Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

[88 hours after the occurrence of the fog]

Set in the central part of the Crimson Imperial Air Garden, the Crimson Empire is home to as many as 100 transfer gates (teleporters).

Although the metal columns in the shape of circular stones (stone circles), 30 to 40 metres in diameter, are lined up (previously the imitation of the transfer magic device placed on Cress may have been a diversion of parts from here) and this place usually has a harsh atmosphere like a huge sacrificial site, the last few days have seen constant movement gates (teleporters) operating, noisy and tedious with people who have taken refuge from all over the continent.

Following the instructions of the guide angels, beasts, and man-made demons, people with anxious expressions are directed to various designated evacuation areas.

A transfer gate (teleporter) set up in the Gravior Empire emitted light and newly evacuated people came out of the transfer gate (teleporter) with their baggage and powerless footsteps.

Some breathe heavily and deeply, some rarely look around, and some find acquaintances and hold hands together.

Christophe, your lips flashed unexpectedly as he stared at the metastasis gate (teleporter).

"Elmer! Lucas!

Pull over your luggage - and the majority of it seems to be in storage backs that contain more items and no weight change than the apparent volume, a magic item - but with curiosity eyes, I was peering around, Christoph, turning this way like two dark blonde and red-haired boys in the same school uniform as you were bounced off, and I smiled.

"Christoph!"

"You're safe!

3 shagging like puppies to make sure they're safe with each other and slap each other on the shoulders or poke each other on the spot if they've lost their shoulder strength.

I warmed up a little bit of AC, and Christophe cut it out as a snack.

"What do you think, how's the Imperial Capital?

Two people tightening their expressions as soon as possible.

"... it's terrible. With the refugees overflowing outside the city, there's a riot and looting going on there."

"The merchants are also taking this opportunity to buy up products and sell them for profit, and from what I've heard, one and a half pieces of white bread is a piece of silver coin. That's 50 times what you've been up to."

"Right..."

Having said what I expected, I hear you're informed and shocked by such shallow parts of humans by people close to you, Mr. Christoph.

"Is it the effect of" fog "? How well is it known to the citizens?

"In the official view, the magic experiments carried out in EON have been rampant, and harmful clouds are spreading throughout the continent..."

Christoph, the blonde, intelligently impressed boy you called 'Elmer', replied with a sigh of relief.

"I guess it's not actually 'harmful'..."

The red-haired, slightly light-haired boy, also known as' Lucas', continues.

"There is no other way, how much noise would it be if you let the truth know? In fact, thanks to the Emperor and the royal family remaining in the Imperial Capital, the people have managed to maintain a critical peace based on the hopeful observation that it is not so important."

"The aristocrats have fled to the Far East... and it's lamentable."

Watching three students with an atmosphere that was just a little tense when it came to soothing...... I was looking a little away, expecting eventual interruption of the people's waves, and only two more maids (both human squire. The people who look as close to humans as possible are supposed to be in charge of the greeting) and took him in for a subtle look.

"Hello, Christoph, you're your alumni, aren't you? Nice to meet you. You're safe."

Pinch the hem of the skirt with both hands and give a toast (Cartesy).

"Ah-ha, yes. Nice to meet you, lady."

"Nice to meet you. Kind regards. Painful."

They suddenly seemed to talk and eat, but they both returned the favor in a way they were accustomed to like noble children.

Then for some reason, like a crisp, broken brisket doll, I looked at your sneery face, all aligned and oddly bloody, Christoph, and turned to me again.

"... excuse me. I need to talk to Christoph personally for a little while, so I'm just gonna take my seat off."

Elmer is polite. [M]

"-? Oh, yes. If your luggage seems to get in the way, I'm keeping it here, though?

Suggesting so, "Please," they both looked at the three maid clothes behind them chillily and put their baggage on the spot.

So, Christophe, who was so relieved that he couldn't cope with what happened, grabs both hands and takes them straight to the shadow of the nearby pillar of the Transition Gate (teleporter).

"- What do you mean?!"

"What?

"It's that beautiful girl! What do you mean," Christopher "? What princess and what relationship is it?!"

Looks like he's pushing to kill and talking, but at this distance, he can afford to lose it.

"Get out of the way... er, the..."

