Straight south along the streets from the northern city, which was burned down by spiritual cannons. There is a fort where it changes from wilderness to valley.
It is the old samurai, the leader of the Imperial Knights. It is the front line of the empire against the Elves.
"Something wrong with the world tree?
Asked in the office of the fort was a mature woman with a rich limb wrapped in a uniform of pilots' clothes. The rapporteur standing in the front would have seen the back, as he is legged in a shorter tight skirt.
However, although the young woman with short silver hair showed slight interest, she shook her head vertically without loosening her expression.
"Yes, the luminescence is stopped"
She is captain of the Knights of Mercenaries and the Lily Knights White Lilies. I just got back from reconnaissance.
According to the explanations that follow, neither the once pale green light nor the creepy rainbow color just before the Spirit Cannon was fired has completely disappeared.
(Is something wrong? Something bad for the elves)
The mature Viscount with her hands on her chin thinks as she glances at the white hair ornament that symbolizes the captain's flowers.
An overwhelming means of ranged attack, the Spirit Cannon. That's good news for her, who couldn't avenge herself because the elves had it.
But I have to work restraint just because I know my own mind that I want to receive it for the convenient.
You should see it with your own eyes.
It was the old samurai who mentioned it from next door. To hear the results of the reconnaissance, the chief of the fort was gathered in the office.
"Me and Sir, and Uncle Rosehip. If you're a Class A Troika, you can only escape no matter what happens."
Then he shifts his eyes to a grand old man with short gray hair and carries on the words.
"Do you want to take Griffon too? As much as I've noticed the Spirit Cannon activated, it'll be more useful than us."
You realize you've been called a name, a four-legged white bird that was round in Uncle Rosehip's groin turns to the old samurai with his head up.
The short gray hair with its back indicated consent.
"No wonder there's such a big magic, world tree problem. If this is your chance to slap the Elves, you'll never miss it."
Uncle Rosehip looks at the mature Viscount as she bends one side of her mouth up.
She never got a chance to fight back before while she was burned to death by the inhabitants and her men. It was heartbreaking to think of the feeling.
"... right. Right away then."
Mature Viscount who strengthens the light of her eyes and takes her seat. If that's the case, I guess I can't be patient or anything.
The gray-haired short hair I saw it whispers his face to the old samurai.
(From now on, it's night when you arrive)
(Just make sure it's glowing. darker is better)
Uncle Rosehip, who noticed shallow, coughed gently. When they both took their seats, they followed the mature Viscount to their own knight.
Grade A red over a sunset that takes a sidebeating sunset and takes the street north.
Led by the mature Viscount, followed by a regimental rider like a lacquered armored martial artist and a knight painting a large circle of roses in pitch black.
It would have been fortunate for the mature Viscount, the lord, that the sun had already set when the northern city reached the burning fields where it existed.
They have been on the battlefield for a long time, but they have never killed any inhabitants.
(Sure, it's not glowing)
An old samurai looking through the eyes of an armored samurai crouched in the shadow of a boulder and staring at a world tree.
'You're completely engulfed in the dark. It will be the light inside the elf that appears slightly in the back'
Uncle Rosehip contacts the knight's torso and transmits vibrations with modest external audio.
"Do you want to hit it and elicit a reaction"
Next came the voice of the mature Viscount from the crimson knight who lay low on the other side.
But the Spirit Forest is said to be an extremely advantageous land for the magically apt Elves. Big bend on one side of your face, troubled old samurai.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit of a pitch-black knight with a large wheeled rose, a winged four-legged spiritual beast was appealing to the Lord.
"You want me to see the Spirit Forest?
Having your wings open and closed a few times would be a sign of willingness to fly away. Uncle Rosehip stares at the griffon on his lap with a rugged eye and asks in a harsh tone.
"The most important part of the task of reconnaissance is to bring the information home. I'm confident I can do that. Is that a suggestion?
I can't even swim my eyes, a white bird looking back from the bottom. After a few moments of confusion, the big man with short gray hair slightly loosened his eyes.
"Fine. Wait a minute."
Next, tell the commander with a vibration.
"Griffon says he's going on reconnaissance."
This seems to have been where the old samurai wanted it to be.
The answer to the acknowledgment returns immediately, a pink black rose knight that slightly opens the chest armor. From the gap to the families who scorned the woods with a serious look, the arm-wrapped lord told them heavily from behind.
"I'm not moving here until you get back. Absolutely. Remember that."
