In the heart of the Spirit Forest, in an elf that extends to the roots of the world tree.
Summer is the season, although the morning mist can set in. The sunshine of the sun, which began to rise, would soon disappear.
By then the people will rise up, and the day will begin.
"Dear High Elf! Let me tell you something in a hurry!
But you can't live at your own pace alone.
A fat old man with a brow stuffed in a high-elf hall, that's exactly it. The soldiers slammed him through the bedroom door and dragged him out of his comfortable sleep at dawn.
"A large group of Imperial Knights are headed this way?
With a bad feeling, the report was the worst.
The Elf Knights, led by an old man as skinny as a dead tree, have already left. The only thing that remains inside is grade C, which cannot be hovered.
(That's why I said it. Totally, I told you to leave the guard.)
There's nothing I can do about biting my teeth.
The discovery was delayed, by the way, because the spirits of the wind had left for Koka. I guess the fact that the world tree no longer emits magic prevents it from sustaining itself.
I was just relying on it, and my ability to watch was a gutter drop.
"I will not allow you to pollute the Spirit Forest! Intercept them with all your might, and don't let them step in one horse or the other."
The soldier warped his face at the instruction, but the thick eyebrow high elf drives him away from the yelling hall.
Next, when he commanded another soldier to gather his colleagues, who had not yet been seen, he headed to the south of the imminent forest of the enemy.
(What number?)
Flying continuously over the trees like monkeys with leap magic, the thick, frowning high elf arrives at the southern end of the forest groans. The giants of the burnt field lined up neatly and walked this way.
There must have been something wrong with the soldiers that brought the news earlier, also because they were watching this.
"The Imperial Knight, roughly a hundred horsemen. Formation, push the big shield and come forward. '
External audio was emitted by a grown C grade with a corner that takes a one-knee stance on the outer edge of the forest.
The pilot, the captain, has a bad complexion, but that would also be natural. This one against is less than ten horsemen.
(The salvation is that there are attacking magic users here)
The magic power of the operators is several times greater than that of the human pilot. Though it takes time to activate, the power and number of times would be comparable to the class B knights of the people.
Seeing a figure standing on the branches of the trees around him, the captain desperately thinks of a way.
(You should dare let them break into the woods and engage in guerrilla warfare with biological operators)
And wait for the return of the Elf Knights main force.
It is unforgivable that a human knight steps into the Spirit Forest. But I have no power to forbid.
The captain came to such a conclusion that the destination of the thick, frowned high elf directing the occasion was, apparently, a different place.
"What are you doing! Shoot, shoot, now."
It was loud magic that exclaimed from the tree at the rear. Looking back at the knight, I saw him swinging the wand in his hand in a hurry.
Jumping on the spot, my voice is also turning into something that cuts metal plates.
(But there is)
Although I have some thoughts, I have no choice but to obey if it is the order of a high elf.
"Goals, Imperial Knights Group. Aim between the shield and the shield '
Red, blue, white, yellow, and attribute colors An arrow of various lights flies from a C-grade short wand (wand) at the same time as a swinging down hand.
Everything hit the shield and disappeared without breaking it or stopping it.
(Distance too far)
The range is critical, and it finally arrives. It's not targeted or anything, and naturally I can't get through gaps or anything.
How he sees this situation, the captain looks behind him again.
"Why stop? Neither do you. Shoot me, shoot me, shoot me."
The thick, eyebrowed high elf bubbled up in the corner of his mouth and shouted to the surrounding surgeons.
As a result, the attack magic is unleashed sloppily during the May Rain Ceremony in an uncontrolled state. No matter, it doesn't work.
Having boiled his fortune, Eyebrow always used his own magic to draw demonic squares on the universe and began casting spells.
Eat this!
Threaded bent wand is swung down with the voice, full of attack magic using a massive amount of magic that is activated. Multiple lightning bolts fall on the Imperial Knights from the top of the diagonal.
A few Knights' Class B sank in the formation, but still the Imperial Knights' formation was undisturbed and their legs did not stop.
The damage was less than the thought of a thick high elf on the brow, probably because of a crowd of large shields that were hoisted densely like a roof.
(No. I can't even stop Master High Elf's magic)
Finally, the captain pushed the difference in identity to advance to the high elf. As we thought earlier, it is "guerrilla battle in the woods".
"You! You want me to let the lower bitch step in with my earthfoot?"
Grade C with a corner that breaks the knee, in front of the eyebrow thickness standing on a tree branch. It was the arrow of fire (Fire Arrow) that was unleashed there with anger.
