Log Horizon

◆ 08

Akiba Guild Hall. It was arguably the tallest building in Akiba. Compared to the skyscrapers of the Earth world, architecture beyond the tenth floor is rare in this world, where all the skyscrapers have been abandoned.

In the scarce Eastal, the wind crosses the Akiba sky. Its windy obsidian stone tablet-like centre is this Achiba Guild Hall. It is the home of the Round Table Conference.

The guild master representing Akiba stood face to face as the stone statue that traced the ancient princess looked down on its tournament floor. Eleven people participating in the Round Table Conference were called "Decriminations" at some point. It means missing one there, not the Twelve.

Isaac the Black Sword Knights General Commander.

The Sword Saint Saudirou of the "Westwind Brigade".

Michitaka, general manager of the "AUTO" of IOM.

“Fairy Pharmacist” Roderick of the Roderick Chamber of Commerce.

Karasin, a wide-area merchant who leads the Eighth Mall.

Marielle from the March Alliance.

Awesome "Engineer" Hiya from RADIO Market.

The Horizon of Records conspiracy, Siloe.

And from "Honesty", Ains.

Krusty, who is the guild master of the "D. D." and represents the "Roundtable Conference", is missing, and Woodstock of the "Grandale" is not here because he is on a supply mission to the Expeditionary Force.

The "Round Table Meeting", which was missing three seats, had become a more imperfect place for Eins than that number.

"Lord Shiloe's plan has worked, but it's not a superimposition."

"Uh, thank you so much. Now we don't have to dry up. The roundtable meeting's finances were broken on the books. It's like a loan from a major guild."

Karasin depresses the gavel in a light tone on the heavy words of Akiya. But the contents are heavier.

"But now you're relieved?

"The liberation of the Akiba peripheral zone has been implemented. It feels like we're recommending buying zones and disenfranchising toward the northeast. More zones will continue to be banned from ownership. It's not surprising that it can be purchased in the future."

The most significant issue in the Roundtable Conference since last autumn. That is, the financial repression caused by the cost of maintaining the zone was headed in the direction of resolution by the Siloe of the Horizon of Records. Because of this, there is only a little relief in the conference.

The total cost of maintenance is millions of gold coins, even monthly. The budget of the Round Table Meeting was squeezed at a raw pace in the expression of oppression. The biggest strain factor was the purchase of all of Akiba's street space as a zone.

"Excuse me."

"I see you're not blaming Mr. Siloe. You're not as good as Mr. Shiloe."

But there was no "don't buy zone" option.

Apologies have been made, but Shiloe, in fact, bought this Akiba Guild Hall and held tens of thousands of life-giving rights to Akiba [Adventurer]. It is a famous story that inspired the establishment of the Round Table Conference. And there are a number of such important facilities. The Grand Temple, the Central Commercial Facility, and all of Akiba will bring the same degree of compulsion to the buyer.

Those zones were purchased early after the establishment of the Roundtable Conference. It can be said that the purchase was forced by anxiety and vague fears without clearly assuming to whom. Since then, the area purchased has expanded to extend to the surrounding area. Ains doesn't think these were mistakes. I think it was a necessary procedure. The evidence was matched by a financial contribution from Honesty. And the feeling was the same for all the other guilds belonging to the Round Table Conference.

But those burdens were heavy, and it would be certain that Akiba was deprived of his freedom. The problem just didn't surface because the Adventurer had a lot of assets and was able to withstand the burden.

Siloe of the Horizon of Records solved the problem in a rough business called "selling once purchased zones, and banning purchases". The method of turning the owner of the land (zone) into this server itself called Yamato. Funds pooled as its initial cost were also withdrawn from the "Sacrifice Clan". Few people know about this case in Akiba's "Adventurers" in general, but if you are a senior member of the Alliance participating in the Roundtable Conference, you will find out.

Ains is, of course, impressed and grateful for the measure.

But because it's been solved, the next problem still arises.

"If you have been able to afford finance, I would like you to proceed with the discussion of the case you were proposing"

Standing up to embark on a huge round table, Ains raised his voice.

"What's the case?"

Michitaka, with the look of a bitter bug scuffed, glimpses Roderick with a glimpse. Roderick distracts himself, and Karasin has a slightly awkward look. Isaac, as usual, it's an arm-wrapped, grumpy look, and no one whispers a word.

