To the mountain village northwest of Wangdu, I came to exorcise the Warcraft.
I will not return that day because of the summer festival sights, but will stay at the village chief's house.
(I'm hungry and my throat is dry)
Having enjoyed "Flower Dance," I went to the village chief's house one foot away.
Even though it was a festival, the store was not open, so it was impossible to pinch snacks.
"It's also the dancers who open the store. I just don't have the manpower to do it both ways."
These are the words of the village chief who came back late. The sound of the drum has stopped, so it must be over.
He's going to be having dinner too, so hang out with him with cold sparkling liquor. Enjoy the conversation with skewers of riverfish in your hand.
"The festival ends tomorrow evening, right? Are there stalls in the square where you were dancing earlier?"
To my question, the belly-up mayor has a subtle expression. 'Don't expect too much,' he says, putting up a line of prevention.
Although the store leaves, there is no special event. Substantial festivals ended earlier.
(Sounds like Christmas to me the night before the festival is the main event)
I think so. To me, the village chief shakes the subject.
"By the way, Master Tauro, are you not married?
If that's the case, he says he'll introduce you as much as he wants. I was even told that if I were to enter my son-in-law's village, I would prepare my house and fields.
"I'm single, but I'm not willing to get married at the moment"
If you refuse to do so, an old man with a belly that can pull you in lightly. 'I'm a pilot living in Wangdu, so you're right,' I said, 'so I guess I just said it for now.
(But)
Between my eyebrows, I get vertical wrinkles.
(What is the positioning of 'marriage' in this world?
The couple go to the whorehouse and enjoy themselves separately. A culture where we dine together and share our thoughts with each other after it's over.
I honestly don't know what you're getting married for.
(I want to ask, but it's hard to ask)
I can't tell you that I am a metastasizer in my previous life, and I am suspicious that I am too unconscious.
Fortunately, however, I could speculate in the next words of the village chief.
"Before I want kids, I guess so."
A subtle overlap of questions turned out to be the existence of the custom 'to have children, you have to be married'.
The reason seems to be 'to be able to be raised, even if one of them is gone'.
(Regardless of the city like Wang Du, this world is close to death)
When I went to the field, the Warcraft attacked me. Such a way of ending your life is everywhere.
If toddlers were the only ones left in the house, this one would end up with a time difference.
(Not with a single shot. at least a double shot)
I think of the jet plane, and I snort.
Once, long-distance routes were not allowed, even if they were double-crossed. Only aircraft equipped with four or three engines could sail.
Since then it has been loosened by increased reliability, but the reliability of life in this world will never be high.
(Married people have children. If you ask me, we all are)
Santa Claus' deputy guild chief has a wife and grandson. The strong chief also has a daughter. And the herbivore mechanic, definitely single.
(Guild length is either...)
I think of a small old man who resembles a goblin, but neither is likely. I stop thinking and shrug my shoulders towards the village chief.
"I can't imagine right now. But sooner or later, you might want to have kids."
That's what he said to me. The village chief looked at the old man's grin and nodded loudly.
The day after dawn. Waking up late, I'm hanging out in the village square.
In the morning, the bamboo was dismantled, and instead a stall was set up like an edge day.
There are people there, but it's not crowded. It's a village, so I guess this is about it.
(This is good)
Spiked by a skewer, the sausage is as polar as I admire it.
Something that's super coarse ground beef enough to suspect cluelessness, almost just refined with pepper remaining grain. But I can't wait to taste the juice from behind the meat and the texture that crumbles the pepper grains.
(Is this boiled corn?)
After finishing my sausage, I bump into buying.
(... that's not sweet)
A moment of confusion about the gap with anticipation, but this isn't a bad idea. I have a toothpick, and a staple food style, not a snack.
My belly is full and I have plenty of sleep. So next up, lust and lust.
I want two things and head to the store like that. Apparently there is a mixture of men, women, and both sides.
(Yeah?)
The first thing I noticed was a beautiful boy dealing with the girls guests, triple-sided hitting things like chess.
You look familiar to your head, like a teenager when you were old?
'If you win, you can do it with me. Five Stone Goods'
The representation of the posted sign is actually straightforward. I don't know about pawn play in this world, but I'm sure it's strong.
Right next door is a shop specializing in kissing. A beautiful young man with a fine face layered his lips on her and her aunt's opponent.
