Log Horizon

Minori and the others were on their way to the hills of central Zantreef Peninsula.

There are no rugged mountains on this peninsula. Instead, the whole peninsula is in the middle of nowhere. There are water sources all over the hills, from about the size of a pond to about the size of a little pond, and fresh water from those sources is poured into the Zantreef Grand River or directly into the sea.

Despite being only a few dozen kilometers away from Tokyo in the old world, this was an atmosphere such as the kingdom of nature in the Elder Tail, which became a different world.

In fact, by the time I got here, I had seen a lot of small wild birds like the ones I had seen in the original worlds like Uggs, Sijukala and Yamasemi. Also, I could see a deer. Such wildlife can now be seen everywhere in the Japan server management area.

The trees also thrive. I didn't see any mysterious old trees like those in the city of Akiba, but when I saw thousands of splendid cedars of such thickness stretched toward heaven that even Minori and Toya could not hug them, I was moved through the thorns.

Both Minori and Toya were born and raised in Tokyo.

I have never felt such an overwhelming force of nature before.

Minori was just overwhelmed, but Toya opened her mouth pompously and said, "Wow!" I repeated the word over and over again.

(What a small vocabulary while my brother. A little embarrassed as a sister......)

I also think it's true, but on the other hand, I also feel smiling at my brother, who can express his pure surprise and joy.

A long way up and down the hill, it was the square where the trees were cut open. When you kick the ground covered in rotten soil with your nail tips, the cobblestone peeks into your face. At the edge of the sight, you can see a giant birdhouse completely faded in color and diagonally with long wind and snow.

They were formerly in the shrine's territory.

Fourteen people who have come this far together get off the horse and gather in the center of the cut square. I left the school building before dawn and it was time to arrive at noon.

We took a few breaks along the way, but Minori didn't even think the mountain trip would consume so much time.

Standing in the center of the new players were Nantu, then Rezalik, a "Therapeutic Cleric" (Cleric) man seconded by the Black Sword Knights.

Thereupon, Nata points to the large Iwaya door (Aiyadori), which is in everyone's sight.

"That's LaGranda's company." The interior is in a pretty wide zone...... Take the first T-shaped road to the right, and you'll be in a somewhat easier neighborhood. If you go left, you'll reach a little teethy neighborhood. "

The new players gaze at Iwaya Door and swallow the gokuri and saliva.

The truth is that from the moment we entered this little square, everyone's gaze was nailed to the entrance to the basement like a hut made of boulders.

That rock house with snake-like twigs is wrapped around a string of noodles, to say the least. But the signs of holiness are dust free. All I can say is that there is an obstacle, only a rotten poison.

"Ah. Some small warcraft come out inside, but mostly undead."

Comment so that direct succession draws attention.

- The Undead Monster.

A phenomenon caused by the energy of "spiritual bodies" that could not die due to various factors, or remain in this world for cursing or evil reasons, or a generic name for a moving monster.

Moving skeletons and walking corpses (zombies) are typical, but some of them include monsters that do not have entities integrated with spirits, such as crying ghosts (banshees).

"This is a sleepover to build your strengths. Some of our strengths include 'identifying our limits'. Always thinking about our way home, making our own decisions and coming back to the entrance"

"That's right, take care of your life."

Nyantai and direct succession give mouth attention.

"Me and my direct successor, Nata, are waiting for your return as we prepare for camp here. You will enter the dungeon every day while camping in this square. You don't have to attack everything in one day. Rest assured that if you return to this camp, you will not recover."

The "Therapeutic Cleric" Rezaric, seconded by the "Black Sword Knights", was a man with a stern face, but he still seems to take good care of him. Spin those words to reassure you.

"Eh. You're not coming!?

That's what Toya shouts. In contrast, the direct line nodded with a slight laugh.

"That's right. This time it's" Coaching a New Player, "huh? You can't train with a veteran on you. You know that because you're avant-garde, don't you? If I play the Wall, it'll be Toya's practice."

If you ask me, you're right, but Minori flinches a little too.

It's not like you don't trust Toya. Instead, I hear Toya is an excellent wall player (as a newbie level, though). What Minori fears is one way or another her resilience.

Can't the endurance of the pivotal tower also be fully exerted with less healing magic that can be received?

However, there is no more objection to the direct succession of the instructor than Chan Tai says. I guess they left it to us because they believe they can "do it," and then it's our responsibility to meet that expectation.