"Erm...... Was that a suggestion?

Souzillow, who doesn't read the air, grins and asks Siloe.

"This is a proposal submitted by Mr. Ains on the disclosure and redistribution of information"

Eins continues to go ahead when he nods one to Syroe's outline.

No Alliance Master shares Ains' anxiety on this occasion.

That filled Eince's chest with dark emotions. It is "the backbone of Akiba's leading prestigious guild" that will be seated here in rows. Maybe there's no way they can feel this problem right. But I have to tell you that's why I can't leave you.

"Inequalities are currently progressing rapidly in this city of Akiba. Those who can develop new technologies and those who can hunt on the field increase their wealth, and those who do not are losing their minimum earnings in their daily lives. The difference in their wealth is rapidly widening"

Together, they are listening to Ains.

"This is a problem. We have to do something about it. Oral communication is also a problem."

"Huh! Why is oral communication a problem?!?

Michitaka returns "You'll find it in your proposal," to the voice of the bareback Souji question. Yes, all of the guild masters gathered here, including Michitaka, are honest. That doesn't put any doubt in it. Because you don't even hesitate to lend your ear to Ains' opinion.

"Oral biographies and new product development are causing the economic disparities that are making it an immediate problem. Large guilds are capitalizing on their size to expand their business, or income. They must be rectified. Approximately forty oral biographies are currently reported on the round table. This information should be made widely available to the public. And recipes for production systems."

"Whoa, whoa. Oh, come on. The recipe is not from Elder Tail, but how to create an item after a catastrophe?

"Yes."

"He can't do anything for as much as he wants! Creating items after a catastrophe is a trial and error! One ramen, one way to make soap, because the craftsman thought hard and added his own ingenuity."

"So is oral. What happens when you publish something like that in the first place?

Ains takes Michitaka and Soujiro's objections with a frightened look. I had predictions, but I guess I was in too much of a hurry. Publishing recipes and oral biographies is difficult. But it is Eins' idea that if possible, it can still be soft-landed.

But if that's not possible, I need you to consider another method.

"If that's not possible, we should consider redistributing our assets"

"Redistribution, is…"

Siloe also thinks of something with a harsh look on her face.

"That's right. The Adventurer, who deposits more than 80,000 gold in the Guild Hall's banks, confiscates the surplus at the Roundtable Conference."

"Forfeit what!? It's gonna be such a great mess!

"In the meantime, give priority to" adventurers "with fewer assets for forfeiture, and allocate them according to the amount of assets."

"Hey."

It was Isaac who waited for the meeting.

"Didn't I just ask you, you're talking a lot more selfish? Ains."

"Is it?

"Whether it's gold or oral, whether it's the way the mesh is made, each one got it good luck, though I guess it's their own. If I take that away, I'll make a fuss. I don't know that. It's not you, is it?

"But now there are people who get apathetic and hold their knees. Yikes!? Don't save them. What kind of round-table meeting?"

"I'm hitting my hand. The whole city is safe, and the surrounding PKs are gone! I'm free to hunt and do business."

"Lord Michitaka says so because he's the one who can hold it."

"Well, maybe, but it's Ains. Listen, those sitting around, if I give you the recipe and the money, you're gonna make it work a hundred times better? You can guarantee that."

Ains stared into Isaac's eyes and saw despair in its rejection.

In the end, the problem is the sense of crisis.

Ains' sense of crisis is not shared at the Round Table Conference. That's why I can't get Eince's word. Whatever you say is useless. Because the premise is not conveyed.

Once, Akiba had fear.

Needless to say, it was brought about by the Catastrophe. At its heart is that it has been caught up in this horrible world due to an unknown massive incident, but the majority that cannot be ignored was also the "adventurer" itself.

In this devastated world where there is no such thing as the law, the things that hurt us are the same - that is, the adventurers. No, it didn't matter if I'd actually hurt you. The mere fact that that possibility exists should have been an intolerable pain for the "adventurers", the earthlings who have lived in modern society.

This sentiment is in the context of the conspiracy youth Shiloe was able to launch the Round Table Conference. In other words, the vast majority of Adventurers living in Akiba felt fear for each other. That's why I unconsciously sought stability. Fear created the Roundtable Conference.

