Late. Tamer's day.

"Has the boss come out..."

Cockten groans with a sinister face, I guess he was supposed to go out a little earlier and intercept the boss in front of Rock Mountain, the point of appearance.

But the birds' raids nailed it to the abandoned fort, and it was time to emerge before laying a line of defense against the boss.

"Cockten, what do we do?

"The battle squad will have to go."

"Me too, Sun Sai."

"Oh, sack. When?"

Sakkun and I were separated from the placement, so we didn't see him fighting, but he worked pretty well.

They summoned the Sammonsters with Range Attack and Auto Counter to massacre the birds. That's just great.

"You don't have to turn people around from the production squad or the repair squad?

"I don't think I should do that either, but the repair squad is understaffed."

The repair squad at the abandoned fort is also delayed due to bird attacks. They can also draw attention to getting more manpower from that side of the production squad than they absolutely need to make in the future.

As the cocktails and sacktails were discussing, the face of the production squad appeared, spearheaded by Ishida and Sawya-kun from inside the fort.

"Mr. Cockten, we're in the war, too!

"I appreciate that, but are you okay?

"I've already finished making 80% of my items."

"No problem with the rest of them"

Worst of all, I guess the idea is that the boss should have finished processing by the time he arrives at the abandoned fort.

They're also talking, and the cocktails are discussing future moves.

"The bird has disappeared, and the fort protection is reduced, and I would like to strike out...... What do you think?

"Huh? Me?

"Yes."

Why are you asking me there?

"Um, I think that's fine. Just leave the fort alone. Are you sure you're okay? I was behind the operation earlier."

"Right! That's true."

The more cocktails you hit your hand, but when you're so impressed, the opposite is troublesome.

"Well, it's not like there's any certainty."

I just thought if the bird showed up again due to the time difference, it wouldn't suck.

Well, don't you think too much? No matter how bad the character of the operation is, it won't catch on again and again.

In fact, the birds are disappearing perfectly. As before, the bird is seven minutes and the sky is not three minutes. The sky is 10%.

However, I always get around to the back in this event, so I really think to the worse.

The cocktails listening to me start discussing it with some serious face. No, no, because it's only my delusion. You don't have to discuss it that seriously...... Huh? Do you have any idea what my predictions are? Keep your defensive power tight? Seriously?

Something tells me there's about half a dozen of them heading to the boss.

"Yes, okay? Shouldn't we all head for it?

That's what I said unexpectedly, but I couldn't overshadow the cocktails' resolve.

"Without reconnaissance of the boss's abilities, it's certainly risky to give him the power to fight."

"I hope so."

In the end, we were left with half of the auto counters, including us, and half of the range attacks, just in case the birds showed up.

And then there are the players who say they don't like bird flocks. I'm just a little scared, but some of them say I can't physiologically do it, or that I can't help but be horrified.

Those who just let go of their magic without enduring it were probably one of those players who didn't like birds like that.

Hang in there.

"Mmoo."

"Himoo."

"Please tell me about the abandoned fort!

Cocktail. Why are you calling me there? It's like I'm the leader of the Residual Army.

Fine. I've decided to do it anyway.

We'll all help repair the fort and if the cocktails request it, we'll head out. That's all.

Huh? Bird raids? No. The cocktails think too much. The sky is clear, not even one of the birds.

"Then we're fixing the fort. Himka, can you do me a favor here?

"Him!"

Himka's doing great this time.

"Well, would you like Himka to help you with your blacksmith over here"

"Himmm."

Ruin will give Himka the job. We carry building materials. Few people seem to have carpentry skills, so we need to take on chores as much as possible.

"All right, hold it that way"

"Hummm!"

I carry a block of stone with me, along with Ruffle. This is an event block made by the masons with a bird repellent effect. Pretty heavy.

However, you can carry even one ortho or drimo.

"M!"

"Mog!"

"Kikku"

Is Rick... out of the way? Even if they make such a good job of it. You were just hanging around, weren't you?

I pinched Rick and put him on my head.

"You're here."

"Cu?"

That's how you're putting your sperm into the hauling operations, and the players from the production squad run up to the walls. There seems to be a rushing color on that face, but I want it to be my fault.

"Mr. Silver!

"Duh, what's up?

"That's what's wrong with the crystal! All of a sudden glow out!

I knew it was important!

I say no to the other players and head to the Great Hall. Then, as reported from the production squad, the crystal was blue and white.

"At first, the light was weaker, and I thought it was my fault. But the light's getting stronger."

Wasn't it just a figurine after all? But no one knows what that means.

"Do the Orts understand?

"Moo?"

――

"Well, you don't know."

"In the meantime, observe some more -"

"Mr. Silver! Oh, my God!"

"Not again! What's going on?

It was the players who were in charge of the hauling operations who jumped into the Great Hall.

"The birds are out again!

"Seriously!

"Seriously!

I can't believe the birds really reappear... You only hit a bad feeling!