The new players look anxious, but I guess the thoughts are the same. Nod at each one.

What followed was the division of the squad.

The eleven newcomers will be split into the upper and lower groups in strength than the left and right split structures in the dungeons. Naturally Minori and Toya are a lower group. According to the list read to me by the "Therapeutic Cleric" people, the nervous face newcomers are divided into two parties.

The lower - that is, Minori's group - was to be organized in five.

The maximum number of people in a group is six, so this is a defective state of war. But I can't help it because of the level of relationship.

The need for an avant-garde, the role of attracting enemy attacks and stopping them is Towya. He is Minori's twin brother and Samurai. Level is 29.

Zhongwei is fifty bells. This tall girl is the Bard. He has been a friend of Minori since the time of "Hermeln" and now belongs to the "Alliance of the Three Moons". She's a bright girl with a floating cheek to cover, but she has a rare two-handed spear for the Bard. She was supposed to be three years older than the Minoris, so in reality she's a high school girl. Level is 24.

There are three guards.

First of all, the "sorcerer" (soothsarah) youth. They say his name is Lundelhaus-Code. He wears a rather flashy robe, which stands out for his distracting words and behavior. They don't subscribe to the guild. I guess he's a solo player. Level is 23.

Next is the Forest Curse (Druid) called Serara. She took care of herself the day she escaped Harmeln. Sometimes when I listened to her, she said that she was on the same level, and Minori was able to get along quickly with her.

Sometimes I call myself a high school student, about the same age as fifty bells. Serara apparently has a crush on Nyata, and during her journey to get here, she has been advancing her horse next to Nyata. Level is 25.

And Minori herself is a "Divine Officer" (Kannagi). Level 21 in recovery. It's the weakest part of this party. "Movement in battle has nothing to do with level," Shiloe teaches me, but I feel really uncomfortable.

Will the only salvation be that there is a "Forest Curse" serara at the same party? Minori isn't enough resilience, too, and with Serara, I think we'll make it.

(I wonder if Team Leader Nyantai knew the area and placed it for me.)

"Well, we have an ops meeting in 15 minutes."

The nyantha said, "Here we go!" The guidance ended when the voices and hands pounded together.

Minori and the others gather together without really knowing.

If I give you a little glance, the top party, which averages 5 over the Minori and the others, is also in a circle a little further away.

"Er, what am I supposed to do for a meeting?

Open your mouth as soon as the towers gather.

"Even if they say suddenly..."

Fifty bells look around the surrounding faces with their eyebrows in the letter (c) like trouble.

"Phew. I mean that one. Gentlemen, why don't we just get in the mood?

Lundelhaus, with his twisted cane in both hands, says confidently. I'm a young man with the appearance of a blonde, so to speak, pictorial prince, but from Minori's point of view, it seems a little too boy flavored.

"Uh..."

"Right! Right! I guess we're going to fight now. Dungeons!? Dungeons! Mood matters!!

To block the minnoli he spoke to, Towya shakes both hands of Lundelhaus and shakes him.

"That's right! You know what I mean! Mood matters, elegant elegance matters too, but the man's mystery is mood and bloodbath!

Apparently Lundelhouse cared better with Towya's support. I'm willing to do it for some reason.

(I think it means meeting about alert queues (patrol files) and battle formations (formations)...)

"Oh. Come on! We've been training in this dungeon for a week, and we're buddies!

Fifty bells smile when they lose their face.

(It's not a cloudy atmosphere...)

If you look to the side, Serara looks a little troubled, too. I had no choice, so when I smiled at him, he smiled back. That's just a little relief as a minnoli.

While Minori and the others were interacting like that, it looks like the top party just got into "LaGranda's company". Minori noticed it when she said, "I'm going to hang in there!" and because of a loud voice.

I don't know about Minori, but both fists have a lot of power.

Two months out of Harmeln. Even Minori didn't do anything. Instead, she was unfamiliar with the subprofession of "seamstress" who was forced to push her in "Harmeln", leaving her training there to train the Shiloes with Toya.

Her level, which was only twelve, rose to 21 for what it was worth. However, the siloes often preached the harm of fostering growth, and the pace of that practice seemed to have been relatively slow.

More importantly, in that battle, Shiloe and other high-level Alliance members were watching over me at all times.

But this time, even though they're building rescue camps outside the dungeons, we have to explore the dungeons ourselves and do the battle. I couldn't help but get nervous.