The following zone acquisitions are exactly the same. It drove the Roundtable Conference to the action that such fear would buy up the Akiba-centric zone, which might abridge our right to life by "Someone Somewhere". This fear, even if unconscious, was shared by the Round Table Conference. That is why the policy has been passed, and it has been implemented, even at a burden.

"But we can't just leave this problem alone"

"I know that."

"Publishing a development recipe won't motivate the technicians."

"Is it that hard to earn a dime?"

"Inequality, inequality, but we're the same adventurers, aren't we?

Ains shrugged his lips inside the loud conference hall.

Ains 't talking about the present. I'm talking about belonging to the future. I wonder if the other guild masters really don't understand?

The "Roundtable Conference", driven by fear, had acquired many zones. That funding was mainly provided by major guilds. Because the Adventurers with large assets were united to provide it, it was an asset transfer from the Adventurers with assets to the public. Even if you don't want to, the Adventurer, who has many assets, made a donation for the town of Akiba.

It is noteworthy that even under the circumstances, in the city of Akiba, the trenches widened between those who possessed and those who did not. What happens if the assets of a high-level, large-scale guild, Adventurer, that were being spent on zone acquisitions, are each used for their own good? Ains was blinded by the horror.

This world is too precarious with a rush if you let Ains tell you.

You're level ninety. Excellent.

Are you level 32? You're a miscellaneous fish.

That's the kind of rettel you have to walk around hanging from your neck for twenty-four hours. The existence of inequality and the fact that it can be poked at during 46 is something else altogether.

That's not just about the level. Whether it's equipment, or subjob skill, or as a result of commerce or hunting. It's always a matter of getting stuck and not getting away from it.

The same goes for the population. There are currently only tens of thousands of "adventurers" in the city of Akiba as far as Eins knows. This is a terribly small number of people.

Let's say half of them were at ninety levels on the day of the Catastrophe, and below that level the Adventurers were evenly distributed. In that case, for example, there are about four hundred and ten "adventurers" at the 30-35 level. This means that there are only 68 parties for six going out hunting on a 30-35 level. Naturally that majority would belong to a major guild. This means, for example, that if a young man of thirty levels tries to find companionship throughout the city, there are only about thirty groups of potential companions.

It's just a calculation on the desk.

In fact, even groups, even those places of employment, would sometimes be, for example, six of the limit number of people, and hunting would not be well paced. It's a daily tea meal where you want to join and the main profession you seek on the party side looking for your buddies is different.

In other words, there is the fact that in this Akiba now it is extremely difficult for "Adventurers", once removed from their peers, communities and guilds, to find a new place. In the common sense of MMO, there is an opening of heaven and earth in the proceeds of hunting, if you don't have company. What should I do about the Adventurer who's fallen out of that circle?

Hunting solo doesn't make it difficult to eat every day. - What kind of salvation does such comfort bring to their cracked hearts?

The Roundtable Conference just hasn't noticed, and Akiba has all those dark buds inside it. Unable to share that sense of crisis, Eins felt so anxious that it darkened in front of him.

"I see the suggestion itself"

Young man spinning words with calm eyes - that's what Siloe told him. It wasn't loud, but the participants at the Round Table looked at the siloe with a stiff look. Over a ten-month period of activity at the Round Table, the words of this conspiracy youth are being taken by the participants with considerable weight.

Even as Ains, one of the key people who must be persuaded to share Akiba's problems was this siloe. It is not impossible to solve this problem once and for all if Siroe agrees.

Hope plunged into Ains' chest.

"I do think we need some kind of measure. However, the budget for the Round Table Meeting is finite. We do not receive enormous funding from the (earthlings) nobility, like Minami, and we cannot lay our hands on the gold of sacrifice. - Take this issue back to each guild and consider what kind of hands you can hit."

"Mr. Siloe, then it's possible that it's too late..."

Ains screamed.

If it is a siloe, it will also be able to obtain additional financing from the sacrifice.

I don't know. You can convince a warrior guild.

But Ains' wish was quenched with the palm of Shiloe's raised hand.

"Mr. Ains. I know how you feel, but I can't do this any more. The Round Table Meeting is a brittle organization. If we vote on such a serious decision in this room alone, neither the Round Table nor Akiba can break."