(Is it like a sanctuary stall? of those who are soft too)
The Sacred Capital is the temple of the God of Commerce. The area you can't get into without being an E-rank merchant is authentic, but the F-rank is calmer and cheaper.
I've never been in a women's area, but I guess it feels like this.
"Clueless Challenge. If you can stand it, you'll be eaten. '
This is also a sign. But I don't know what that means.
Looks like the boys from the village are getting together, so I peek from behind over my head.
(Oh, I see)
Understand and gently slap your palms with your fists. There, a sister with her breasts rounded out, stood with each hand glittering the two boys.
Hands exactly, skilled milk squeeze. He's pointing down just before and letting it go toward the bucket so it doesn't splash around him.
"Yes, unfortunately, that was delicious."
With the hourglass back on, I guess this is the time to 'endure'.
"Sister! I lost my hourglass!
It was me on my right hand who raised my voice in a stuffed cut.
When your sister compliments you, she says, 'I'll eat you' and includes it in her mouth. The sign 'I'll be eaten' must be about this.
"Ah!"
After a little while, the boy grabs his sister's head and looks up and shivers her body. Your sister's throat is moving, so she must be drinking.
(Including the reward, three at a time? You're thinking)
So is Chez's triple-sided hitting, but he's been devised to do a few things with fewer stores.
After that, we'll tour the square, but they're all mellow out. I can't even do it, but I have to win each mini-game.
(... don't you have to work so hard)
Look at the boys running their eyes blood and playing the game, I think.
I'm sorry, but there was nothing like letting my blood roll.
(But you have a lot of young customers. Not all the boys and girls)
There are some exceptions, but the adults are a step back and thorough purse players.
When I ran into the village chief who just showed up, he showed me the answer.
"Today's star is the children."
The eve festival is for adults only. In retrospect, sure, I haven't seen you too young.
When I asked if it was' educational considerations' while I wondered if it was true, I was greatly distressed.
"Those who cannot yet earn their subsistence will not be given a share of the crowd. That's what I'm saying."
The number of dancers is limited, so if the number of participants in the village increases, the number of times per person decreases.
Already at the moment, it seems to be a critical line to see if the adults can be satisfied. Guess I can't afford to add the kids either.
Quite cynical.
(That's right. I've never heard of educational considerations since I came to this world.)
The suspicion clears up, makes me feel sunny, and my expression loosens unconsciously. To me like that, the village chief also told me why the store was all soft.
"The dancers have also used up their strength at the eve festival and are quite drained. So it's impossible to be too hard."
If you ask me, there are many verses that come to mind.
The female dancers rub their hips from time to time, and the male dancers create an oddly transparent atmosphere.
(After all, your body is your best capital)
Regardless of my strength, my cheat abilities don't just have to worry about injury and illness.
Long after he bowed his head in his heart to the mysterious stone statue, he sought a drink and headed to the stall.
The place is from the mountain village of the kingdom, traveling big.
Ruins formerly known as the city of the north, just south of the Spirit Forest. From there, further south, it passes through the possession of the old samurai, chief of the Imperial Knights, and further, there is the Imperial Capital.
The emperor, who had returned to the palace a long time later, had called the old samurai, Uncle Rosehip and the Marquis of his absence to his private room that night.
"I got news from Uncle Borderline. Apparently several elf knights showed up in the big hole and descended to the bottom after raiding the defense team"
The old samurai heard greatly distorts one side of his face and opens his mouth to roar.
"I thought they were scattered around and lurking because they didn't show up in Imperial City. I didn't know that far away was the destination."
Noticing that he had begun to plan a re-expedition in his head, the Emperor informed him to continue.
"It's all about Lord Reaper knocking it down. Not all the elf knights that went out then, based on type and number?
Shown is a Grade A one-horse plus a Grade B five-horse. Then the emperor is right.
"... what"
That's all I got out of the old samurai's mouth.
Even when I say A, B, the Elf Knight is definitely more than half ranked. I didn't think it was the realm of men, like slaughtering it on one horse and without missing it.
"You've become a real Reaper."
Arms together, Rosehip uncle exhales as he shakes his head small to the left and right. This big man with short gray hair feels the same way as an old samurai.
The Marquis was relatively calm, probably because he was not a pilot and therefore had less resonance.