I don't think you're afraid to lose.

I'm afraid I'm going to imitate something unusual.

When I think I might waste the Kaoru pottery of the siloes, I feel fluffy with no force as if my knees were sponged.

"What is it, sir? Minori Chi."

Suddenly he is shocked to hear from me and looks up. There's the calm face of the nymphomaniac thickness that narrows your eyes as usual. Minori shook her head and said, "Nothing! Answer."

"You're worried about Minori at all," chuckles the direct line to the look of it.

"Okay. If you get in trouble, step forward. Not the legs, but the heart. It's a promised festival with me, isn't it?

The direct line pounds Minori's head, slapping him and walking away to speak to the other members.

Minori dropping off behind it.

Nanatsu encourages one Minori party at a time and hands out advice. Serara is just thrilled and hugging. Lundell House asking me to leave it to Eagle Deep Friends. Toya promises a souvenir. Fifty bells I bow my head to thank you so much.

"Come on, it's time you opened your distance from the advance troops. Well, then, go! Good luck!!"

Thus began the Minori and the others' first dungeon challenge.

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At dawn from the ball, the siloes had breakfast the next day on a large terrace.

Various ornamental plants are distributed on the balcony terrace, where the delegations of the siloes gather, showing a bright glow in the summer lights as they insert from the crystal ceiling.

This terrace is about the size of a small greenhouse, and there are three tables arranged there. It was a luxurious space that was utterly surprising.

The menu is in orthodox, freshly baked bread with sunnyside eggs, ham on cheese, jam and honey, butter. Assorted salads and fruits. Some kind of beverage. Beautifully decorated in each.

As for the siloe, breakfast was good with "egg-wrapped rice" or something, but this hotel-style breakfast was breakfast and very satisfying. Most importantly, if the producer's guild Michitaka or something like that were to say, "Well, well, well, well."

Over the past two months, the city of Akiba's cooking skills, the level of cuisine, have made long strides. I don't know what kind of idea you're using, but the other day, a store that fed the "beef bowl" appeared and drained the siloed liver.

Processed seasonings such as soy sauce and miso have also been released one after the other. According to the story, in relation to fermentation and maturation, it takes years to improve the taste, but the tongue that could have been that awful dish had such a delightful taste of tears.

"Mmm. I want you to take the jam. My Lord."

With a small mouthful of bread, Akatsuki asks Shiloe. The "sneaky loyalty" thing in her mind is an even more frank relationship except to call her "master" apparently unlike the loyalty in the public at large.

"If you don't eat salad, your skin will get rough, Akatsuki."

Henrietta can't seem to help it if she wants to sit down like that, but Akatsuki has a subtle hips escape feeling on the chair.

"Yi-no, it's morning, come on"

As Michitaka said, the sky blue is beautiful besides things this morning.

The wind did not blow on this terrace blocked by glass, but it was cool because of the waterways provided everywhere, and summer dwelt more than its heat, just in a glittering and dazzling light.

"Right."

Calm down. It's Crasty the Mad Warrior who's drinking milkty. Other members of the crew are having a thoughtful breakfast. Truth be told, when we arrived on the terrace here, the three tables were more apart, and there was a clear difference in the ranking of breakfast for each table.

Perhaps that is the difference between "nobles and their families" and "squire" in aristocratic society.

But the line that doesn't bother me about that has brought the table closer, and the bread is not separated, and I spin every basket to eat whatever I want. If the quantity is small, you can get the preserved food out of your luggage, and in fact in the morning (because it's morning?) Some accompanied people were drinking a special drink with a green slouch.

"But it's so luxurious. Of course, I thought you'd appreciate the accommodation, but so far..."

Henrietta interrupts the words.

Last night, the accommodation guided after the ball was an area where the word "corner" deserved more than the words "establishment" or "room".

The southeast corner of this floor of the castle is 20 for the number of rooms. It also has a small conference room, this terrace, a private bathroom, a playground, a talking room, and a few reception rooms.

"But this... Yeah."

"What's going on? Lord Shiloe."

Michitaka asks.

"Mr. Michitaka. Were there any cooks in the company?

"Yes, I am."

"It would seem better to have the" cook "of reinforcements and the service person, and then carry the ingredients. The number of reinforcements is between three and six, and the handy ones."

"Indeed."

To Siroe's words, Crusty snorts, too.

"What do you mean? Doesn't that mean you're poisoned in your diet?