Siroe's words twitched and reached an understanding of Ains.

Exactly. A forceful decision will destroy this brittle city of Akiba

But it could break over time.

In a bitter sense of powerlessness he couldn't persuade, Ains was alone.

◆ 09

"Done -!

"This is beautiful."

"It's amazing. I've never been like this before."

On the second floor of the Guildhouse on the Horizon of Records, in the kitchen, there was a sweet scent. At the center was Serara, the Alliance's cook, Nata, and the girl from the March Alliance, who is coming to the foot guild house here.

Nobody asked me to, but she continues to help Nyatai by calling her culinary studies. The way she followed behind herself with a basket had become a familiar routine for Nata.

"Snap peas are sweet and tasty this time of year. Ah. It's like an emerald because it's cold water.

"I'm glittering!

"How about a new one?

"I've already boiled it and processed it down."

As a result of the changes that occurred after the catastrophe, it was possible to do so without any problems for Serara, whose suboccupation was not the "cook", provided that it was as simple as that. That seems to accumulate with the skill offering of "New Wife's Apron," and Serara's recipes are increasing daily. Serara is apparently very pleased with that. Chan Tai smiled at the way it looked.

"Oh? Much better."

"Mrs Nyan taught me."

To Nyantai's words, Serara strained her chest.

In front of the two of them is a large quantity of vegetables that have been treated down. This evening's menu is scheduled to go in China on a large plate. What is needed for Chinese cuisine is quick heating, which requires careful undertreatment. There are many Kenji families in the guild (Horizon of Records) where Chantai keeps the kitchen. As well as direct feeders and towers, Lundelhouse and Minori are never thinner to eat, and if Xing rides, other members also show good eating. Cooking is pretty tough, but making plenty is sure that makes it unique and refreshing.

Considering that it would take a little while for the heat to be removed from the hot vegetables, Natha removed the apron and removed the pot from the cabinet.

"Would you like some tea, then?"

"Yes."

I didn't bother to go back to the reception room.

A large table in a large kitchen is for the task of peeling vegetables and rubbing pasta, but of course it can be used to make tea and rest. We often take a breather in the middle of cooking and chores, and of course, we sometimes have stuffs here that we call tastings.

Nyantai added a spoonful of the orange jam bought at the "Dance Terrier" and melted it in tea. The aroma of tea and the refreshing aroma of citrus spreads through the kitchen.

"Is it delicious?

"Yes, it's warm"

Serara answers with a voice that seems to melt. A defenseless look reminiscent of the cat on the edge smiles.

"It's a slow day."

"Yeah. We're done early, and we still have time for dinner."

"You'll want to take a nap on these days. Ah."

"Ha-ha-ha."

I felt like the back of Chan Tai's heart was squirming at the relieved look on Serara's face. The warmer this kitchen is, the more painful it will be.

There was not enough enthusiasm to disturb, but it was lonely as a wave to beat.

There was a young man who shouted, "I am not invited to this world. He was brought on his own, so he declared that he would be on his own in this world." What is that? "he abandoned to an operation in which the lives of many" earthlings "would be taken.

Such a cry does exist in this world.

This is how Serara smiles, and the young people who cannot accept this world beyond its hot air, where Chan Tai makes orange flavored tea, do suffer.

Nyata couldn't do anything there.

The food, the arms of the sword, and the experience accumulated, everything did not reach them. I've been through all kinds of experiences. I can tell by the Nyata. It's a trivial difference between me and Rondalk.

Rondalk could have been a nymphomaniac, and a nymphomaniac could have been a rondark.

There is only a small difference between the two. Where were you that day, that moment of the Catastrophe? Who was there? Who have you been spending so much time with? You had an important word left on your chest? It would be the difference to that extent.

Those differences are not derived from effort or talent. Edge, meet. If I go, I guess it's just a coincidence. That's what Nyata clearly knows.

People have fallen into this other world. Everyone can be Rondalk. And I can't save you.

"Serarachi sounds like fun. Ah."

"It's fun."

A bouncing voice. To the reply I came back to bounce back, so Chan Tai was to return the word a moment later.

"Really?"

"... How have you been lately, Mrs. Nyan?

