Kuishinbo Elf

A week of walking in the desert, we finally made it to the Holy City of Liturgirtus.

In the meantime, he was attacked by a herd of hitchers about a dozen times, but he suppressed all this, and now he has developed into a situation in which the number of hitchers exceeds a hundred.

"Is this... the former Holy City of Liturgy?"

One of the hitchers shrugged like that no matter who he told. It's an impossible story. Because there is no longer a shadow of the former Holy City, but something like the ruins of everything being destroyed.

As someone who knows the Holy City of Liturgy on Saturday, I feel I can tighten my chest to this tragedy. If we do not rebuild the Holy City as soon as possible, the sense of purpose will swell up.

"This looks terrible. I also understand that you would not wish to go on your own."

Prince Moo also gives his face to this so miserable, and offers his condolences to those who have finished in this land. Yes, the decayed who were not buried in this land were eager for us to come.

Now I can finally mourn you. I'm sorry I kept you waiting. But just wait a little longer, there's something I need to do first.

"Let's reboot the teleporter before we dare. Everything starts with that."

"I understand. Teleporters are here, Master El."

The place where the teleporter was installed is where Krütel led us. It is the purpose of this time to reactivate objects that have been sealed and rendered unusable since the war and to transfer the millennials safely.

While climbing the rubble, we manage to reach the teleporter facility. This place is also rough all you want.

"Mmm, you're an old fashioned teleporter. It's faster to build a new one than to re-run it."

I expanded the teleporter's drawings to get them back up and running, and I frown on those too old drawings.

It turns out that he was an early teleporter who was too inefficient to be tied to tradition and updated. How dare you? Well, it's something I never had an accident with before.

It came to the conclusion that enormous magic must now be used on top of the fact that only three people can be transferred at a time, and that it would therefore be better to establish a new teleporter.

If it were me, I wouldn't have built a new teleporter. Well, watch.

"Ho, ho, ho, ho!

In the mood of my rift, a little pillar of light occurs in. The new teleporter was completed with this. In the meantime, it is only two seconds of events. Hey.

"Yeah, I know it's awesome... can't you handle that hanging voice?

"I can't do it because it's a voice of my soul."

Edward pointed me out about the call, but this wasn't an intentional call, I wanted to tell the truth.

Thus, with the establishment of a new teleporter, I set fine adjustments and succeeded in reviving the bridge that connects the Kingdom of Langsten with the Holy Nation of Militanas.

This area makes use of the personal teleporter's know-how set up in Casaleim, so things transported smoothly. It's a lot of challenges.

"Oh, that's good. Most of them are transferable on a two-hundred scale."

"Again... your talent doesn't seem to know where to stay"

Prince Moo looks at the magical drawings with interest. I'm a little immersed in superiority in his eyes as if he hadn't seen a lot of magic drawings or something rare.

Because it's one of my few specialties. Can I give you more praise?

"Well, Elle's talent isn't like this. She can sleep standing up. Besides, it's possible to fight while sleeping."

Here Edward exposed my personal information in the sense that he held Prince Moo hostage. I mean, why did you expose that information? There will be more information to pass on.

Prince Moo gives a cool look to Edward for bursting Doya's face. However, on closer observation, the temples are pimply and cramped. Apparently, I regret it. But I don't know where remorse springs from in the current information.

"And we're not moving to the kingdom of Langsten. We have to pick up the millennials."

I activate the teleporter to change the atmosphere. A magic formation of light emerges from the ground to form a pillar of light, which eventually emerges stable and transferable letters.

It is this magic formation that is the main body of the teleporter, who truly sees completion by erecting a building around this magic formation.

However, if you only want the function, just the magic team. In that case, don't complain if the destination is dusty rain.

"Yu, I shouldn't..."

"Fuki-kun, it's a setup error. Well, if you remember, I'll fix it."

I fumbled at Liot's scratch. Apparently, he forgot to modify the first character he tried and typed. Well, there's nothing functionally wrong with it, so it'll be okay to put it behind you.

"Fukiyun, is Langsten snow?"

The kingdom of Langsten, ahead of the transfer, was shining and snowing. I forget that when I am in the ever-summer Holy Land of Militanas, it is now January. I mean, it's cold, plump! Zubi.

