An old pharmacist woman standing beside her says in a thorny tone. I guess the headache hasn't healed since I put my face and fingers on my forehead from time to time.
Knights captain slamming the wall with crutches and absurd his voice.
"Just get started."
The high elf on the shoulder, which was lacking expression from about the surrogate position, turns back to the magic formation when further reduced.
In a uro full of uncomfortable silence, the work resumes. Move the third magic formation, which was already drawn, in the same way as the second.
"... it's a success. Good luck, everyone."
Many magical powers are provided to the tired looking high elves, and the deputy chairman is even more exhausted to thank them.
Everyone stares ahead as the large, small and medium-sized magic formations lined up and down spin.
If the largest disc in the highest position is filled with light, you will be able to get the Spirit Cannon Main Circuit up.
"Aren't magic manipulations too cluttered? Rely on the push, so you put an unnecessary burden on everyone."
An old woman of a medic to debate and an old man thin as a dead tree showing consent. The two of them are not participating in the startup magic, so they do not look worn out.
The Acting Speaker did not reply and did not turn around.
Me and the old lady Old Lady broke up with a line of the Virgin of the Eastern Country and returned to the King's Capital on the verge of the sun falling.
After a bath and meal in the pleasure district, head back to your home. Then it was in the living room, talking to the family all the time.
But something's wrong. Dangolow is not well.
"What's up? Are you okay?"
On a bath towel laid on the floor, a dandelion of fifteen centimetres in length that is grown up. I don't walk around with Tokotoko as usual.
I'll grab the sides and lift them with the claws on. Then I rounded my body just a little bit and scratched the universe with just a few multilegs.
"Eyes turned, disgusting?
If you ask me, they put it in the magic of the earth.
A stream of magic, from the depths of the earth to the surface. They say it's a local vein, but he says it's a grunge.
"Yourself No Suggestion Da"
A tortoise from the pond says in an unfortunate voice.
Something unprecedented has been happening lately, like a dark place of magic happening everywhere. He said the three of them were working on it in order to keep track of the situation.
"Are you guys okay?
A five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly, all snorted together and twenty centimetres long, and a tortoise about the same length.
Imoske was in charge of the wind and Zalatan was in charge of the water, but neither was disturbed as much, apparently.
Understood. I cast magic on the dangolows as they were lifted quickly.
(Conditional abnormality recovery should work)
As expected, fully healed with one F-rank shot. Just in case, I will also try to use sickness and injury treatment, but neither is responding.
Lower the invigorated dangolo onto the bath towel and look to Zaratan.
"You've been thinking about protecting the garden forest. Thanks."
I was gathering information to be able to deal with whatever happened.
'But,' he continues, putting his hand on the general's back.
"You can't do this. That's not gonna make it any worse."
After a snort, a rounded dangoose. After I narrowed my eyes to the look of it, I continued my words.
"Get some rest here today. If it's a picture book, I'll read it."
When I stood up and stopped by the bookcase, Dangolo, who was round, was revived. Wake up and wash yourself up for me.
What I hoped for was Crab "Kana" Warrior.
The adventurer, the protagonist, finds a wasabi crab in the river plain that was not able to return to the waterfront and blows bubbles, sending it back to the river.
To repay his gratitude, Sawakura turned into a heavily armored warrior. That's the story of being one of the protagonists and offering them a journey.
"- My legs drink all the water late, but the crab warrior was strong. Protect us all with that armor, and we'll tear our enemies apart."
I shake my body in an excited way, a dandruff that twisted up my lap. The eels you're hearing in the front also look drawn to the story.
"On a square face, between wide eyes and eyes. Uncared for, growing on the jaw from the lifting. Crab warriors were lovers of things that were not aesthetically shaped and were especially liked by women warriors like gorillas."
From here on out is a classic development.
Camping night. Party members noticed the bushes shaking. Not around the bonfire are crabs and gorillas that always sleep fast.
'It must be them. Let's go check it out.'
Night's Flesh Bullet Battle by two formidable warriors. The members who were interested in it, both men and women, dive their breaths and approach the bush.
But what I saw there was not the reward of a breath-taking submissions, but the appearance of a crab warrior peeling off as a person.
'I'm a crab that I've had help with before. I've helped you on your journey to repay your gratitude, but that seems to be it.'
They were magic that they could solve when they found out who they were, changing the sound and smoke into flat-sized crabs of the producer. And the thing is that he disappeared on a sidewalk to the bush at night.
(The subtlety of this aftertaste is the old story)
On a butt-cut dragonfly, I don't know one way to end it right now if it's GOOD or BAD. The penetration is also full.
This doesn't seem to change much in any world.
But Imoske and Dangolo seem satisfied. The tortoise clings his jaw perfectly to the bath towel and blinks from time to time.
(Was it too much for kids?
Watching as I grinned, my knees tickled.
Looking down, the cause was Dangolow. I guess I'm talking about the next story.
At some point next door, there is an image of Imosuke. The family head pressed the general's flank with his head, emitting waves.
'You're back, aren't you?
It will be about how your body is feeling. Dangolows that deflect their heads to the side and return waves.
"Not yet."
"Liar."
You must have been dissatisfied with what I did too well.
I think we should treat this equally and ask Imoske again.
"Are you sick, too?
Lift the front half of your body and shake your head vertically with vigor. To that appearance, now the dangoose pushed back the flank.
"Liar."
"That's it."
I started pushing each other on my knees, so me going into arbitration.
"Let's all slow down today. Imosque's done processing the flowers, too, isn't he? Good luck."
Gladly nodding imobes. I just know the task of tapping flowers is tough, and I don't say anything about dangouts.
Ask the tortoise how she is, just in case, but she said there was no problem.
