The possession of Uncle Rosehip in the northwest of Teito. Rose Castle, nestled between the river and a vast rose garden, is said to be one of the most beautiful castles in the empire.
Now in one of those rooms, a middle-aged man sitting in a chair was reading a letter in front of a single kneeling messenger in front of him.
(You call it mobilizing the main force of the Imperial Knights and attacking the inside of an elf in the Spirit Forest)
The sender is an old samurai in a northern fort. The emperor unconsciously puts his jaw in and circles his thoughts.
(That's all I can think of. I guess now is the time)
of the most powerful nation on the Ost continent, a place that binds the greatest power of war. It is the judgment of the old general, who has endured it for many years.
Then what you should do is give what you need in the name of the Emperor.
When the "Power of Attorney" is issued on the spot, it is signed and handed over to an emissary who is a Class C knight pilot.
"Tell the Knights Commander." Win. "
Bend the edge of your mouth sarcastically in your heart as you look down to lay flat and press with your hands.
(Sounds impressed, but it's not a beautiful story. If you win, the country will perish.)
There is nothing more than defeating the Elves themselves than the lack of the art of fighting spiritual cannons. The instruction "Whatever you use, be sure to win" also shares the heavy pressures that carry the country.
After the messenger leaves the room, tell the two remaining in the room.
"We'll go to Grandpa, too. Get ready."
An old man, the captain of the convoy, and a small young woman with sleepy eyes, a member of the convoy, stifle her face with surprise.
With a grin in his eyes, the emperor carries on his words.
"Didn't you know? The rest was always at the forefront in the major battles that shaped the fate of the country."
An old captain who breathes in the words and remembers them.
A civil war with the great nobility that took place about twenty years ago, inspired by the reign of the present emperor. The brocade flag was always on the battlefield with the Imperial Knights.
The emperor's authority is still alive among the local elites, although he was being made a great nobleman. The support of the grassroots away from the great nobility by being called the "Bandit Army" made the balance of victory and defeat lean greatly.
"No need to apologize. They made me feel bad."
To the old captain, who shames the unknown and lowers his head, the middle-aged emperor waves his hand from left to right. He knew the face of a convoy of four male pilots was exposed to the temptation of roses day and night.
The deacon of this castle is Uncle Rosehip, who leads the elite Rose Knights. Whether you're an emperor or not, you're not a good opponent for swelling.
And the trouble is, the motive comes from complete goodwill.
He would have kept himself as he shredded his heart to continue to be a wall protecting the emperor.
"In time, I'll strain you for a while more"
The next person I spoke to was a thin-breasted female pilot with a natural half-eye. The Emperor's position as a class A knight driver, but she had another role to play in keeping her greed handled as if she were obnoxious to a rose.
"Leaving the Imperial Palace left me no time" For the middle-aged emperor, "No male experience" she dressed as a toy.
It was developed day and night.
"I'm fine. I can't do what I said before."
To the sleepy eyed girl who turned bright red and looked down, the emperor says with laughter.
When she raised her voice during the play, she whispered, 'If this is the Knight's cockpit now, I put in external audio and let everyone hear it,' and I enjoyed watching her desperately push her voice to death.
"From now on, I think I'll be able to get away in a few days"
An old escort captain who thinks of things to do and opens his mouth. After receiving your lord's snort, head to the deacon of Rose Castle (Rose Castle) to hold a meeting.
Before noon the following day, as he had expected, he was able to arrange five horsemen in the front square of the castle.
"For a short time, but I was taken care of"
The old captain greets the butler with his three men after pushing the emperor and the female pilot into the A-level cockpit.
Beautiful of his age working out, he courteously breaks his hips.
"May I present to you from me the words of the Lord, Uncle Rosehip, as I surrender"
And four male pilots in front, spinning words.
"One against a woman. There are two ways to deal with a man. And three things you can enjoy as a man but also as a woman"
The captain makes his expression all at once harsh, but looks at his men's reactions and distorts them tremendously. About two people, because they looked convinced.
Apparently it wasn't a temporary distraction to get my hands on the ladies' clothing boy maid.
"The art of having a time in one life that is triple fulfilling. That's what we have here. Please come anytime. I welcome you with all my heart."
Two people snorting and two people shining their faces.
(These two, separated by one, would issue a transfer request. Imperial Knights to Rose Knights)
He was the one who shook up the influence of Rose Castle (Rose Castle) rumors while feeling proud of himself and the other who didn't collapse.
A class is surrounded by four horsemen B class, a line of emperors walking away east, and deacons and servants (footmen) dropping off the knights until their tall backs hide behind the hills.