"... oh, I see. I mean, you know," Christopher, you. "

"I see. You don't have to tell me, I figured it out on that face, 'Mr. Christoph'.... but, well, are you lucky this wasn't normal"

"Well, otherwise the lady from the fan club would have gone mad..."

"No, quite a few noble ladies have evacuated, and this is going to be a turbulence, not a rough one."

"It might be more important that way than the doom of the world"

Elmer and Lucas, all aligned and dry laughing in a serious way. It was you, but when you accidentally stopped laughing, you looked at each other and sighed powerlessly, "Ha-ha-ha".

You're an interesting friend. Is this what alumni are equally like?

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The aerial gardens are, in fact, divided into multiple layers, in which there are various environments - scorching lava zones, extremely cold zones where exhaling breath also freezes, and basal lakes, which are salt lakes of all sizes seen as freshwater lakes and oceans - forming settlements (colonies) of demons of different habitats.

The exact total floor area is unknown, but I think it's probably about the size of a total, literally small country.

Incidentally, the first layer that comes to my attention is basically Vacant Red Jade Castle, which is my castle. Behind me, a vast forest of world trees spreads, and in front of me there is a castle town… or the shopping district connects houses, among other important facilities, such as the transfer gate (teleporter) landing site I used earlier.

Essentially, the residential area consists of a second tier, with an underground (or aerial garden floating in the sky, so this expression is subtle), and since the inhabitants originally lived about 10,000 (well, apparently this is the spot for unrecognized fairies and monsters, as far as the registration of their names is concerned), and there are about 5,000 resettlement groups who lived there starting to interact with the ground, the Dead Space is like a mountain, so I opened up the residential facilities that I originally built but didn't use to let them move there.

Essentially, this one feels like it would have been abandoned if it hadn't acted antisocial, naturally and nationally, with Emperor (Emperor), King (King), Führer (Hewler), Speaker (Chairman), President (President), and other members of the bloodline with great power, seemingly taking the initiative and putting it together, but basically watching from here on out with a no-touch attitude.

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That's why Christophe, the royal family of the Grawior Empire, the largest nation, also seemed to be in a position to be an aggregator at some point, even if he didn't want it when he wanted it, and he had a busy day after that, three days later, he was able to talk calmly.

Finally, it was noon on the day when the report of the imminent fog arrived in the Imperial capital of Argentina.

Rose Labyrinth, one of the gardens in Vacant Red Jade Castle.

One of my favorite gardens is the vast garden maintained daily by gardeners of high elves and botanical monsters with one fallen leaf, not even a circle of dead flowers, different kinds of roses blooming all year round.

Another favorite, by the way, is the Cherry Circle, which continues with cherry trees, but this one will only be enjoyed in the spring.

Shi 'a (Azumaya) of blow just surrounded by thick columns on all sides.

Christoph with a brief lunch at that place where the rose hedge is surrounded and replaced by a wall, when you put the spoon and fork down, you wiped your mouth with a satisfactory napkin.

"Dear treat, it was delicious"

"Dear Mr. Bad. It looks like it was in your mouth."

When I answered that, I rounded my eyes - and then looked wolfy, alternating between a dish that was beautifully emptied and my face.

"Um... Could this be handmade by Her Majesty the Princess...?

"Yeah, not all of them, but I made three types of Bolognese and carbonara, pepperoncino pasta and caesar salad, stewed chicken red wine, white fish balsamic sauce, tortillas, and dessert panna cotta."

In the meantime, I tried to unify it in Italy.

Mr. Christoph, who continues to flaunt himself.

"... is it strange that I cook?

"Oh, no, that's strange... because I didn't expect Scarlet Snow to stand in the kitchen himself."

"It's like a hobby. I'm sorry I didn't sound like a noble princess."

When he laughed bitterly, Christoph shook his head beside him in a panic.

"That's not true! Besides, my mother used to make sweets, and I've been looking forward to eating them with my mother's handmade cheese since I was a kid."

Christoph, I can't hide on your side. I have a sense of hope.

"... are you worried, about your family?

After I heard it, I reflected that I had spoken silly things, but Christoph, you just had a bitter grin, don't make any particular explicit remarks, and look back behind you - at the invisible exit hidden in the Rose Wall.