I guess I sensibly guessed in the meantime. Serara looks up at Natha as she wraps the cup with both hands. The slightly hissed frown is a worried look. Yanta felt mocked at herself. You shouldn't tell girls like Serara about irrational pain.

"I'm fine."

The next reply was smooth. As is natural. Don't be unusual. The life I had accumulated for quite some time and the many emotional swings I experienced supported Chan Tai's acting (role play).

"Really?"

……

Serara smiled as relieved. Unyielding smiles, shaky emotions, and blue anxiety are all things that Nyata has done in the past world. That is immature evidence, but at the same time it is a symbol of possibility and a hope that we can go anywhere.

As healthy as Serara is, it was so important to Nata that she wanted to pray.

"Are you glad Serarachi came to this world?"

She spilled a question that she didn't even intend to ask.

It was a question that I asked myself many times and each time I lost meaning. Because Chan Tai's own answers can of course be given, but Chan Tai's answers are meaningless questions.

"Heh? Ah. Yes."

I thought I'd think about that a little more, but Serara answered instantly.

"Really?

"Yeah, that's right. Well, I can't see your father or your mother, and there was a lot of trouble, a lot of trouble, a lot of trouble, a lot of things that happened, but a lot of good things happened, and the..."

"Nah, you know, dreams you want to be, that future"

"Do you have one?

To Nyantai's inquiry, Serara snorted into small pieces as she trembled.

The way I want to be. Hope for the future. A signpost of life. That, indeed, is what it is, Serara snapped.

Nyata exhales warmly with tea.

A slightly warm heat lit up inside me, different from when I had Rondalk in front of me. Suskino. Choushi. And, Saphir. With her, you must be witnessing many cruel aspects in this world. Still, she told me that she wanted to be.

"Serarachi should be able to have any kind of dream."

Kakusai. Make a wish, Natha shrugged.

"Ha wah... ah..."

and Serara's behavior becomes suspicious while she sees it. My hands wandered through the air without meaning, my expression changed shape as I laughed, cried, and my lips twirled without words.

"What's up?

"- But my dreams, far away. No, you know, give up! That's not what this is about, is it? But if you look at Fifty Bells or Minori, you're a little short, or I can't."

……

Nyata waited for Serara's words.

Sometimes talking, telling the other person brings confused thoughts together. That's your only answer, which no other human has ever given advice to.

Take one deep breath. Drink up some tea, play a spoonful of orange jam, and take another deep breath.

And once again, Serara looks at Nyata's eyes as an aside.

"- Um, I guess. I think I need to be a proper serara. You know, dreams and stuff, before you can. I need to be a decent, one-serving serara. And I want to be."

Nyata knows that Serara was looking at a younger group of people with the look of being rushed. Minori, Towya, Fifty Bells, Lundelhouse. All the children with whom Serara is acting have grown remarkably.

Minori follows Siloe's back and makes her work beyond adults in tactical and clerical skills.

Touya kept calling on his opponents, the Knights of Odusseia, who outnumbered him in strength, age and together, to live in this world.

And in the battlefield, I found my own song, and kept on playing the melody with a voice, fifty bells.

The Lundelhaus led to the Adventurer, hastened by the way he protected people while he was the "Earthlings".

She may have felt herself half public to the appearance of her fellow flowers running up the stairs in a double flight. Nyata felt such anxiety and chest stiffness from Serara. If you look at it because you're an adult, it's a young problem. Her future is infinitely spreading. It's just a little step forward that I don't even care about.

But the goal set by Serara like that was to "be a decent self". The words have now touched the soul of Natha.

The young people are born again.

A young child born into the world as an irrational compulsion becomes a young man and decides to be born again at his will. It is a contract with the world we live in today, a bond that connects the past to the future.

Once, Natha told Rondark that. It's a wish and a prayer. It's the ideal of something to live, which I was hoping would be, but I also thought would be quite difficult.

But Serara started walking towards the light, no matter who told her anything. No, I'm already walking. This sensitive and gentle girl is getting a little closer to her "true self" every day.

Young people are reborn into themselves.

Do as you wish.

Serara can't really understand the emotion and salvation that Tai is feeling right now. It will still take more than twenty years for her to understand that. But she saved Chan Tai now. She saved her life.

Nyata caught the edge of her lips with unspeakable thoughts. I hope it's in the form of a smile. I'm sure Serara won't be able to convey her gratitude to you, but it doesn't matter. This little lady deserves the greatest respect.

