Northern Ost Continent, Spirit Forest. A large group of high elves gathered in the conference room of the High Elves Hall in the trunk of the World Tree.
Only the chancellor in therapy and the missing fat high elf are not there. I can also see an old woman, the best pharmacist in the reed, in an old man as skinny as a dead tree, the chief knight of the Elf Knights.
"After Using Spirit Cannons, About the Situation of the World Tree"
What takes place today is this report.
High Elves, a group of Elves leaders, have the right to participate in meetings. Unlike spiritual cannon control, you can't close the door because it's annoying.
"In conclusion, the impact on the world tree is envisaged. It will be possible to use the Spirit Cannon again."
At the same time as the Acting Speaker of the Shoulder finishes his remarks, the elderly High Elf, who was in charge of looking around the world tree, opens his mouth.
"The leaves are turning black, but they stay about 10% of the total"
The decrease in the amount of magic emitted by the world tree is about 10% the same as that of the leaves. The high elves hear about it and have a relief look on their face.
"The leaves of the world tree will continue to decline slowly towards the end of their life without returning."
In other words, life expectancy has been reduced by 10%. Never a small number.
But this is the first use of Spirit Cannon after the revolution. '10%' was light enough for them to clap out, thinking about various influences.
"As we know, the leaves of the world tree disappear to dissolve in the wind when they leave the branches. That's why the people inside don't seem to notice."
The high elves who listen to the older words that follow and brighten their expressions even more.
"In order to afflict the Elves, people sealed off the border"
This is all that's in the ears of those inside.
I do not know that the world tree is near its lifespan or that the location of the next generation of world trees is unknown. Of course, using a spiritual cannon reduces the lives of the world trees.
Thick, eyebrowed high elf opens her mouth with a satisfied look.
"Then there's also the upset. Even if only the knowledge of fragments is disturbed, it only causes unwanted confusion."
"Yeah, well, we should just leave it to our high elves."
Older high elves in charge of the agreed lookout. This would have been the totality of the High Elves as well as him.
They were chosen from the Magi Carta, the grand charter, by virtue of their strength, and earned the title of "High Elf". Originally a people inside, they draw a clear line between themselves and the elves in general.
It's similar to the way royalty was before the revolution, but what I noticed would be about a fat high elf. And he's not here anymore.
"What happened to Griffon? And the next world tree."
Everyone's gaze turns to Acting Speaker for the words of the Thick High Elf in the Eyebrow. The high elf on the shoulder answered after coughing small.
"As for Griffon's life and death, I don't know. But since I was flying around the city day after day, I think it's a good idea to look at it as a setup."
Once you moisten your throat with a glass of water, continue the words.
"It's about the next generation of world trees, but it still didn't seem to be in the North City. If it had, it would have burned down, and if it did, some change would have been seen in this world tree, such as sprouting."
The second is an unfortunate story, but I see no disappointment in the attendees. Originally because the next generation of world trees was supposedly hidden at the bottom of the 'Great Hole' in the southeastern part of the Empire.
"Nor did the unidentified knight show up, that our knight encountered him in the Great Hole. Perhaps the survival of the royal family did not leave the great hole with the world tree."
To the further continued explanation of the Acting Speaker, the Thick Eyebrow High Elf sets aside a few moments to reflect.
"So I guess it wasn't the royal survivors who were accompanied by the griffon, but the entrusted hands."
The elderly high elf in charge of the lookout nodded as he was good at it.
"Looks like the people inside were burned before they got upset. I just didn't expect you to get shot that wide."
When I finished saying it, I opened my toothless mouth wide and laughed haha.
The Acting Speaker looked around the meeting room and judged it to be about time. Speak up to move the agenda forward.
"I would like to use the Spirit Cannon for the Great Hole again, as originally planned"
The private language stops, my ears gather, and I carry on the words.
"The opponent will be lurking deep in the ground, and there are likely enemies of the world (World Enemy). Why not change from Fire Arrow to Thunder Spear with more power than Range?"
The diameter of the large hole is about a thousand meters. Thinking about it, the thick, eyebrowed high elf nodded his jaw.
"I don't know how much armor the world's enemies (World Enemy) have, but sometimes they can't penetrate with thunder spears (Thunderspeare). Let's put a giant pillar of lightning in the big hole."
Zaratan would be singling out the world's enemies (World Enemy) in what appears to be an underground lake. No one talks about getting involved in it.
