Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"How could you do this..."

Acorn's eyes looked to the front and his hands kept moving, even as he brought several weeping remarks in just one day today.

Face-to-face, slightly clear-faced Eudit.

Beautiful girl who creates an atmosphere that she only stretched her back a little while leaving the shadow of her usual adorable girl. If it could be copied as it were, it would be a lifelong piece for the painter.

"How's it going, how's it going?

"Yeah? Good..."

Do not change the pose. Asked Akane about his progress with minimal mouth movement as well, Eudit expressed satisfaction with the atmosphere alone, not the motion.

In Acorn's hands, a sketchbook and a pencil for Dessant.

It was blank until about an hour ago. There's a girl there who can tell she's a princess at a glance even without a caption. However, there is a different part to Eudit sitting in front of him.

Sometimes it's not as realistic as a sketch, it's somewhat cartoonishly deformed, but the biggest difference is the costume.

Eudit in the paper wore a Japanese costume like twelve, not a dress.

There is a deep reason for this.

I can't even read comics at once, and I was just watching a slideshow of fashion images of the planet when I had a break......

"There's no costume in that comic book?

And I heard it with sparkling eyes.

"Exactly impossible"

I don't have to consider it, it's NG. Because I can only wear yukata.

"That's unfortunate..."

As it were, it was supposed to end.

"Speaking of which, wasn't the lady there able to draw comics?

If the great sage Vainamarinen doesn't say something extra...

"Well. If you ask me so."

"Why don't you try it, paint it?

"Brave man...... ugh"

Hate to his childhood friend gets even more, but an innocent girl who doesn't know the filth - looks like one - couldn't ignore Eudit's expectations.

That's how I started drawing, but soon the difficult questions would get in the way.

Before I wrote it down, I wondered what it would be like to beautify it to the extreme, but the beauty of the model would slide me to the problem of Akane's skill.

In the meantime, an unfamiliar kimono stood up as a wall.

Nevertheless, Acorn also does not self-identify with Dada as a production geek.

It's still incomplete, but I think it's quite possible.

(Exotic and japonistic...)

I'm not sure, but the atmosphere conveys self-esteem. It doesn't even look like Gaysha somehow, but it would be about yut to tell.

Then it's easy to block your mouth.

Define that and run the pencil again.

Looking to the side, the great sage who folded his big body was messing with his laptop. That's good. I include telling you not to just erase the files.

Besides, it was the documentation software that showed interest. If this is the case, there will be no major problems.

It would be an illusion in my eyes that I was petting with my index finger until just now, and it's already a blind touch. I'm sure.

(In the meantime, I'll just draw it up)

Whatever the history, I'm not going out of hand.

Acorn got in the mood, and when he re-gripped the pencil - accidentally, the room was wrapped in the dark.

"Power outage?"

Immediately after I say it, I reconsider that there is no reason.

So what's causing this?

I look around, no matter, but even the light from the outside and the gray LCD display is out.

In it, two shimmering eyes.

"Nice to meet you, visiting lady"

Zieg Alto Crewing.

The blood-sucking Marquis laughed with her mouth wide open in the dark.

"Hih."

I feel instinctive fear and the acorn retreats.

But all I could do was move one step. My feet are dull in fear and I can't move.

"Dear Acorn?

Eudit also raises his voice to the anomaly, but she can't do anything. Sieg Alto has not been in my eyes since the beginning.

Everything was a lie from the beginning, everything was true.

It creates an immortal monster (undead) in Sejour, king's capital of the kingdom of Rotosilt, causing confusion.

Besides, I just got the attention of the Yuts to unseal the princess of rotten meat, Türa zu Ranuz, in its territory.

Oh, that's a lie. It's a big lie.

I just wanted to insult the innocent prince.

That, too, is only one side of the truth.

Just a new visitor from another world. I just wanted to try her blood.

"I'd like to taste it carefully if I were you."

I can't help but want to put some unknown blood into this body that I felt Yut might be following, and more importantly, forced to regenerate.

"You're in the way."

The voice echoed deep into darkness.

"Dawn Light (Sunrise)"

Flash runs.

The Eighth Ladder's theoretical spell of overthrowing all darkness and obliterating demons.

It does strike out the darkness that Zieg Alto Crewing has spread, exposing its appearance under the daylight.

"Master Vainamarinen!

"Sage!?"

In a name that I had never imagined, Ziguarto came to life.

"Hmm."

Vainamarinen, who guessed the circumstances, snorts boringly. He's in a childish mood interrupted where he was playing with a new toy.

"It's a mistake to put your hands down."

When Vainamarinen retrieved the spell document, he threw it loosely for nine pages.

"Dream Transition Gate (Cloudland)"

It sticks to the ceiling, forming holes in space-time that shine and swing like rainbows.

"Brave!?"

"Ugh."

Yut fell from the ceiling along with the missing voice during that time. The Great Sorcerer (Arch Mage) managed to land, but at that time he twisted his legs and was about to fall out of balance.

There was nothing wrong with the mild Larsia, and Prince Alsace, who was caught in the metastasis while sitting, stood properly on the floor.

"A brave man...... a fighter?

The only acorn to know that Yut was suffering a ligament injury asks caring. I forgot about my situation.