Siroe responds to Michitaka's words, which seem suspicious.

"No, probably because this breadth is intentional.

... It's a prerequisite for the customer to come. I thought the duration of the meeting was around ten days. I'm convinced of a lot of things.

Perhaps the Great Conference is a Great Conference, and it will be held there, but that will be preceded by individual meetings or plenty of requests for welcome. It's called a tea party. "

"Probably so. Truth be told, during yesterday's ball, I received many invitations from the Tea Party"

"If you say so, you did."

"The reply was appropriately obscured."

Crusty tightens his words with an even cooler look. However, under this circumstance, the invitations to tea parties will not stop in the future, and in some cases they will be hard pressed. If he did not prepare for it, Shiloe thought.

"What happened to today's meeting?... Hey, Caryu."

"Aye, Chief."

Michitaka speaks to the entourage she brings from her guild. Michitaka instructs the young man known as Karyu to come to terms with his plans for today's meeting. Don't forget to collect information.

When Caryu walks away well, Shiloe and Michitaka, Crusty, return to tea again. These three people are sitting at the same table. If you hear anything else, you can say that you are at a table within a short distance of arriving and sharing the topic.

"... you seem to be in a more complicated situation than I thought"

To Michitaka's words, both Crusty and Siloe nod.

There are 24 constituent aristocrats of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. If Round Table Meeting were to be added, it would be 25. Their territory is scattered throughout eastern Japan. Each nobleman only dominates his territory - many of them one fortified city and surrounding agricultural land, as well as several villages.

The capital of My Hama, ruled by the Duke of Sergiad, for example, is the largest of them all. Even then, the number of inhabitants is roughly 30,000?

Of the three daughters who made their debut at yesterday's ball, the remaining two were the daughters of Marquis Lester of Ou and the granddaughter of Sugana, lord of the free city of Ivahune, but the population of both cities, is around 10,000. Both have medium-sized forces among the nobles.

If you think about it, you'll see how big a force the city of Akiba, with a total population of 20,000, is, including 15,000 [adventurers]. The Adventurers will be among the five fingers of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal just because of the size of the population before their respective combat abilities.

Also in this world, there seem to be countless extremely small villages that are not under the protection of certain nobles or territories, even within the eastern Japanese area.

These independent villages are not dissatisfied with the rule of their lords and fling anti-flags. I'd rather be protected as a citizen in this world of monsters, if I could, but it seems that the Lords at heart are more incapable of sending troops for reasons such as distance from the central city.

The role of the Lords is to safeguard the security of their people and territories. In polar terms, we're paying taxes in exchange for their safety.

Of course there will be crimes in the territory, and there will be monster raids. But the unexpected that said so and the "inability to prepare armaments just to protect them in the first place" are quite another thing.

From the castle of the lord to the village at a day's distance by horse, it would also be possible to give protection, but in the case of a village that does not, it would require a permanent force if it were to defend this. Travel and travel take time in this world. The separation of a small number of troops to protect a wide range of areas is practically impracticable.

Conversely, there are many "living but not under aristocratic control" peasants in this world. The Lords are still able to "increase their tax revenues" as long as they get enough troops for less.

(Well, I just found out about that circumstance, but it was worth coming to gather information)

So the nobles laid their eyes on the Adventurers.

It is for this reason that a huge number of quests have been the escort of villages and travellers, or the annihilation of monsters, since the time when "Elder Tail" was a game.

Even if a mercenary exists, he asks for a task for which the regular soldier lacks his hand by paying a temporary sum of money. I would go one step further and even commission the work of a regular soldier. That way, regular soldiers can fight in yet another area, or another battlefield.

In fact, independent pioneering villages without the protection of their lords remained dependent on the adventurers for demons and subhuman raids.

Since the Catastrophe, many players, including the Shiloes, have spent all their time grasping the situation, surviving and retraining. Naturally, the demand for "adventurers" in the independent pioneering village that said so should be increasing. The Lords also know that the Adventurers are undergoing a technological revolution in various places, starting with the city of Akiba.

"They want us in, apparently. I can understand that."

To his hot tea, Michitaka said so on behalf of him while adding honey.

"Now I know what you said, Siloe. - 'Relationships' with the 'earthlings', huh? This did need to hit my hand. If the city of Akiba had been disturbed by such a situation, it would not have known what kind of chopping would have been done."