"So shall we get back to work"
So the butler was summoned by one of his servants (Footman) when he returned his heels to return to the announcement area.
As a gardener, it is one of the people in charge of the care of the rose garden, and there is something you want to see.
"... this is"
Guided to the back of the rose garden, the butler stuffs words for a moment in what he sees. It was a giant rose three times the diameter of a flower.
"When I first found it, it was about twice as big. It's a flower, so I thought it would fall sooner or later, but it's getting bigger every day without squishing."
A flower that blooms once grows as it continues to bloom. Deacon often thinks about unprecedented circumstances.
And when he snorted, he commanded the servant (Footman).
"Pay close attention and take care of it. Maybe a new species followed by a black rose."
Creating new varieties is one of his tasks. It's unclear whether it's a result of mating or a sudden mutation, but if this is the case, we have to take care of it.
I turn my back on the servant (Footman) who replies with a nervous voice, looking up at the graceful castle of White Ya.
(If it was a new breed, you have to name it)
If you grow up big like this, you will show the makeup that will overwhelm others.
("King of Roses," no. What about "Uncle Rosehip"?)
To keep the name of the beloved Lord intact, I was a deacon who could flaunt his name and face.
The place has changed, this is the king's capital. A rooftop garden in Tauro's home, off the south of the pleasure district.
And when he had finished his breakfast and relaxed, he was called from Imosuke, the head of his family, who was in the garden.
(Jeez)
Imosques and dangolows. Me with two in my head and a bitter smile. I'm rubbing a little bit right now.
It happened a few days ago, the night the herb tree was known to be a world tree. I go back to when Dangolow showed me his stunt.
"Is this your special ability?"
Dangobee, fifteen centimetres long, rounded on a bath towel laid on the floor. Besides, I say it while hitting the peanuts.
This spiritual beast was all set in front of him. That's exactly what the world tree had in the Spirit Forest, the invisible magic barrier itself.
According to the commentator's turtle, it's the same except for the attributes.
"I'll do it. I'm surprised."
I feel like I've seen it, it won't be as strong. Still, however, the moves that can protect you and your surroundings are reliable.
Praiseworthy and joyful, General Dangolow. Good to see you so far.
Imoske, the deputy chief, was also proud of his colleagues.
"Huh? If it's going to be a garden forest, what's going to happen if it falls?
Turn yourself back and say 'Oyu' Dangobee. Obviously, I'm on track.
(Sounds bad)
My hunch hit, Imosuke took this as a challenge. I asked for a few days to prepare on the spot, and it continued this morning.
"... this or ah"
Me standing in front of a herbal tree and breathing. Dangolo at his feet, and Zaratan right on the shore, looking up at a point.
One dish prepared by Imosuke is a summer fruit watermelon.
The tree that grew out of the roots of the herb tree and crawled up the trunk wrapped around a branch about the height of my chest, bearing only one fruit.
The size of it is such that I have to hold it with both hands. It makes the branches of the herb tree grow larger.
"You grew up here for a very short time."
This time, the potion has not been molested. It's entirely due to Imosuke's ability.
A twenty centimetre tall boar on a watermelon branch emits a satisfying wave of surprise from me.
"Above."
She said she turned the extra nutrients here. The tortoise, looking forward to Wendan, is upset, but exhales heavily in relief breath with the ensuing explanation.
Growth was delayed by aubergines and cumbers that seemed on the verge of harvest.
"Hey, shouldn't I apologize? Exactly. You won't be able to do this."
A huge green sphere with a black vertical pattern, shaking far above. Dangolia had taken a few steps back at the beauty, but waved herself left and right into my voice.
The next time he advanced and went straight down, he indicated his willingness to fight round himself.
(What do we do? This)
If you look at Chirali and Imosuke, you're asking me to give you a signal while waving a temperamental wave. They're going to go with the countdown and drop the watermelon.
I shrugged my shoulders and exhaled as I scratched my head with my fingers. I waved up my hand as it was and declared it.
"Well, let's go. Three, two, one, that!
Black-green round demons who wave their hands down and at the same time begin to detach and accelerate, and immortals who cling desperately to the bouncing branches.
Meanwhile, a defensive magic user sensing the shadow of a watermelon, which rapidly thickens, immediately activates magic -
- I rolled away without.
"... that would be easier."
Shake the dirt and the watermelon falls. Was it because the ground was soft or the watermelon was sturdy?
Rolling by the corn and pond, the dangoose was stopped by a tortoise swimming by the shoreline in methyl.
And when I get back from being round, I look up at Imosque and say something.
"Shit."