Griffon, looking back, blinks two or three times, and nods strongly.
"Pi."
When I open my beak and raise my voice sharply, I turn my head back out. And he kicked the Lord's knee mightily, and flew off into the night sky.
A class of three horsemen looking at the world tree while lurking behind a boulder. The stars in the night sky change their position slightly.
A central armored warrior called out to Uncle Rosehip for a ride.
'Yes, don't rub your mind. Griffon has never failed before. Your Lord knows best about that. "
A pitch-black knight depicting a large ring of roses, returning an out-of-heart vibration.
"Am I calm? And I don't think it's possible to line up your reconnaissance and your use in the same line. '
An old samurai who does not answer and shrugs his shoulders with laughter in the cockpit. The mature Viscount was only a little soothed.
From there, without waiting long, Uncle Rosehip's proud Griffon returns.
He entered through the gap in the chest armor that opened again and looked a lot fatigued as he headed straight into the groin of the Lord.
"The magic of the Spirit Forest is lost?
Uncle Rosehip listens to his family, frowns up and peels his eyes off.
Normally, there is intense magic among the forest trees that spread around the world trees.
"As long as you're in the Spirit Forest, you can't lose to the Elves"
That's what they say, because you can divert the magic of the forest to a series of magic. The attack magic emitted from the shadow of a tree by a high-ranking elf surgeon would defeat even a Class B knight.
But if the magic is gone, we can crush it with the power of numbers.
"You should go."
The mature Viscount strongly urges the Knights Commander for information on Uncle Rosehip.
The old samurai, whose eyes were closed and his silence continued, opened his eyelids and told him in a quiet tone.
"We're going full offense. As soon as His Majesty's permission is obtained, we will hit the main force of the Imperial Knights. '
Unlike a group of soldiers, the knight's food is for maneuvers only. Moreover, fuel ammunition is covered by the magic of the rider. If you decide to move, you won't be ready much longer.
A mature Viscount who hears the words of an old samurai and feels her body tremble.
(Oh, finally, this is the time. You put up with me a lot)
With a dark grin all over his face, Grade A in crimson raised his hips.
The top floor of a three-story building, on the southern edge of the pleasure district.
I finished my lunch at a nearby stall. I went back to my house and was getting dressed.
"I guess this is the place"
A golden mask that weaves a hooded cape and wears it on your face for a long time. It is the official launch as "Dead Dead Dead Legion Leader, Doctor Slime".
A joint event at the Lower Whorehouse, which begins early this afternoon. We're going as invitees to that.
"Cool."
"Yes, sir."
"You will, you will"
I laugh in a good mood for compliments from the vice president and general.
By the way, Imoske wears a black eyelid on the ocular crest, and Dangolow is dressed in a ritual green iga. If I'm dressed up, so are we.
The turtle is napping in the pond because he is not part of the Dying Regiment.
"Then I'll come"
I'll leave you to go down the outer stairs and go to the golem carriage that's keeping you waiting. The man who floats his business smile in a proper attire lowers his head with his spine extended and opens the door.
"Sorry I'm so close, please"
And when he had come aboard, he told him so.
Slowly moving, this black painted golem carriage is elegantly decorated. The venue for the joint event is the western corner of the pleasure district, so honestly it's not the kind of distance you'd go by carriage.
But speaking of Doctor Slime, an unintentionally called 'Bi-perfection of the Wangdu Hanayawa Realm'. On foot, I didn't think I'd be dressed up.
I can't help but save some money.
That's what I thought, because I rented a luxury golem carriage on my own stomach.
I don't have a hobby of seeing and enjoying the balance of my guild account. Because there is no value to benefit for no reason, I decided to use it as a consideration for my work.
It would be great if your old man went to the whorehouse with the money he just paid.
"We have arrived"
A stunning deceleration that won't even spill a glass of water, stopping in front of the restaurant, the meeting point. With an attitude like that of the Head of State who arrived by plane, he gets off the carriage.
"What is this guy? 'I get a glance, but I'm not worried." Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' Cause I told the elderly concierge about the carriage and the mask in advance.
"Welcome, Master Doctor Slime,"
Knowing who he is, he made a scene and put a flower ornament on my chest indicating the operating side, which calmed him down. After all, he seemed wary of participating as an athlete.
Relaxing in the passing lounge for tea was called to begin the briefing.
(There are quite a few people)
With the exception of one of the centers, the large hall of the table's deposed restaurant. There will be more than fifty men and women standing there in total.