"It's still too early to get distracted. It's unlikely that we'll be able to cut it off right now."

Siloe returns her words with a sinking voice.

His insight has led him to imagine a few stories that were somewhat paranoid but worse.

"The story of the mutilation is behind us now. That's the way they came out and the basic policy for the moment. It wouldn't have started without it."

"Right...... Siloe, what do you think?

In the wake of Michitaka and Krusty's story, Shiloe talks about the situation she's been sorting out since last night, choosing words.

"I think the aim of the nobles has become somewhat clear already. In the beginning, we came to gauge how ambitious we are in the city of Akiba and the Round Table Conference. Words are bad again, but I wonder how 'barbaric' you've been coming to observe.

But isn't that good to think that it was dispelled to some extent at the ball last night? At least they have the wisdom and common sense to talk about it.

Then the next aim is to take it in.

Naturally, Mr Crusty or the Round Table Conference will be given a place of nobility. For them, that's not as disadvantageous. If you have a cat, you should wear a bell around its neck.

Until that point, I think it is good to see that the will of the nobles is united. Of course, few aristocrats would be jealous or defiant.

But that will be behind us as a matter of decision, and individual uptake will begin at the previous stage. "

When Shiloe speaks that far, a door made of crystals at the entrance to the terrace opens and Caryu, a young man from IOM, returns. Report whether you have purchased information well at the end of the day or receive a snort from Michitaka.

"Officially, they'll be contacting you after noon, but they're calling off today's Lords' meeting."

Hmm, nodding crusty. To Michitaka urging ahead, Khayu continues.

"I asked the servants of this castle - they say the servants manage this castle all year - but it seems that the Lords' Council looks like this every year. The ball opens with a curtain and luncheons, tea parties, nightclubs and dinner parties are repeated as every day. That's why we bring plenty of squire.

We seem to be quite small in numbers and luggage. That's why you have extra room. So, in a few days when the final day is approaching, the Lords' Meeting is held, and the case that was rooted in is talked about, and it ends with a wholly favorable majority, "

Siloe nodded.

Come to think of it, even though there are 24 participants, there is a lot of difference in their strength and territorial size. It's smarter to do factional work around individual interviews and individual deals than to repeat a Lords' meeting and do the opposite with a majority in favor. That is not an embarrassing story to say in Japanese terms with "rooting".

"So the flow of days from today is pretty clear.

Of course, the city of Akiba is highly capable of fighting. Fight one-on-one and every lord will know it's up to them to perish. So, it would be prudent contact, but still, with Roundtable meetings on our side, we can get a huge return in this world today.

As Krusty and Michitaka said earlier, there will be more individual visits and invitations. Talks about the power of the city of Akiba, attracting or hiring financial resources, inventions, items, people, etc. should come out like mountains. We have to get through this negotiation for the moment. "

"Is that the basic policy for that... Hmm."

Michitaka frowns. This is a rather difficult issue.

"As for the Round Table Conference, I don't mind kicking it all in. Say no to anything.

But there will be guilds that want to ride that kind of request, whether it be a battle-based guild or a production-based guild. It's a guild that gets on. Besides the guild, it is possible to say that you will take the job personally. It's impossible that you tried to glare at the details.

For example, purchasing something from the "market" of the city of Akiba and selling it in other cities is not like stopping at a ban.

Even the battle system asked for it. If you ask me to send out 5,000 mercenaries, I can cloud you, and you can say no, but if there are any players who want to hire a few adventurers, that's it. "

"Well, I guess so."

Crusty nods.

In the city of Akiba, a new system is finally being put in place. After a period of two months of proficiency, the "adventurers" who leave it began to get used to fighting in this other world. A food-centric backup system is also being put in place.

The next wave to come is the exploration of the world. (Fairy Circle) The story of the investigation will also begin to materialize. That will increase your chances of getting quests and requests, even for individual guilds. That freedom should be guaranteed.

"When it comes to logistics, I might have to think about tariffs or something that seems to occur on an extra large scale... I wonder about that heap. Mr. Henrietta?"

"... Yes. I'm not a specialist in economics either, so I can't be so sure. - Whatever you say, I'm just a mediocre accountant.

But what comes to mind at the moment is that the city of Akiba is not a primary industrial city? It is not a city where many crops and fishery products can be picked. If logistics were to cause any kind of trouble, it would be called processing exports. If you just import, you won't get in trouble. Instead, if imports stop, it's trouble.