"Mr. Serara."

"Ha-ha."

That's why Chan Tai chose words with determination.

To bless her, and their, second production.

"My brother is rooting for Serara. I've been rooting for everyone. I've always been there for you."

◆ 10

The guild house on the Horizon of Records is on a back road off Akiba Central Avenue. Around slightly off the center, but that's why the view from the terrace opens towards central Akiba.

Not a bad view during the day, but Siroe liked the view from dusk to night.

The night is dark in this other world. Siroe found out about it on her journey to Choushi and Suskino. The term naturally rich Cerdesia is directly linked to the narrowness of the civilised area as it is. There are no big cities or well-built streets like the Earth's world. Night is the dominant world of darkness.

But that's why the lights that a person brings appear irreplaceable. The vibrant city of Akiba is lit from dusk to night with flaming and magical lights.

Of course, that's an incomparable neglect compared to Tokyo night. There are oranges in that building, oranges in this inn, and a number of fluorescent lights in the center. That's the way it is. But even to that extent, in this other world, it is a big city that releases breaking blushes.

The siloe looking at the sight from the wide terrace deck was an unfloating look.

I know what Ains is saying, I also imagined this would happen. But even so, I think. I know what he says is idealistic, but even so, it can't be done. If it were to be imposed as it were, the clash of views in favour or against it would be irrevocable. The Roundtable Conference is an autonomous organization, but it is not a government.

(I wonder if that's an escape, too)

There is no reason why it has to be an autonomous organisation. Akiba can declare appropriate territory to be a governing organization. At least in the common sense of this world, we have more than enough capacity to defend ourselves and to run our territory. If Akiba lacks the ability to govern in those two respects, it would be an indication that no matter which territory or nobility of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal may operate a governing organization.

The reason why the Alliance Masters of Akiba, including Shiloe, did not make the Round Table Conference their governing organization is simply to the extent that they "can't believe we're a government," "that seems too much responsibility," and "just a little bit more hands on it."

To that extent, however, it is also true that it is weighty to embark on rule now, since that is an emotional and assumed common sense decision. Those are natural feelings for the modern Japanese, the Shiloes. It is Shiloe's reading that from the formation of the Round Table Conference, which was founded in the first place with the cooperation of an autonomous organization and Akiba residents, there will be considerable resistance to rebirth into a "government" with power from now on.

Isn't Ains' outlook coming through? I think in that regard, Akiba's will is real. That should be the mood of the vast majority of Akiba (Adventurers), and although the Alliance Master of the Round Table Conference, it is not something that can be dictated as much as you like with upbeatness.

Though I could have borrowed the gold for the sacrifice, it was for the return of Yamato's zone. It would be a bad idea in many ways to divert that money to bring about some change in Akiba. I don't think I can get through, and there's a fear in Shiloe that something unforeseen will happen. Even Siloe has made all that bargaining, but she has awe. That's why they spread it out over three cards and put security on it.

But maybe that was also self-deception to avoid responsibility. Siloe couldn't stop being suspicious like that.

It was a never-ending concern, as well as the usual repentance.

I worry that it would be solitary if I went into action, and wonder if it would be paranoid if I avoided action. Whatever I did or didn't do, it was difficult to have the dawn that this was all good. Sometimes they say it's creepy, but that's the usual siloe personality. I have no choice.

| "PLANT HWYADEN" "PLANT FROUDEN" built a strong system of governance by a unified guild. Of course it is authoritarian on one side, and it would be an act of pushing some human will on the same 'adventurer' (player). It is, however, an indisputable fact that its single guild power system allowed for efficient autonomy, which gave great stability to the lives of Western Yamato and the Adventurers.

I have to admit Intics, Kazuhiko, former (Howling) Guildmaster Nakalnard, and the "Adventurer" arm named Zeldus, who was anonymous, for having established that system.

Which is less unfortunate right now? When such an inquiry is made, Shiloe has no words to condemn "PLANT HWYADEN".

- Most of all, it is based on a strong relationship with the "Holy Empire Westlande" in the west. The "Holy Empire Westlande" is a centralized regime compared to the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal". The centralised system can devote its budget to the Adventurer in order to allow for more active budget allocation. That's how we're introducing technology from Adventurers and moving forward with the rich country's reinforcement measures. This is not the case in a government that is a council system of a large number of lords who are not clearly connected up and down, such as the Free Cities Alliance Eastal.