"Why did you go for the big hole? Did the prisoner get it? And we need to recover the Elf Knight."
A tall romance grey marquis gentleman advancing the story on behalf of two colleagues with fewer words.
But there the middle-aged emperor gave a troubled, or powerless, what a subtle expression.
"What have you done?
To the Marquis, who turns his suspicious gaze, the Emperor opens his mouth as he scratches his cheek.
"There are no prisoners, no knights that can be retrieved. It's written that every pilot has been baited by the Golem."
He didn't know what he was looking for because he couldn't even interrogate him.
To the Marquis, who opens his eyes and mouth round and consolidates, the old samurai, the chief of the Imperial Knights, stabs the nail.
"You can't blame Lord Reaper. You lost and you won."
Head of the Knights of the Rose Knights (Rose Knights) who shakes his sturdy jaw vertically and gives his consent. The Marquis is still keeping his mouth open and turning his sights alternately to the two Knights Commanders.
The emperor smiled bitterly at the condition and went on further.
"Uncle Borderline tried to send an investigation team to the bottom of the Great Hole, but the golems were too strong for the Borderline Knights and the Lily Knights. Right now, Lord Reaper is the only one who can get down to the depths."
And Reapers are very unsuitable for investigation and so on.
"I thought of it as an escort, but the border knight is too weak to be protected by a single horse, no matter how Lord Reaper."
After listening, the Marquis opened his mouth by organizing his head.
"So there's nothing you can do about it?"
Emperor, old samurai, and uncle rosehip. What a full silence between the three would mean would be affirmation.
"A round table meeting will be held shortly. Until then, we'll see how things are going and how things are going."
As summed up, the emperor said, turning his attention to Uncle Rosehip.
"Once you get back to your territory, you should take a vacation. The butlers missed you too."
For a short time, the Emperor rented Rose Castle (Rose Castle) as a place of refuge. Words, including thanks for that.
"And what? Is there a 'Rose Cup' at Sir's this year? This is the time to do it without stopping."
The grand old man with short gray hair bowed his head deeply to the Lord's grace.
At the same time, this is Rose Castle, northwest of Teito.
Surrounded by blooming roses all year round, it is an elegant castle in White Asia that tumbles by the river.
Often under the moonlight, this time I can only hear the sound of spirals. But now, it was wrapped up in a hustle and bustle.
"Deacon! Another one from the riverside, approaching. '
Black painted C-class knights react to a magically loud voice emanating from the highest tower in the castle. Slash and discard a medium-sized warcraft with two to four wings under one knife.
'I can't even see the voice from the castle from here,' he told Class C, who looked around to explore if there was anything else.
(Impossible for a warcraft to break in. Again, the aim is that new species of rose)
Speaking to yourself in the cockpit is a magnificent sturdy man who worked out to work out. It is Uncle Rosehip's butler.
He fought day and night on a knight to protect the Lord's beloved rose garden and the giant rose he had recently found.
(As it is, come on, it's painful)
Although it is the home of the Rose Knights, there are no pilots in the servants. For this reason, he is dealing with it alone now.
But that's just the limit. As it is, one day, the Warcraft will pluck you out.
(... I have no choice. Put him on.)
What floated behind my brain was a musculoskeletal, short-haired young man wearing a skirt.
I'm sure of my arm as a pilot, but I have a problem with my mind. He's losing his manhood, and he's shaking his ass no matter who he is.
(Father, why did you become like that when you are so fine that you have no one to shoulder)
With a sigh, shake your head wide left and right.
The young man with short dark hair is Uncle Rosehip's son. I was asked to look for the future, and I was drilling in the Imperial Knights, and one day, suddenly, I was no longer a man.
(Uncle Rosehip's home lesson is, "Men and women, we play each other separately." It's impossible for the Lord to tell you that you can't carry on the trail)
When a son enters his sight, the Lord's mood drops sharply.
If that's all, there was still a verse in which my son hoped to be enraged and caged.
Last time I was offered a hundred straight pairs of Rose Knights, but I'm happy to lose a hundred straight.
(For once, let me talk to you)
Now that the beloved Lord is out there, it is himself, the deacon, who keeps the castle.
Feeling half as rewarded and weighed in on its responsibilities, it was to walk Class C to the Knight Hangar of the Castle.