As for exports, given this otherworldly ability to transport, it would be 'a small number, but with great impact' to be careful. Also, what's more problematic than that is the 'talent with technology' spill "

Henrietta comments while fixing the position of the glasses.

Think a little about the words before Siloe continues the words.

"Right, this is also for the moment...... Well, we should deal with it as an agenda for the Round Table after this meeting. I just don't think you're going to tell the lords anything.

Therefore, the Roundtable Conference said that it would be ready to create contact points for dispatching troops, providing technology, or exporting soon. I think it would be easy to respond to a formal request that, if it were made to that point of contact, we would provide a review response.

Naturally, after this meeting, that contact point needs to be created. With less than a certain routine work, you will be able to create a system to undertake administratively. For example, if you have a request to "exorcise 100 goblins in the mountains," the workflow is to assign jobs to the appropriate battle-based guild under the control of that point of contact. When it comes to commerce, if you're talking about ordering 200 sets of dishes, you can process them at that desk.

If a case comes up that cannot be handled by a small or medium-sized guild, is that why we should convene a Round Table Meeting to consider it?

What Shiloe had in mind was the idea of organizing the former quest system via a point of contact.

"That's a plan I can't help."

"I also consider it reasonable. There will be no problem if the three of us proceed at their discretion to that point. I'll keep you posted."

Michitaka and Crusty snort too.

"However, I do not think the aristocrats would be satisfied to that extent. If the entire Roundtable Conference were to remain immobile, even if it were a request aimed solely at IOM and D.D., they would manage to negotiate a pact during the duration of this Lords' Conference. What to do around it...... It can only be called ad hoc. Don't let them fry you."

Siloe, that's where the word runs out.

On the matter, Siroe cannot put in place specific measures. To be a judgment in the field, even if we can propose guidelines, we can't instruct tactics.

"It must be our property around here."

Crusty nods at Eagle Deep Fried. That sense of calm and reassurance is just the head of the Great Alliance. The innate charisma is all over the place.

"Withdraw information from your opponent so you don't make a far-fetched contract," he said.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you'd like that route."

To Michitaka's words, Henrietta also agreed.

Thereafter, the accompanying staff can also be exchanged to ask questions about some of the envisaged situations. Acquisitions and back-trades are also expected. Confirming that the exchange of information would be as confidential as possible, the breakfast party between the Shiloes was over.

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Rainesia's mood continued to fly low.

Low altitude flight is a metaphorical expression, which in fact means more and more bottom.

What is different from the so-called bottom is the point that she is the granddaughter of the largest aristocratic Duke of Sergiad in the east?

I mean, she's not allowed to pull herself into a room or anything, and be depressed, either from a standpoint or from work.

"Depressed to the bottom," etc., is an image that is depressing and unmanageable, but she has a dedicated samurai following her perfectly, and she is forced to change and attend various events every morning, whether she wants it or not.

I also think that it's closer to being "dragged around" inside, although it's a "low-altitude flight" that moves and stays low rather than a "lower bottom" that fixes position and depresses it in that sense.

(Phew...)

She sighs.

This is one of the many aerial gardens in the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice". I'm asking the samurai to leave me alone. The current time is early afternoon.

... There shouldn't be a tea party during the day, but there will be a dinner party when the sun goes down. With his grandfather, the Duke of Sergiad, and with his father, Fennel, his mother, Salaria, and others, we must welcome and thank several nobles. That wasn't something else difficult or using effort, but it was quite carefree.

She weakens and lays her forehead firmly on Shi 'a's table.

It doesn't mean there was anything particularly painful.

She is naturally this temperament. I'm timid, I get acquainted with people, I think it's boring, I'm pessimistic, I'm apathetic. That's what she thinks of herself.

If you leave me alone, even the wall stains count in one corner of the room are the kind of people whose hearts rest. The roots are dark, or the bright parts are devastating. I don't know why I said that myself, but I think she doesn't want to go out with you quite as humanly as possible.

Its Raynesian appearance, on long silver hair, is a luxurious neckline. She's a pretty girl with an overall sneaky impression. Especially when the eyes of the saggy eye are dark blue and gray and appear to suffer from mysterious sorrows. The volume of each part of her chest and body is modest, but it is within her taste, and no man would deny her beauty.

(Ahhh)

Nevertheless, the way he is stuck at Shi 'a's table is that of a rather useless human being. Sometimes she can be praised for her beauty by her surroundings, and she has the awareness that it's a lot of people.