"You're gonna catch a cold, aren't you?

It was Mikael who said that and wrapped a white muffler around my neck. I'll take care of him. Shortly afterwards, the fierce dos black pressure began to release from behind me, didn't it?

"All the time..."

"Unexpectedly, there are enemies."

It is the two princes who scatter their thighs and thighs... and dos black aura without shame. Mikael is doing it in good faith, so give me a break.

"Shit."

Tongued!? Mikael, no way, you too!?

"Ah, Master Ertina? Let's go."

"Oh, oh, yeah, Sanfo"

My thoughts were reactivated by the cares of the insignificant Sanfo. Yeah, let's forget about now. Let's do that, that's good.

Having decided I had nothing to do with it, I hurried to the sight where Master Millenia would be.

Between the sights, there were kings and millennials. Rarely do they have anyone else but them. On the king's knee, which boasts a large body as always, puffy baby millennia looks up to the king.

"Oh, boy, Millenia's a good girl."

"Ugh!

Millennials who are babies to the king seem in a good mood. The king leaves his gaze sluggishly lowered to the millennial lady who smiles properly.

"Long time no see, my king, millennia."

!?

You hadn't noticed my entry, and the king's movements hardened as if the hour had stopped the moment he was heard. And told him his posture correctly as if nothing had happened.

"Well done, Ertina. And Prince Moo."

The face was filled with pride and majesty, and rightly showed off the king's piercing. But it's pointless.

It's too late for that.

To my scratch the king throws [the majesty of the king] without hesitation.

"I don't know what else to do, you millennial cutie."

"Ai ~"

"You know what I mean."

He took the king's mask off again and went back to his grandfather's face. The millennial lady held by him is shaving her thumb all over the place.

"Sometimes our Edward's with him, isn't he?

He's hiding behind that pillar.

"You betrayed me!? el!

"Fluffy cum, so you betray me."

A bad prince who leaves the country on his own needs moxibustion. It was decided that he had given the king a cocktail to produce a brilliant octopus.

"At all, don't forget that you are a prince of one country"

"Didn't you acknowledge me as a warrior?

"It's not the same story as this one, just a little bit."

The king sighed and told him to tell his grandson after a breath.

"Or is Ertina's bond just on the top?

"Huh!"

Shocked by the king's words, Edward began to cramp with the pull. And then he left me thinking, "I believe you," and then he took a look.

"It's restless. He looks just like his father."

"Does that mean you look like a king in the distance?

"Gum."

My exact scratch gives the king the look of being poked where it hurts. In contrast, I had a good face and had a good time. We did it.

"Ertina, let's get this reward. Chiko, come here."

"Fuki-kun, do as you say"

Complete victory, that letter came up in my brain, and I approached him without any hesitation.

"You hung up, fool!

Jolli, Jolli!

"Fuki-yu! Fuki-kun!

Shit! What a cunning trap! I was captured by the King and taken a direct hit by the Fear Special Attack [Otori - Beard Attack]!

A beard of difficult hardness ravages my puffy cheeks relentlessly! I totally forgot because I haven't had this exchange for a while! Somebody help me!

"It's about friendship."

Kuru! Prince Moo! Tochi, don't say anything crazy. Please help me! Please, everything is fine... there you are!? It hurts more than a ghost attack!?

"Phew... Ertina's cheeks are still the best"

"Damn!

My cheeks are stained bright red and tingling against the king's lustrous skin. Without healing magic, it would have been heavier. Ozabe, the king's mustache.

And for some reason, Master Millenia, delighted with my white-eyed cramped state. Would you have looked that bad? I guess I was.

Having endured the torment of the king's reward, I report the creation of a new teleporter and tell him that the Kingdom of Langsten and the Holy Nation of Militanas are reconnected.

"Um, thank you for your hard work. Now the people of Militanas can return to their country."

"Yeah, but it's gonna be tough."

Yes, we must rebuild the Holy City over the years to come. But with me there, I was confident that I would be able to overshadow this common sense.

Let me show you, cheat reconstruction with everything I've got!

From this, the reconstruction of my Holy Nation of Militanas enters the full-scale realm. Fulfilling the wait there...?