The Brave Party was heading southwest on the plains and woods repeating field "Willide" around a little south of Sicilicana Road, one of the routes heading west over the Kingdom of Ediana. The destination is supposedly a small village called “Huu” located in the mountains.
I was following them as I walked through that field at my usual pace.
He continues to chase the basically silent, faceless handsome brave man three years early. I hesitated to step in any further at the time, as I watched from a distance every day wanting to get close to him and not be able to grasp any trigger, realizing the chillness of my gaze that subtly avoided people and disappointed me with something.
I'd like to talk to you if possible. But when I try to put myself in front of him, I feel like I'm afraid to speak up or something... That kind of feeling in front of the idol of my heart got in the way and all I could do was look away from where I'd been.
I'm sure it's not my fault or anything like that that I feel like something is starting to change from around helping the boss fight in a woodland dungeon lately. Kiss me, go through a princess hug, and say. When other fans find out about this, there's going to be a mixed blade flying in the storm, but I'd like to think that the fact that the distance is very close at the mundane time and the chances of a sweet atmosphere increase is proof that our relationship is certainly changing.
Still, the stance of just looking from afar remains essentially unchanged. Because I understand my reason properly that kissing is a greeting and the latter is just kind. I'm the only one happy. I'm the only one who's happy. That certainly fills my heart, but I need the feeling of happiness he feels in order to satisfy all of it. It's never solitary… what I want my presence to be, if possible, the starting point for him to produce it. If you think it may be desirable, but it is also a lifelong goal. I'm sure that's just about right.
Well, make it about this dusk.
In fact, the problem is, if we don't get a physical distance of 10 meters away, we won't even be on the starting line to be the daughter-in-law of the brave.
Thanks to the Warcraft, we push the plains as we take a far-sighted look at the field monsters who won't try to come this way even if they break into the territory. Until now, fleeing and hiding and responding without a choice, the movement of the monster's burgeoning field has not been so easy.
—— Encount reduction is great and you can shorten your time! This is going to catch up with the brave man sooner than usual ♪
According to the knowledge gained in the Great Library of the Empire, any warcraft is born with the skill of “intimidation”. It seems to have the effect of "not donating classes or monsters below my level”. For the record, when a certain level is reached, “Struggle Instinct” skills develop, and if there is no overwhelming difference in strength, it seems to be able to combat the “intimidation” of level dependence, making it combatable. Since the sequence of demonic species is a complete system of strength, “Struggle Instinct” can be said to be a must-have skill for downwards.
In the first place, what the hell is the level of Passiva? Well, that demon lady said herself as much as she said she was a koo lord, so at least she's a marquis, and possibly a duke. Having a title in the sequence of demonic species means being quite powerful, so I suppose it is quite expensive when it comes to its use demons.
—— It's a bad special skill, but it's really good to have a "woman in distress", Phil. That woman was the one you scratched and couldn't win. [M] That's so strange that I've already been able to buy time.
Applause to the distant sky, recalling the appearance of a shrewd demonic lady who made it clear that she was a "companion" to a boy whose slightly unhealthy ivory coloured (ivory) skin revealed a white group of threads. I thought we were together, but that vibe has a hectic feeling. Somehow I can see being pushed to build a system harem. The next time I see you, what kind of woman are you bringing this time?... I feel smudged, but the struggle of others is human goto.
At some point the field had changed from plain to woods as we proceeded with our thoughts on so many things.
Time for sunset is passing, and the darkness gradually deepens.
- Hmm?
As the fog begins to rise through the woods of the night darkness, the brave antenna, not the monster antenna, stands pinned. Immersed in a proud mood that I seem to have finally succeeded in pinning his location to a distance where I can feel it more accurately, I move on to an ever-increasing number of his signs. The black warcraft comes with a hiccup at a distance of whether or not he can see his master, as he pinches the road grass.
After leaving the castle town of the Kingdom of Ediana, I somehow realized that apparently he (?) It's like the first time on earth in a long time is rarely seen. I stared jizzily over there and showed a good bare gesture that I was desperately putting up with the urge to rush out. The two subordinate letters inscribed on the status make me do whatever I want with him, but honestly, I can't think of anything I want. I have a hand in getting it huge and putting it on its big back and moving around, but I don't think I'm going to lose the strength - the endurance - that I gained over the course of three years. That's what I'm asking you to do when you can't move, and for now, if my life seems to be in danger, protect it, and then you can do whatever you want.
Thus, when the hem of the garment became twitchy and damp because of the dewy grass trees, I found a blurry, swinging light at the end of my gaze. I wonder if it's also a house in such a forest, and I go that way, remembering the witch who abandoned the secularism that comes out of the fairy tale.
By the time I got there, I could see that that was the building I deserved to call a museum more than a house. The light of the lamp is leaking out of some windows and I stand flat in the front of it.
—— Trouble. The brave man is in this mansion. I'm here...
This hall, obviously, has an unusual atmosphere.
The twig leaves covering the walls are creepily shaking everywhere, but the flame of the lamp lit at the front door is not shaking. No matter how much windy the glass protects you, the lamp has an air removal hole. If the strength of the wind is inferred from the shaking of that leaf, the flame inside can shake. Why can't I shake it? That's just an imitation, Cora! and go to the dreaded doorstep with an inner evil state. By the way, I'm not assuming the wind isn't blowing. There's no wind, but it's shaking. It's too scary, so it's bottomless.
--Ahhh... yuck. You said no horror......... (tears eyes)
When I pressed the big door into the waste of the obviously haunted mansion atmosphere, I heard that noise in my ears with giggles, and my dim entrance was full of vision. In the center of it lies a giant wind watching chicken about 2 meters long, folding its neck in an unspoilt direction.
--Hino, no, no, no, no! What is this creepy object? < (… > <) > Nobody's here! I don't care if you're here!... This is scary!!!