But I think that 50% of it is a attentive statement to my grandfather, Lord Sergiad, and 40% of it bathes his hair every day, and if he wears makeup, it will be everyone this much...... I mean, he has a subtle guilt that he maintains with aristocratic power.

The other 10% is not "Maybe I'm pretty, too" either. No, but when people say, "What a shrewd princess" or "mournful softness," I wake them all up.

(It's just dark, not full of sadness. I'm just unmotivated, not a lady...... Yes......)

She crumbles to the table in a masochistic mood, thinking that way. I also think of myself as a pretty easily annoying person who thinks of this as going around every day, but I can't help it because I can't quit.

"An army with commanders like you would be truly fortunate and cloudy. Its strength is exactly equal to that of the Knights of the East"

"- No, we don't have that much strength. Especially in the ready-to-use system, because we still have challenges."

The approaching footsteps and talking sounded like nobles.

The middle-aged voice on the other hand feels in a hurry. The other makes you feel young but calm and strong.

As soon as he heard that voice, Rainesia stretches his spine in Shia.

As the daughter of the Cowen family, you can't show weakness in this court full of conspiracies. Rainesia was an impassioned daughter who persisted in the world, but she was also not the kind of daughter who couldn't protect the honor of the house.

"Please also hey once in our territory. Oh, what do you say? I have my hometown liquor. I will continue to set the sun, therefore, with all due respect."

"Hmm. It's booze...... I'm sorry."

Kasari, and turn the corner of the rose implant, and a few figures appear on the way.

The two leading left-hand sides are Marquis Kiliva, lord of the city of Tsukuba. It has a reputation as a hard-working man who divides the city of Tsukuba with a strong academic guild. It would be the deacons and samurai of Marquis Kiliva from their outfits who are taking them behind.

Walking next to its Kiliva Marquis, on the other hand, was a young knight. No, I looked like a knight.

He looks smart with his hair cut short and glasses on, but his body is disappointingly big and he does his own thing with no gaps specific to those who live on the battlefield. The overwhelming presence emanating from the surroundings, even though it was just a slow walk, was just such a flair as a young general.

(That one... I saw it yesterday)

Rainesia's memory flashes.

That must be one of the Adventurers my father taught me. I couldn't say hello in person, but I remember my grandfather talking for a long time. According to my father, "For better or worse, the man who is going to be the eye of the typhoon of the Alliance of Free Cities".

There is a considerable distance between the line that passes and Rainesia.

Rainesia is just a little relieved that if you look over there, you'll look like "some princess enjoying tea in Shia outside the garden". If we had a meeting, it wouldn't seem like we'd get caught up in any trouble.

But, perhaps by chance, just at that time, I had a gaze with a young knight-style man. Rainesia rendezvous reflexively. The young knights of the castle are told to smile "a beautiful smile like a flower struck by rain". This look is so popular that Rainesia treasures it to delude herself a lot.

Then the young knight stopped for a moment and smiled. He looked like... Because of the glasses shining back, the expression was hard to understand right now.

"Actually, I had an appointment. Lord Kiliva. I'm sorry."

"What is a promise... Shit, this is Princess Rainesia."

The man keeps coming to Shia, where Rainesia is. Honestly, Rainesia was in trouble. I mean, it pulled.

At that unmistakable pace, I guess Marquis Kiliva believed the knight's word: promise. For a while, I was comparing the knight to Princess Rainesia, but I said, "You shouldn't be wild, wild. So long, Lord Crusty. Let's deepen our friendship again later," he says, leaving with a shitty look.

The knight, called Krusty, gives a polite salute when he swings at its Kiliva Marquis at the entrance of Shia. When the figure left his sight, he entered Shia, where Leinesia was perplexed and solidified.

(Wow. Tall, you're tall......)

He would be over 190 cm tall. A knight of good stature may be seen in the castle, but this young knight was of that stature but had no lowliness, and the rational side even made him feel elegant.

"Oh, you know. My name is Mayhama and my name is Rainesia and I am the daughter of the Cowen family. What is that, a promise…?

"Oh, I'm with Krusty. Adventurer."

When the knight says so, he lowers his back in such a position as to snap a corner from Rainesia.

There are several marble lengths of this Shia, with leather and feathered cushions on top. Similar marble tables were low in height, elegantly enjoying tea and rarely gorgeous.