The immortal, who lifted the front half of his body, shook his head vertically.
"Good."
The battle seems to have been won.
Imosuke, who came down to tell the story, and Dangolo, who crawls over to the watermelon. He didn't get along too badly because he immediately started playing obsessively.
Zalatan didn't show how worried he was from the beginning, so I guess he expected this to happen. I feel the difference in my life experience.
"Well, it fits round and above all"
Me talking to myself watching the two of us fail to push the watermelon. If I moved my eyes to the turtle, I would have narrowed them just like I did.
(Better not ask yet)
When I showed the old lady (Old Lady) in the eastern lake, the great spiritual beast of long-lived knowledge spoken of as "Izure Consultation Ni Rite Lust Sii".
I guess it's not 'sooner or later' because we haven't talked about it since then.
With that in mind, a wave arrives from the turtle.
"The Lord," Ryuji, "yo. Journey out Tight Haswanaika?
If anything abrupt, Zaratan said he had traveled the world with the previous Lord. It was quite an interesting experience, so they want Imosque and Dangolo to taste it too.
"The head of herbal trees and the deputy head."
Pointing out that I can't take him out, he says he'll be fine because he'll leave a message.
(Well, sure, with Zaratan, maybe there's no problem)
The Great Spirit Beast looks like a turtle, but is familiar with world trees and the Great Charter (Magi Karta). There is no more dependable existence.
Zaratan continues his words to me as I spin my chin.
"Soleni, Senior Senior Toshite, Itai Mono Moal."
When I hear more about it, it's not a thing, it's a place. Sooner or later officially replaced by a world tree, the garden forest becomes a forest of spirits.
Even though there are other possibilities for a world tree to emerge, the number should nevertheless be limited. They think that if spiritual beasts and warcraft come together, they will be narrow.
"You mean find a place to move in advance? But you can't take herbal trees, ponds, easy, can you?
It is a forest that Dangolow plowed, and Imoske sowed the seeds, and brought them up in two. The pond is also made by Zaratan by carrying shellfish.
But the tortoise glances confidently.
"Ano Fruit Eating Bereba, Power" Chira "Ga Chung Ku"
In that case, it is also possible to transfer the whole thing. Staring ahead is Little but Fruitful Vintage.
(If Zalatan can do it, I guess it's okay. I'm the problem)
Although he lives at will, he has the position of 'Merchant Guild Knight Pilot'. A long vacation without a replacement would cause a great deal of trouble.
Rather than being responsible, I have a strong desire not to embarrass my favorite guild leaders.
(The other is the leg of the journey)
I wish I could use an old lady, but I don't care what you think. In a regular golem carriage, you can't take the Spirit Beasts.
It would be torture for the two of them, such as to keep riding all day without lurking in the cape and having a conversation.
(Then I will personally rent the golem carriage, am I you?)
What was reflected in the back of my brain was the figure of a single Tauro with herbal trees and other pots on the carrier.
Outside the main streets of the kingdom, this world needs an adventurer's escort. It seems very unreliable.
Zalatan can't accompany you.
Metastatic magic is great for the journey, but if you go outside the garden forest, you'll be back 200 meters long. Most importantly, this turtle is the only one who can leave a message alone.
"I want to go, but I can't right away. I'll figure something out."
Answer, nodding Zaratan. Luckily, it doesn't seem like a hurry. So if you look back at the two of them, they are climbing on the watermelon together.
He gave up on rolling.
"Give"
"Yummy."
Notice my gaze, my wave-flying relatives. It would mean 'Take this watermelon to the living room and eat it cold'.
It was just me and Zalatan who were going to be eaten, so I decided to thank you.
"Well, I wonder what we'll do this afternoon"
Me lifting the watermelon with the Imosques on it. It's heavier than it looks and raises expectations for flavor.
It's summer now. Cold watermelons will be good.
(It's a good idea to show your face to the Merchant Guild, and it's not a bad first magic girl war in a long time)
While exploring a whorehouse I haven't seen yet, I also have a hand in stopping by an aid coffee shop on the way and enjoying a conversation with my aunt.
(Yes, Cornell. Though I went to the east country, they called me back without a night)
Reminds me of the unyielding smile of my best friend, a slightly impeccable and macho young man. I just want to ask what happened, but I'm pretty sure I'm busy in the light of the situation.
(Our two Adult Gourmet Clubs are going to be a little further)
But for that time, it will be necessary to gather information on the whorehouse.
(Jeez, even if the Spirit Cannon clears up, we're still busy)
It was me who spilled my thoughts on how to spend a meaningful time in the strong sun.