Because the Elves are excellent at magic manipulation, they taste the burn pain the knight has suffered as an object.
When he ate his teeth and calmed his mind, he explained that 'under the present circumstances, I can't prevent it' and asked him to reconsider.
'If you say so much, you can try!
I guess there was something about the reality in front of me that I admitted while distorting my thick brow. Turning his back in a grumpy way, he leaps magically and leaves on the branches.
(The enemy will soon reach the woods. No time to work out fine measures)
When the captain exhales, he tells them that the battle is at their discretion. And he scattered the knight and the sorcerer.
In the regular sway of the earth, which gradually grows larger, the captain retreats to the point of being able to hide. Keep the knight low and lurk him in the dim depths of the forest.
It was shortly after that that the Imperial Knights reached the outer edge of the forest.
(... those guys)
The captain groaned in the cockpit because he couldn't. The Imperial Knights, who reached the woods, did not pass among the trees, but began to cut down the trees on the path with their swords.
Waving a meaty sword is a man-shaped golem that will also be eighteen meters tall. Whether it is a tree with a trunk diameter greater than one meter, it is cut down by one blow.
(What is it? what can happen to the world)
A wide range of paths to the world tree, built to go while you look at it. The captain stared blindly at the condition, leaving his mouth half open.
"Stepping into the Spirit Forest will not deliberately harm the forest."
That's what I had in mind.
Because the world tree is the only being that unleashes magic on the world. And the surrounding forest is the place where precious magical plants grow.
Even if we got the forest, this would drastically diminish its value.
(I thought they were greedy and stupid, but so far I'm not stupid)
What sprang to my heart was anger, not fright or mockery.
If people just perish, they can laugh at what they deserve. But it's not a hoarding thing, such as getting caught up in stupidity.
(Stop it, or the world dies)
At the end of his gaze, the Imperial Knight is pointing his big shield this way, even as he waves up his sword. You didn't realize yourself, you must be wary of attack magic from the back of the woods.
(Hit)
Aim for the head not hidden in the shield and release the fire arrow (fire arrow), but it is not hit because it is moving.
He tried to retreat while pounding his tongue, but at that time a thunder arrow (Thunder Arrow) pierced the Imperial Knight directly from the side.
(You're a surgeon!
It would be a biological elf lurking in the woods. For what it takes to chant, it takes time to activate, but the attack power remains the same.
The captain slammed the fire arrow (Fire Arrow) again, seeing damage to the side of his stomach and dislocation.
(Yo!)
An Imperial Class B who sprays fire from his chest and collapses from his knees, and a captain who holds his fist and shouts a compliment to his heart.
But the captain's expression, quickly cloudy. Because two new horsemen emerged from behind the defeated enemy and logging operations resumed.
(No retreat, no chase)
For the sake of vigilance, will the work be interrupted? Or would you look for a shooter and split it into the back of the woods on a single ride? That's what I was hoping for, but neither is the action of the Imperial Knights.
They keep cutting through the woods with their swords as they cover each other with shields.
(Then only keep knocking it down)
Some repositioning and an elf-class captain rides releasing fire arrows (fire arrows). It is played with a large shield, as it was earlier, but fate is an attack from the blind spot by the surgeon.
Even if that's prevented, you can shoot yourself in again.
(Show me your shield and I'll put a fire arrow (firearrow) in the cockpit)
Wait for the scepter (wand) set up, but it was the crimson knight who jumped in from behind the two horsemen who blocked his sight.
Crossing like a disease, he flashed his sword toward the trunk of a tree.
(Been?)
With a splashy tide of blood, the captain found out that there was an elf surgeon there. The crimson knight does not stop, and when he twists his body, he waves his sword sideways to another tree.
Immediately after, a shadow fell from the tree. A giant foot that steps on it and moves it to twist. From underneath, the red liquid smudges out to the surrounding area.
(How did you know?
Even myself, accustomed to the woods, said I couldn't find it.
The question would also be natural. There is no way the rider would know, such as having a uterus (sensor) that senses sight.
Horribly, the crimson knight turns to himself, who is supposed to be hiding. For some reason, he seemed to laugh disgustingly.
(... stupid. There can be no such thing as a golem making an expression)
Because of the extra thought, the motion is delayed and I can't escape.
At the next moment, the Class C was severed vertically by a crimson knight who jumped in with the instantaneous power that the main knights of the Elf Knights were also Kaya.