"This is a good place. If you put it in the house, you can adjust the heat and cold, you can use all the water and the lights, the food is delicious, and there's a lot of entertainment you've never seen."

Sigh with an adult look, not suitable for your age.

"But if we get together, we're all talking about our hometown. I can't forget that I tried to forget. I'm sure we'll never forget our hometown until the moment we're old and dead."

"... I'm careless to say this though. Christoph, I'm a little jealous of you."

Christoph twisted his neck with a strange look on your face.

"Because I don't have any memories of a hometown or a warm home that I can miss.... I'm sure my essence is empty"

Mr. Christoph, who looked at me like I was in trouble.

"I don't think so, Mr. Scarlet Snow."

"Memories are important as memories, but I don't think that's the only one. If you don't have a stopover, you can make your own, even a warm family... the"

He peered into my face with a determined face for some reason.

"Scarlet Snow would definitely make it. There's no such thing as empty. You're such an attractive person, you're sure to have a great home! Whatever it is, I'll do the part."

"Princess! If you'll excuse me while I talk to you."

A maid-dressed ghost/amber rushed over there.

I was driven out because I wasn't manned enough, two metres of giant and five horns like a crown, two giant axes on my back to muscles like wilderness rope that I could tell from above my clothes and - although I'm a beauty, I'm more of a hundred warfare smelling cannibal than a maid, no matter what. Thank you so much.

Christophe, who was talking with some kind of hot eyes, was just out of venom... rather than shut up with his hips pulled, but Amber didn't look like he cared, he just looked at me and put the matter in his mouth with a quick mouth.

"Argentina, the capital of the Grawior Empire, has been swallowed up by a fog. Immediately scheduled to close the transfer gate (teleporter), but an unexplained luminescence has occurred and is currently under investigation."

"Nah."

Behind you, Christoph, breathtaking by the report, you, Lucas the redhead, jumped out from under the implant.

"What?!"

"- Whoa, wait, why are you here?!"

"I don't think so. I'm talking about Argentina."

Elmer, also a blonde, appeared softly.

"Elmer! Is that a peek to you!?"

"No, for once I stopped. The strange, thin-eyed man showed me to the place earlier... but don't worry about the details. We'll see what happens before we do."

Everyone's gaze somehow gathered on me.

"Well, let's all head to the departure site at the transfer gate."

Silently nodding Lucas, you and Elmer. Christoph nodded a beat late as well, staring sideways at two friends with an unmistakable face.

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By the time we arrived, the metastasis gate (teleporter) was on the verge of subsiding.

A great flash was emitted, lightning like a lightning strike ran through the entire ring stone (stone circle), and all who were on the spot in the glare closed their eyes.

Eyes peeling, frowning at the ozone odor caused by thunder and the burning smell - its eyes unconsciously wide open.

Everyone who was on the spot, without distinction between humans, demons or subhumans, immediately pulls out their weapons and takes a combat stance.

There was a swordsman there, supposedly mid 20-year-old with blonde hair, wearing burnt silver armor. One knee in the center of the transfer gate (teleporter).

Whether it is the effect of an earlier abnormal metastasis, smoke has risen like burnt from all over the body.

The cloak, which was formerly pure white, wore out and was covered in front of the body.

Eventually, the cloak itself became unbearable to its own weight and collapsed.

Along with that, something white spilled out of both hands held by the youth. Breathtaking.

That was an arm. I think it belonged to the girl, it was a white, luxurious hand.

"Lapo a lot......?

I never - in a hurry - ignored the fact that I was stopping around - walked up to him.

Confirm in the arms of Lapokusan, who squatts silently.

"- Huh!?

The groan leaked unexpectedly.

Rapo Kusan had two girls with both hands.

One is a little girl in a white dress with long silver hair.

The other is a girl with short cut hair in a colour, wearing a piece 3-4 years older than that.

They were both faces I knew well.

"Oriana... Mr. Tamegoro..."

There are no shards of life on the closed lid, on the hands and feet thrown out without force.

And Rapo Kusan looked up at Noronoro and me.

"The Empress's heart stopped due to the shock of an impossible metastasis, so it would be helpful if Scarlet Snow handled it right away. But if you're Tamegoro..."

When I whined, Pokusa's body collapsed on the spot without power.