I see a number of faces I see in it, and I grin behind my mask.
"I'd like to introduce you. This is Master Doctor Slime. You're welcome to join us for the winning prize."
What I told you was an old thief mustache who looked like a host. My face is selling, so I have most of the strange reaction to 'Why are you wearing a mask like that'.
Sending me a frigid glance, like a ponytail. I've never spoken before, so you don't know I'm Doctor Slime.
(The herbivore keeps his eyes round. But not in that back corner, I wish I could come forward)
I think I found a young man with a thin line. Well, if you say so.
Further through his gaze, he discovers two brilliantly bald heads lined up.
(Long time no see. Ever since you jumped in to the mall's annual party? No, you saw it at the grass-fed mechanic's sister's reception too)
The owner was Andale, who became the master of the "Pharmacist's Shop" and executive of the annual party, and the butcher's old man, who was in the same room at the Hot Springs Inn.
Several other familiar faces. There are probably a lot of shopping district officials because they often use it for entertainment and other purposes.
(Looks like Cornell's not here)
Make it your best friend. The Knights of the Kingdom number three. There is no such thing as an adorable, musculoskeletal young man here.
A gentleman in the Hanayagi realm with two names: "Skewered Whirlwind," but I guess he's not a regular at a junior whorehouse. One way or the other, it's a peek at a lot of different stores.
(That's the guild leader, isn't it? I don't care what you think)
A little old man in a black eyed hat is looking at me laughing with his eyes.
I remember that hat, too. 'Courtesy Courtesy' at the reception hotel. So when I fought Grandpa Goblin's old tame female giant, I wore it.
(Must mean something different than my mask)
Just like Doctor Slime, the infamous' Grandpa Goblin '. If you hide who you are, you could be the first to receive intensive fire from the women.
In fact, in the test play at the end of the century whorehouse, that's what happened.
"Now, let me explain the rules."
As the old man with the thief's mustache raises his voice, a map of the pleasure district rises on a tapestry lowered to the wall.
"The western corner of the map, from here to here, is the venue."
Map that fits the words and is painted with color.
I guess the arm-wrapped ponytail staring up is working out how to fight it in your head. My gaze, by the way, is toward the breasts of my neighbor's braided tits super big.
(Big guy. And the shell type until it's stunning)
I've played before. But when they shake under their clothes, they take their feelings with them.
"This time, you will use the top upgraded models"
An old thief mustache who finishes describing the place and puts a set of short canes (wands) and a thumb stick on his desk.
(Upgrade?
If you shake a short wand (wand), a harmless arrow of light will appear, and when you receive it, about a thumb stick will vibrate. That should be all the toys.
Where the hell is there room for it to go up? Pushed back by strong interests, he embarks on himself and listens.
"This vibration is in four stages. Let's take a look."
The thumb stick on the desk starts to vibrate when the thief's mustache waves a short wand (wand). At first it goes serene, and it becomes fierce according to the arrows of light twice, three times.
"This is the third time. It's the same way you've trembled."
While snorting, it is a bit of a clap. You can say that you've only become milder than you've ever been for being step-by-step.
The same atmosphere leaks from experience, including me. You guessed that, thief beard bends his mouth to a laughing shape and inherits the word.
"For once, it will be out on three occasions, but if you have the courage to take the next, you may continue the game. Well, have a look."
Short wand (wand) to be shaken further. Arrows of white light flying out of the tip. Those who surround the table look at the thumb stick it hit.
Because the way the thumbstick trembled was more than I expected.
Oh, my God. This is amazing.
If you want to explain it with sound, 'mummy' until now. But the thumb stick that received the fourth shot is' Nbibibibibibibi '.
Heavy bass resounding in the belly. No, the expression sound won't be enough. The vibration was causing even the heavily wooden table to begin to move over the floor.
What amount of kinetic energy. End of a vicious word.
(I'm really glad I didn't participate)
I've had the experience of shooting each other with a thumb stick behind my back, I sincerely think.
Everyone seemed to feel the same way, and the room disappeared from the faces of the regular guests who were participants at once.
"It's okay, you don't have to hit it."
A young woman's bright voice echoes as an anxious whisper is exchanged.
If you look at the speaker, a slightly tough-faced girl in pilot's clothing with her hair ponytailed.
I guess it's a word for braided tits super big tits, with a worrying look next door.
(... looks fine and most importantly)
That's the ponytail. I want you to always live with strength and forwardness.
I really think so. It was me.