"Praise you for fighting to protect the world and the Elves after it's all over"
It was an implicit understanding to take such a form.
At a time when the chancellor's deputy inhaled his breath to inform him of the decision, it was the hands of the pharmacist's old woman who rose high.
"I'll do the next operation. I can't honestly look at such tricks."
The Acting Speaker's eyes become steeper, but the old lady is a cool one.
Because I think I'm right, I can't even imagine what it feels like to be told.
"A second shot would also increase the impact on the world tree. A more skilled person can reduce the load by doing so. Naturally."
An old man thin as a dead tree sitting next to him, with arms together to utter words. No one around you, who knows the struggles of acting Speaker, gives their consent.
But this one, like the old lady, didn't even notice the bad vibe. The Acting Speaker closes his eyes for the first time, suppresses discomfort and circles his thoughts.
(If you take the activated command of the Spirit Cannon, you will undoubtedly have a name in history. I know you're in an enviable position)
But I sighed in my heart.
(Acting Speaker and activating command of the Spirit Cannon. You're both overburdened. If you don't make it one of them, my mind and body won't have it)
What comes to mind is the look of the chancellor who spit a lot of blood on his heart and fell down. It's not far into the future, it seems like it's who I am.
Slowly opening his eyes, the high elf on his shoulder speaks in a quiet tone.
"... ok. Let me ask you something. The third stage of the magic formation has stopped, so start with your reboot."
Slight blurring occurs in the judgment of the Acting Speaker, who gave way to the sunny stage. But the old woman does not nod, but distorts her mouth and tells her off.
"I take it from the call to the executor of the judgment. I'll do it for you, so get ready downstairs."
There are just a number of statements to blame for the attitude that only the last glamorous part wants to make. An old man sheltered the old woman and lean as a dead tree raised his voice.
"The magic of good and bad is not worth it. We should concentrate and put it into action only on important occasions."
But the endorsement is not raised at all, and on the contrary, the opinion that 'if you don't want to do it from the third stage, pull in and look at it' adds momentum.
Exactly aware of the disadvantage, the old woman tanned her wrinkly face.
"You have no choice. Well, you and you, and the three of you. Assist me."
Those who are named and look disgusted. But I won't say no.
Because she was cared for by an old woman, a high-ranking operator of water attributes and one of the best medicines in the Ri, in the provision of treatment and potions.
"That's it. The next problem that bothers us will come to an end."
After the meeting, the High Elves gather around the Acting Speaker to voice themselves and the captain and pharmacist who leave the room with no concern at all.
Thus the conductor of the Spirit Cannon moved from acting Speaker to the old lady of pharmacists.
The time here is about half a day, going back to when Mr. Cool visited our house without notice.
I was sitting opposite Mr. Cool on a reception set in my home living room outside of downtown Wang.
On the table between the sofas, by the way, is a twenty centimetre long imobe and a fifteen centimetre dangoose.
"Hurry up, there's something I'd like to report."
A cool, spiney beauty who creates deep wrinkles in her eyebrows and tells them with a serious look.
Rare for Mr. Cool with a scarce expression. I wonder how serious the matter is.
Looks like you guys noticed something weird last night.
To Imosuke and Dangolo, me flying the waves of my heart. The two are relaying in this way because Mr. Cool and his mental path are not connected.
(But I didn't know the information was faster than Merchant Guild or Kingdom Knights)
Horrible as I subordinate. But for some reason, there are parts of her that I'm comfortable with.
The two of them snorted. I made a tough look and encouraged them to continue.
"The number of first things is greatly decreasing. If you leave it like this, you may soon be depleted."
Silence descends on the two of us.
Apparently, my predictions are off. The spiritual beasts do not pick up the voices of those who are deprived of their virginity.
"About what?
Imosuke looks back, tilts his head and asks me.
"Hatsumomo?
Words that came to my mind. I guess I didn't know what that meant. Dangolow turns this way too.
I can't answer that. I put my arms together and stare at the first food (unicorn) with a harsh look on my face. She corrected her residence and began explaining it in a quiet tone from what had happened.
"Right Shoulder Down of Catch"
Says he noticed it went on.
If you look into it, it's not just Mr. Cool's finest whorehouse, Jayanne. Intermediate, junior, and many whorehouses, they had lost sight of the young first thing.