(I guess that means we're getting ready for war with that kind of technology)

Shiloe sighed, recalling a report from your squad leader.

Steel train. Suspicious subpoena. The "Earthlings" leap.

As long as the Shiloes (Adventurers) continue to operate in this world, the diffusion of technology is inevitable, regardless of speed. That's not all PLANT HWYADEN is spreading. Akiba's "Adventurer" has spread all sorts of techniques to this Yamato. There is no such thing as peaceful technology that is not going to war. Even the technology that improves the lives of the "earthlings" has the aspect of stirring up the ambitions of the richest people. Even agricultural and medical technology, if it's an extreme story, could trigger a war.

Ains points to the problem of Akiva inequality and devastation of the heart.

Military tensions between the (earthlings) spanning the east and west of Yamato.

Siloe felt like her stomach ached.

And that's not all.

Siloe removed several notes folded from the bag next to her waist. In the warm looking orange light inside the guild hole that leaks out the window behind you, you can see a letter that looks like it's on the books. Even to the fact that the handwriting resembled himself, Shiloe leaked a bitter laugh.

"If you're in here, you're gonna be too cold for your stomach to ache, okay? My Lord."

"When?"

Shiloe picked up Akatsuki, who came down upside down to raise her gaze and come from the terrace upstairs. Akatsuki, staring closely at what even the top of the Buddha said, pushes the blanket he had in his rear hand against the siloe.

The gesture was adorable, and Siloe grinned dull.

To Siloe, who puts that blanket on his shoulder like a cloak, Akatsuki says, "So, what are you in trouble with?," he asked.

"My lord's wrinkles come here when he's in trouble. It's gonna be your grandfather's forehead."

"Really?

"Yes, you are."

As a siloe, I'm unconscious, but while I've been pointed out several times, I'm like, "Could it be? I was starting to think." I feel pitifully disappointed when I wonder if you're having trouble roaring all the time. I feel like I'm in my twenties and what are you doing?

"Whoa, were you here? Ciro."

"Responding to Idle Radar! Night's Evening Evening! There was a progressing sound of love. I mean, it's my turn!

While hesitating to answer Akatsuki's question, the next visitor visited. He is the direct successor of Siloe's best friend. A young man with a slightly cheerful look recently began to interact with him when he appeared on the wooden deck with the noisy Torah he was (,,) putting on as if he were an outfit.

"Hey, your turn!

"Oh. Are you dumping an appearance fee? Trouble, global. Yeah, I can't believe you're paying me for a galactic idol."

"Didn't you follow me yourself? Say radar or something.

"Oops, I was. Is there something naughty about it, Mr. Siloe? I'm intrigued."

"That's right, Shilo. You in the middle of an operation?

I tried to speak to him a few times, Siloe, but I can't find that gap.

If it's just direct, it's easier to communicate, but it's sealed off by the overwhelming idols. Of course Akatsuki can't help me in these scenes. I don't know if I'm serious or grumpy. I just sit at the front near the siloe with a look on my face.

"Aren't you cute, attractive, competent, and idle? Ah. I said it in doubtful form by mistake. Required!"

"Yabe... I can't say that much. But you need the Guardian, right?

He smiled like he didn't give a shit about Siloe's depression.

But unlimited to that smile, Siloe could have been saved and looked up. I realized I was about to make the same mistake again.

"I'd love to hear that story, too."

As if it had been foreseen, Shiloe is determined to reveal Nyata with a hot pot of lemonade and a mag on the tray. I have a letter on hand that bothered Siloe.

Whatever decision you make, whatever you get lost in, before you do, Siloe has friends to talk to first. Not to mention that there's even a young man in Siloe's guild right now named Lundelhouse in Minoli, Toya, and Fifty Bells.

Even for them, who have seen a hard sight in the city of Saphir, the Shiloes will have to discuss it.

"Loghola, it's an elderly meeting."

Before his best friend with a thumb up, Siloe gave his pals a note and an envelope.

"There's something I need to tell everyone."

The siloes on the terrace at Twilight began to consider the traveler's letter, which came from far away.