"Oh, I managed...... What, Zhuyin? No, Sieg Alto Crewing!?"

"Oh man, this is amazing"

The blood-sucking Marquis exhaled if it wasn't really on.

"Weren't you doomed earlier"

At the same time, he exudes the Divine Subjugator, a magical sword, while raising the voice of doubt that Valtrude can take for granted.

In response, Yut turns his gaze to Vainamarinen, but it has been ignored. He's busy keeping his laptop safe.

"I mean...... You weren't doomed in that place, were you? I'm leaving that place pretending to be dead. And I used some means to overcome the Wall of Virtue, a barrier to evil phase exclusion, which stretched out on Falve in the form of fog."

"It's a big deal, not a mistake. There's no reason why this city can't get its hands on you because you've broken the same bond that existed in that ruin."

"I see. But it shouldn't have been a minor injury. I healed it..."

I'm not going to tell you that Alsace was sucked of blood, with Eudit on his toes. I won't tell you, but I smoked a lot. So I could confirm that I would have forced it to regenerate.

"Are we done talking? He's the one who's been after his own woman, settle with his own hands for the last time."

"Jii......"

"My own woman..."

Ouch, the protests of the illuminating Gentiles are not at all concerned, and Vainamarinen sits back in the chair somewhere.

"If anything happens, you said you'd do something about it in peace."

"It must be hard"

"Your enemies, your allies, they're still swinging."

Either way, it's troublesome.

"Exactly, is there a gap to suck blood"

Sieg Alto shrugged his shoulder just to say it was a surrender - while doing so, he burned the blood in his body.

"A prison of current times."

Vampires of beauty were cunning everywhere.

When you transform your whole body into darkness, you kill for acorns like turbulence. Keep her away and leave the scene.

"You don't have to keep winning. I wish I were a winner at the last moment."

No one will deny it.

If that (...) is (...) in (...) and (...) is (...) in (...) then (...).

"Peace of Mind."

Alcia, who has been silent until now, casts a divine spell.

God's breath released from her, which became a conduit of power sent by God. That, on the contrary, covers this fortress of the Falve, the whole city of the Falve, whose pure power purifies the air, the earth and even the spirit.

"Grunt. Why, I can't move"

"Alcia, would it be too much?

Zieg Alto Crewing trying to get his hands on Acorn. Valtrude tried to make a move to defeat that vampire.

The divine spell on the ninth staircase prevented both of them from moving.

No, there will be no direct hostility to someone, to be exact.

Yut, I'll take care of it.

"Ugh. If I had the mental ability, I could participate..."

"Stop Astral Structure."

Poofing Jonah's head to make him look sorry, Yut moves forward.

"At the end of the day, I'll send you the right spell."

Yut rips another nine pages out of the spell and lines up behind him.

It turned into a six-wielding sword with a slight flash.

"Three Spirit Spears (Hexa Gramaton)"

Earth, water, fire, wind, light, darkness. A luxurious long spear coloured with the iconic colour of the hexagenic elements.

It wanders around the perimeter of Yut, looking for something.

The movement stopped perfectly.

And then everything turns the cutting edge to Sieg Alto Crewing.

"Aren't you going to be harmless to someone?

To the proper Prince Alsace's question, Yut returns the answer he had prepared in advance.

"Yeah. I can't attack that vampire. I am."

Automatically discover, track, and pierce beings with evil phases Three Pairs of Spirit Spears.

There, of the surgeon, the will of Yut does not intervene. Just a blade of source elements that automatically hunt for evil.

I just activated the spell.

"What a scam."

"I told you. Suitable."

"But I'm not going to get hit in silence"

Three pairs of spears who find their prey fly in a straight line toward the vampire. I try to fly it big and twitch it... but that was the big mistake.

Acorn - Away from being without an evil phase, The Three Spirit Spears tears true fangs.

The rest of the three spears were stationary in the void while the water, earth, and dark spears tracked Zieg Alto. That didn't stop the attack.

Red, purple, white.

Flashes of each colour are shot out of the spears of fire, wind and light, striking mercilessly through the entire body of the blood-sucking Marquis.

Furthermore, blue, yellow, and black spears pierced his neck like a heart eating through his organs.

"Ha ha."

By morbid, beautiful vampires pierce their entire bodies into light and spears, and now it's really time to turn into fog and try to return to the coffin.

But it won't be fulfilled.

The fog was surrounded by pure magic walls and stopped on the spot.

"The Coffin of Reason"

The reason I shook my head in front of a foggy vampire and that Yut had no bills to cut is simple. It was because I ran out of them.

I mean, unless there's someone who can put that on the field.

In the box of pure magic built by Vainamarinen, Zieg Alto still fogged to get out of it - but in vain.

"Hey. I've been underground for a long time, so I wanted to get some sunlight"

The time is still past noon because I've been diving in the ruins since morning.

Larsia opens the VIP room window.

The top floor of the castle fortress in Falve. In the sunny lounge, the grace of the sun poured down.

That naturally was given equally to the misty vampire himself, and it didn't take long for him to be cleansed.

"Surprised. I just opened the window."

In the words of such an excused meadow race (Magner), the commotion finally came down the curtain.