"Someone must be hacking it."
With that in mind, Cool chose the school, which is the habitat of the students, as the survey location. He used his connections to dive into his alma mater and conducted a secret investigation.
"So you were the coach of the flower department"
Me talking connected and speaking out in the middle of an explanation.
Mr. Cool was the coach at the other school when he went to see the qualifiers for the Teaching Light Patrol and the Flower Road Games.
"You're right, sir"
After I admit it, I'll resume the conversation, Mr. Cool. Discuss the results of the investigation.
"My mother was eating my child."
Motivation to study and absorption of stress generated by going to your desk. To that end, they say they are offering themselves.
As a result, the precious biological resource of 'first things' has been consumed before leaving the house, he said.
"I see."
For me to drag on the ethics of my previous life, I do have something to hook up with. But there are no more biological problems than being able to magically contracept.
(In this world, the very reason for the contraindication (taboo) has been resolved)
You can't justify it, even if you deny it.
(And unlike taking you to a whorehouse, it's easy on your home purse.)
If this is going to improve your grades, I also know the mothers are going to start doing it. The sound of a first meal (unicorn) sounds similar to a sad cry to me snorting at my chin.
"As it is, the first thing is extinct. You'll lose what I eat."
A hungry unicorn squeezing his fist over his thigh and squeezing out his nagging voice. Sure would be important to her.
I'm staring at what's wrong, and a beetle lifts his torso off the table and sues me.
"Takeshi for you."
Apparently, the part called 'I'm out of food' touched the harp line.
Is Dangolow going to try to have a head to comfort him? Once round and rolling off the table to Mr. Cool's knees, he is starting to climb back to normal.
(What the hell can I do?
The first food (unicorn) shaped and rich chest cannot be attacked from the bottom, and the dandruff moves around over the thighs in search of a climbing route.
Watching it made my expression even worse.
"I'll get rid of you"
A general who gave up climbing suggested this one on Mr. Cool's lap. I return a reluctant look to it, while I receive Dangolo from Mr. Cool's hand.
"Uh, it's not like you're gonna die hungry. It's the same thing mothers eat."
Explain to the two of you who are experiencing a worrying wave, while worrying about expression. When I say 'eat my son', it's not like Saturnus in Roman mythology.
"I'm sorry, but I can't find a way to prevent it at this point"
I apologize while I lay low with my hands and circle the dangolows, and think about the next good.
"I'll even ask someone I know. Give me a minute."
Keep going, please, Mr. Cool. Keep your head down deeply.
From the reaction, she didn't think she'd get an instant answer. Still, I couldn't help but do something, and you must have come to me.
(My subordinates came to me, so I want to do something about it)
I try to squeeze my head further, but I still couldn't think of anything. Exhale one breath and open your mouth to change your mind.
"Will you continue to infiltrate school?
When I ask that, I shake my head to the left and right without force. Now that I've served my purpose, it seems there's no point in staying.
"But I want to leave after I've done my job as a coach."
It's going to be a short time, but they want to leave something behind that leads to the future. That's where I get one idea.
I couldn't help protecting my resources, but I might be able to help.
"Even beginners get it right away, and then it's deep. Depending on your proficiency, you can use your powers."
When told that such skill is available, a women's flower department coach embarks on herself with a surprising look on her face.
When asked why it was good to eat, she was hitting the wall in mentoring.
"Unlike a whorehouse, it's a student ministry activity, so I couldn't teach you too advanced moves."
The students are still not strong enough. She gets tired of it and leaves when she says it is and does all the basic workouts. It is a difficult one.
"Then I'll go to Jayanne next time to teach. When do you want it?
Mr. Cool stares straight back at me asking that.
"If only the chief would, on this occasion now"
I was surprised for a moment, but it fits right in. Because I remember playing in the bedroom when she was the first food (unicorn).
The sooner you decide to stop being a coach, the better your chances of learning.
"Okay. Then get ready in your bedroom bed. I have something to take, too."
Mr. Cool gets up from the couch and heads to the bedroom next to his living room. I think she's taking off her clothes because she heard the scrubbing.
Imagine that beautiful body line, eyes on two of them pointing toward me on the table.
"Are you guys coming? I'll show you what's great about the Chief Doctor Slime."
The upcoming play is only a legacy of moves. I just blame it unilaterally.
I don't have to worry about being attacked backwards like the last time and screaming out loud.