"Because of that. Shall we talk to Zaratan next?"
The Great Spirit Beast of Longevity. You'll be good at old stories.
Tortoise confused because of sudden shaking. After staring at the universe and exploring the thoughts, he opens his mouth to the ground.
"Funny Squid, Wakaranuga"
Yeah, I prefaced, and I started talking.
"Yao Kana Once upon a time, a world tree ha a dehana katta. Around Sono, Ha Da Kina, no creature, Gaori. '
The anecdotes of this world are very interesting to me. Fortunately, it also seems to have caught the interest of the vice chief and general, both of whom are eager to listen.
Zalatan doesn't seem to be full, either, and the waves arrive that are calm but happy.
"- Sokode Words Tteyattanoda. Mazha Himself No. - '
Two turtles with a swinging head to the side and an exciting knee to applaud me. Thus, at night, he went further and further.
The stage moves a little further north from Tauro's home.
The luxurious whorehouse, built in white marble, facing the boulevard of the pleasure district, was visited by a single envoy from the Knights of the Kingdom.
This is' Casabel '. It is a long-established family of three Kingdoms.
"Take the pilots' school exam, will you? What the hell is going on?"
A young woman in a black leather bikini with a crimson butterfly mask, who met the messenger in the suite on the top floor, crooked her mouth and waved a whip.
The naked messenger was crawling on all fours, with a sweet scream for every dozen he received.
"Her Majesty the Queen has the ability to be a pilot, and His Excellency the Knights Commander has been judged."
Constantly willing, explaining old man.
He is an active Class B pilot. Although he did not participate in the Heavy Lancer crusade, he is a fierce warrior who exchanged swords with the Imperial Knights of the Borders at the Landburn Games.
He was chosen to be a messenger of solicitation because he was a regular member of the Plain Child King.
"He said he was the Knight Commander!
A whip to be wielded again, along with an abominable groan. The tip with increased sharpness punches the air down the butt with the sound of a rip and burst.
The dirty ass old man with the trace of the pimple whispered out loudly at the moment.
(Damn reminds me)
The darkness of my heart growls.
As regular guests appeared as official messengers of the Knights of the Kingdom, the store prepared to play in the suite with care.
But ironically, this room is a place of memories I once had with the Knights Commander. It will not be possible for the power to hold.
(That play was offered itself. So resenting the Knight Commander is a mistake)
I wanted the cost of treating my brothers. That is why he received it in exchange for a great reward.
I know. But from the wounds on my heart, I can't stop something black from overflowing.
(When are you gonna let me go? The golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold!
This too, I'm just unilaterally committed to it myself.
There is no consciousness in the Knights Commander that binds the hearts of the Plain Children King. As a delicious memory, it merely fills a page in the gourmet picture diary.
(We need to do something)
That's why I don't think we can escape this curse if we don't move ourselves.
A plain child king who slaps his ass again and thinks as he hears a scream of mixed sweetness. And I came up with one solution.
"Fine. I'll take that exam."
Thank you, and an old man wiggling his dirty ass in tears.
Stepping on that ass, the plain child king continued his words.
"But don't get me wrong. Being a pilot won't get you into the Knights of the Kingdom."
He sees the dirty ass that stopped him from moving under his high heels and pulls the candle out of his thigh holder laughing at the edge of his mouth.
The color is red. It is a low-temperature type for the general public.
Place the whip on the floor and play the pussy and finger with your empty right hand. With magical power, the red candle on my left lit a fire.
"The purpose is to beat you and this captain with a whip I let the knight have."
He kicks his ass down and leans on his back, and the plain child king peeks into his face and inquires.
She doesn't see a concrete future because she's oblivious about pilots and knights.
"If you win something like a national tournament of mock warfare, you'll have the opportunity to be present."
To the extent that I think so.
"Is that okay?
And dripping wax ahead of the sword directed at me.
"Huh!"
Dirty ass old man opens his mouth wide but has no voice. He is breathing shallow and repeated with a bitter expression.
"I'm asking if it's okay!
More dripping wax. The old man's sword goes tucked away in an impromptu Zhu sheath made of wax.
The old man shouted out after letting his mouth open and close a few times like a goldfish.
"Fine!
Plus, not once, but in a row.
"Fine! Oh, that's good!
After about five layers of words, he turns back like a roasted squid and puts his tongue sharply in the hollow.
Shortly afterwards, white joy erupted from the perimeter of Zhu Sheath.
An hour later, a quiet young woman coming in a pale piece shows up in the office behind Casabel's counter.
She is a plain child who has removed her butterfly mask and is no longer a queen.
"So, what about the messenger?
Asked by the owner, an elderly concierge, Plain Son replied.
"It was an invitation to the pilots' school"
It is a lovely voice, like a bell rang modestly.
The owner tours the thought while staring at that figure.
(Did you see the qualities)
At present, it is said that there is no way to identify the talent of the pilot. But in the Knights of the Kingdom, you may have found something.
Place for a little while, face up and open your mouth.
"So, what are you going to do?
Grip both fists in front of your chest, with a serious look, says Plain Son.
"I'm going to take it. But even if you pass and go to school, the shopkeepers want to keep going."
Because it seems like a free school. and continue.
To that word, the owner leaks a breath of relief.
(She was one of Casabelle's signs when she was queen)
It's too big to lose.
The reputation of slime games where you undress each other is not bad. But it is difficult to differentiate from other stores.
In that regard, the Plain Child King was a delicacy.
(Even if it's okay while I go to school, I wouldn't go that way if I were a pilot)
But her life is hers. Even if I can advise you, I can't stop you.
"Try not to regret it."
The owner and concierge smiled and told him so.