Five days after my trip to Galhart territory, Mizette and I were safely on the airship and coming all the way inside the elves.
Although the red leaves were still bothering me on the road, I generally burned to warm the rice balls with fox fire, but I got nothing because of the lack of tuna mayo.
Sure, it's trouble when it comes to trouble, but what the hell, this guy really doesn't brace.
By the way, Miss Kuroko was also in training during her break, and what a level she was taking only one more.
Replay mode can't be used without me, but it's something I do a lot in Red Leaf Opponent mock warfare.
I admire your enthusiasm.
... that's why I spent five days gathering information in the first elf I've ever been to.
Using giant trees standing around the foot of the world tree, this inside was surprisingly civilized and even existed like escalators, or elevators, of trunks of trees that you wouldn't notice in a puff but were made using magic.
This way, when you put your foot on the trunk, it automatically forms a staircase that moves with the railing.
Magic to the extent I understand it as a vocational correction, there shouldn't have been such convenient magic, but...
No, it's not that I don't know the truth.
For there existed in this world what should also be called the original magic, long before the salvation of mankind was taken: vocation.
The iconic presence of its users is the living legend Lara Sartira, the head of this elf.
He is the first special person in the world I have ever created in an app to evolve from an elf to a high elf.
I guess that time, in order to face the threat of flying whales, I wished God a miracle with Derma Larkaya, a man of the human race in the primitive era, and had his first breakthrough: the hero and his evolution into a high elf.
What an emotional human species to think of.
He won't know anything about me personally, but he still remembers this one as clear as the other day.
Anyway, time passes differently over here.
Thousands of years ago, in the original era, what a god of creation (player) it was, essentially, about six months ago.
"So, before you head to the labyrinth, you want me to go say hello to the chief of this house?
"That's right. I don't know who you are, but I understand that you two are hands-on from your magic. But that labyrinth was a fortress of intransigence that even modern brave men could not attack. If you activate the demon by stimulating it poorly, it can be irrevocable."
Most likely.
The man who talks to me about this is Elf, a man who is entrusted with the gatekeeper of the labyrinth entrance in the inner realm, and he is asking me to grasp the power even while suspicious of us who do not reveal their identity, and if I really want to go through, to get permission from Lara Sartira, the chief of the clan, before passing through.
The reason, of course, is that bad stimuli can be dangerous in reverse.
Suitable, of course.
Anyway, they won't know I'm onto the mystery of the labyrinth.
Although, I can't back down here either, so I'll eat down...
"But that lord Lara Sartira is in a meeting with a line of brave men right now, and you can't get your hands off him, can you? Moreover, the timing of the conclusion of the talks remains to be determined. Depending on the outcome of the discussion, you've come to say that you might be banned from traffic because it would stand in the way of the brave. Then you can't go through forever."
"But... if you don't manage your safety based on the possibility that it will, it will hurt you too"
Um, I'm aware that I'm saying it's impossible, too, but the plan is frustrating when they hear it could be a traffic ban on reason over there.
Of course, it's a reasonable reaction because you don't even know I'm the cheat bastard who won't die over there and can store my people and go back to Japan for good.
I'm in trouble.
Is it a pain in the ass for Mizette to negotiate like this, and I'm in charge of discussing it with the gatekeeper to see what's going on there?
You're totally stuffed with this situation where there's not a single person you can count on if you don't even know.
... and that's when I heard a voice from behind.
"Yeah? Oh, you, I've seen that before. It's magical. I wonder where it was. Uh-huh."
"Ah, Master Belal! Good luck patrolling!
"Ah, yes, yes. Hi, good luck."
It was a woman with beautiful blonde hair and an elf wearing a costume who could clearly tell she was different from the gatekeeper.
Uh, I've seen him somewhere, too, this guy.
Well, I mean, you're contributing to raising the level in the Temple in replay mode day and night, aren't you, XP?
No, it's been a while. Really.
I'm out of time, thanks a lot for the always delicious experience.
"Is that it? Well, why are you waving so cheerfully? You! That familiar attitude, I knew I recognized it somewhere!
"It's been a while. Mr. Belal seems to be doing well, above all."
Yes, it was Belal Sartila, a bow master who had accompanied Argus Lockhart, a wise man, a hundred years earlier in a demonic crusade.
But when we broke up a hundred years ago, you managed to get my report back to my mother, Lara Sartira.
Finally, there is no other way to not recognize this side.
Because after a hundred years, a 10-year-old boy appeared as a 15-year-old.
Normally I don't notice.
I'd rather have good memory in front of suspicious people because they look familiar with magic.
"Uh, erm.... What's your name?
"It's Kenji. I now call myself Kenji Galhart. I used to take care of you with Argus the Wise."
Bow down with Pecori.
"Buuuuuuu!!? Hey, hey, Nande!? Nandenande!? such an idiot!?
"Duh, what is it, Master Belal?!? What the hell are these people!?
"There's nothing wrong with that! That's impossible! Why are you here? No!
As soon as you hear my name, throw away all the room you've had earlier and throw up a dialogue like a stage villain or something.
You think you're a weird person yourself, but you'd be surprised if you saw it from someone else.
Rather, it's just that Argus, who understood me, and Mizette, who accepted everything, were more special examples...