Far from the Spirit Forest, this is the King's Capital.
The height of the walls surrounding the capital is more than twenty meters. The thick walls narrow as they go up, but even at the top, they are five meters wide and are passageways.
The walls were provided with towers at regular intervals, with soldiers watching the surroundings day and night.
(Morning sunshine, eyelids)
Sighed a lean middle-aged man looking tired. What he is walking in is a passage at the heavenly end of the walls, but not a soldier from his outfit.
In fact, this wide cobblestone path, open to the people during peacetime. For that reason, besides him, there were many people who enjoyed walking and jogging.
(I'm fine.)
View from the rooftop of a six-story building, far from everyday. I get excited about it and squirm people sideways, round their backs.
I walk here every morning, so I'm completely used to the landscape.
(The junior whorehouse event was a great success. But you can't stop)
No one notices, but he is the "wind cloud child in the industry".
Ideaman to let the Hanayagi world catch a fresh breeze with a novel idea that is not caught in a ready-made frame. And he is also a businessman who runs a number of whorehouses.
The routine walk was to get a flash, and I exhaled because there was nothing out there.
"Doctor Slime."
Twinkle with the falling morning sun and the strong wind of heights.
It was a long time ago that I pulled the industry with new values and was progressing alone like a spear tip. Now it is every day to contend for the lead with a man named Doctor Slime.
(Bowl of Parents and Children, Sin and Punishment, Baseball Fist (Slime Game))
It's all Doctor Slime came up with and something he didn't think of.
(Parent-child bowls and slime games are still fine. The problem is sin and punishment)
With regard to the previous two, I see. If I had any hang-ups, I would have come up with one myself.
But sin and punishment are different.
"You wouldn't normally think about it, like being made to feel painful and happy, would you?
Unexpectedly my voice gets louder and I realize I was talking to myself.
Look around and make sure no one was watching. The industry's wind cloud children. The plain looking skinny old man leaks a breath of relief.
(Exactly genius. I didn't expect to be reminded of the difference in talent so far)
Repentance, respect, joy to have someone to compete with. That's why I asked for new ideas and my earlier sigh leaked.
When I gently shake my head to the left and right to change my mind, I turn my mind to my basics.
"I want you to enjoy the women in the whorehouse cheaper."
This is the motive of the industry's wind cloud children, who continue to hold the same aspirations. Wall butt whorehouses and fast food whorehouses can also get here if they follow the roots of the idea.
Of course, there are parts that cannot be conceded. That's the "whorehouse" part.
(If you're a go-go bar, you can lower the amount than a whorehouse)
But the Go-Go Bar business model is what shows dancing women in stores and collects take-out fees. The play takes place at the guest's place of stay, resting place, etc., and does not interfere on the store side.
The quality of play is also left to her, as the store is loosely putting together a private operator called "Dancer".
"Naughty, Worse Than My Wife"
"While I was in the shower, I was pulled out of my wallet"
There's not much trouble like that. Whorehouses, on the other hand, are the form in which shops employ women and provide services.
If you have a complaint, you can tell the concierge, or you can sue the merchant guild for the store itself. Because of this, the credibility is very different.
(But even if it's cheap, what can I do)
The important thing here is not to lower the quality.
"We're going to cut the price a lot, so it's okay to have a slightly worse look and service for women"
The wind clouds in the industry will never tolerate such an idea.
"Maintain quality and offer at a more affordable price"
This is the absolute condition, and that's why we can't cut labor costs.
(... No, I can't think of anything)
What's very different from Doctor Slime is that this is the pros you're eating. Tauro is only a hobby, so he just drools his thoughts without thinking about his income and expenditure.
A wind cloud child in an industry who has to fight on the same mound as a hobbyist may be pitiful in a way.
(Hmm?)
If you look up into the sky, a tombi is dancing while you make a tall squeal.
To its idyllic landscape, I wanted to throw everything out and fall into it.
(Tombi? Nice, looks easy)
Carnivorous birds circling in the sky looking for earthly prey. Actually, I guess I live to the fullest, but that's what I think.
A plain, skinny old man who follows his blurry movements. Something in my heart takes shape I don't know.
(turn, spin......)
Suddenly a lightning strike strikes in his brain, his eyes wide open and he screams.
"This is it!
A new form of affordable whorehouse is the moment of fertilization. It will be a while before we are born.
And only the gentlemen of the Wangdu Hanayou kingdom knew if it was acceptable.