"Promise is convenient. I apologize for the inconvenience..."

Crusty says in a tone he doesn't think is any worse.

(That's... Are you saying you used it? This guy doesn't seem like a bad guy...)

To Rainesia, I can't grasp the sincerity of that crusty. But if my father's words are correct, this young knight is the "eyes of the typhoon of the Alliance of Free Cities". You can't be rude. She seemed to be the daughter of a noble house and awaited Krusty's words in an obedient manner.

"Now, you thought," Dull, ”right?

"Become!?

Raynesia solidifies into what Krusty said suddenly.

"On the contrary, the first moment you had eyes.“ It was a pain in the ass, wasn't it?

"Huh!"

Crusty smiles at Rainesia, who is now frozen. His smile is intelligent and calm, but the grin appeared as devilish in Rainesia.

"Duh, duh..."

"Why? Is it. - It's a survey. Well, I had a sister back home. I knew because I had the same attitude."

Crusty squeaks like that. Without being mean, it was as pale as the results of the study, just stating the facts.

(... whoa, whoa, whoa, this guy is a bad guy!?

"That's not true. Heh, heh."

Raynesia smiles with a ladylike attitude to keep, but the movement was like an oiled machine.

"Don't be nervous, it's not about eating anything else."

"That's what I said...... The"

"Over here in the morning, all the lords chased me around. If you are the grandchildren of Old Duke Sergiad, I wonder if you will all shy away. Could you talk to him for a while?

"It's..."

Honestly, I don't feel comfortable.

It's a pain in the ass, and I'm kind of scared.

Rather than in his own hands, Rainesia feels like he can't lift his head from the beginning of the first place to this calm young man who sees through to the inside.

If she wasn't even a noble daughter, she'd suddenly want to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'll be careful in the future, so forgive me" - I'm not sure what to be careful of, but I'm about to budge a desire to be there that way.

(But that mood has been since my angry grandfather reprimanded me...)

I thought you said, "I don't think so."

"Hih."

Read again.

Isn't this Adventurer the Brainseeker? and Rainesia is a long way off. How can you be so insightful, so much so that you want to cry? But Krusty even smiles like a gentleman.

"I don't really care"

"Yes, even that tea..."

"Let's have it"

Crusty nodded. Rainesia thinks as she dashes the tea vessel that is always provided for Shia. I can't help it if this happens.

Pretty heavy, but that's not true because I don't like this knight, it's all about seeing others. Besides, running away from this young [adventurer] doesn't change that if it's evening, you have to talk to another person.

It may have been slower and more perplexing in Shia than being dispatched to an exchange like the Tea Party or a pageant with the sons of other lords.

This "adventurer" is apparently unusually good at understanding, so if so, you don't have to go out and act like a lady. If it is broken, can it be broken?

Thinking of it that way, Rainesia makes tea for two, slamming into a clammy and marble table. Rainesia, who quit wearing a cat, is so ashamed that she can do this.

(Phew... I'm afraid)

A duke's maid enjoys its soothing temperature with a marble on her forehead. Even though you are here, there is no conversation and you are completely ignoring it. Would there be such a luxury? No, I don't. and Rainesia can assure you. Long live solitude. Long live Left Behind. I can't believe you let a horse eat you when you look at someone else.

But after a minute or two, Crusty just seemed to enjoy his tea quietly.

I can hear the little bird.

Is that sounding like a tree in the courtyard stopped? Or wash your wings in the water, but are you there?

(Still, you're a careless person...)

If you are a regular knight. No, if you're a gentleman, I can't believe an old lady is poking around. I'll hang words of care right away. If you don't feel well, you'll be politely escorted to your room and sent to get a female officer. In some cases it can be a doctor or a curser.

But there's no sign of it at all for this young man named Krusty.

"For I am a man of immediate attention in this court. If you tell me you two were having tea, there's no reason to go back to events, tea parties, etc., as appropriate. Please praise your parents."

Krusty's words stop Raynesian thinking for a moment.

As the meaning stained, her cheeks stained bright red. She thinks it's really good to have her face down on the marble table. I've never even shown such a mess to my parents in the last few years.

The lack of shyness and some sweetness and reassurance makes my knee nearly lose its strength.

Crusty's words were the very reason she went out with Crusty for tea.

"I'm talking to myself, don't worry about it"

Raynesia, unable to reply, had no choice but to keep her cherry stained expression on the table as it was.