Hold the joyful relatives with one arm and remove the four brushes from the cupboard with the other.
"Yongzi Yafa," "The Echi" "
It's this move that tells you.
foundation, but if polished up, it reaches the extreme. Nothing would be more suitable for students.
"Thank you for waiting."
When I opened the bedroom door, on the bed, Mr. Cool was already lying on his back.
A white body composed of a golden ratio makes the statue of the marble goddess . While I feel my eyelids, I place Imosuke and Dangolo on the side table under my pillow.
"It's a brush technique, but if you get used to it, I think you can substitute it with your fingertips and tongue. Come up with some ideas around here."
I told Mr. Cool, who was strangely following the brush with his eyes, that I would stand on my knees between my two thighs that I let open.
And when he stood to hold the four brushes with both hands, he narrowed his eyes and activated the demonic eye.
"Okiyoshi, two-handed chopsticks"
A tall white double hill on Mr. Cool's chest. Four brush tips from left to right hit the two tips and snap to snap.
But I won't make it stronger. Wrap it with a soft tip and carefully move it to grow large.
(That's a knitted move based on the advice of Teaching Light Inspector. the color temperature of the protrusion is rising rapidly)
Though the expression doesn't change, you must remember the illusion of sweet melting. The two protrusions in the evidence go stiff as if they were melted away.
According to Teaching Light Patrol Sensei, Mr. Cool can sometimes be misinterpreted as not being very sensitive due to his appearance.
(But that's not true. Women who can are top notch in every way)
Conversely, this discrepancy is one of the attractions.
"Put your hands together over your head"
Give instructions and run a brush from your armpit to the inside of your soft arms. After that, he changed direction, behind his ear from his neck muscle.
Although the expression remains the same, the blink changes slowly. I don't have to check it with the devil's eye, I can see it's sloppy.
"... this sounds like great technology. Aren't you out of the door?
Mr. Cool leaks a hot breath from the edge of his mouth, with words. I shook my head from left to right as I went back and forth from her jaw to her throat.
"I didn't keep it a secret. It was originally conceived in front of the guild leader of the Merchant Alliance."
And tell him what the big businessman's trail son, his friends, and his teacher, Teacher Light Patrol, also know.
"I don't know if it's a good idea for a rival school OG to know"
I ask if it's possible, but now Mr. Cool shook his head to the left and right.
"If you teach your students, it will soon spread"
I asked you earlier if you were going out the door, and you can't take it if you have to keep it a secret. Apparently because that's what I thought.
"As far as I'm concerned, you want the opposite to spread. It's better to dream about the future."
If many women learn the book, an amazing writer may soon be born. At that time, I would love for you to deal with me.
Convinced, Mr. Cool nods, spinning words out of his mouth repeatedly breathing rough.
"But I'm going to teach the members first, as' secret art '. I admire that kind of thing back then, and you'll get into practice."
Then for a while, only the sound of Mr. Cool's breathing sounds in the room.
Got it on her body. I'm as delicate as a watchmaker, and I keep painting it carefully. It's just not like when I was a young husband in an imperial shop, and I don't use paint.
(about time)
I feel a strong light in my demonic eye and turn to it. That's at the base of Mr. Cool's thigh, the more that white light shines.
And it's flashing like a pulse.
(The brush is a scorching play. You're wanting it)
Teaching light patrol teacher is also a repeated cry that is not like crazy. I remember blushing after playing this was another very cute look.
(I'll make it easier now)
Raise the four tips to the beans in the center of the base, and raise them at super high speeds while changing direction. That's like a car washer brush that gently washes the car.
Mr. Cool can't stand the irritation and unconsciously tries to close his legs. But not because of my torso in between, I can only put my ankles together with my back.
(Coming!
In a 100-volt white hot ball, a light appears in the demonic eye, like when you accidentally pass two hundred volts.
Mr. Cool, who made it bright red from body to face, finally burst. I sneezed my face and roared from the bottom of my belly.
"Yikes!"
That is the first food (unicorn). It is the book of the dying.
"Fine!
The deputy chief and general on the side table also wake up and return like a wolf who heard a howl.
Me holding a pillow in my back hand and shifting my gaze from Mr. Cool, who keeps twisting himself violently, to the family at the side table.
"How's it going?"
When I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my arms and a full smile on my face, they sent me a big round of drinks.