Log Horizon

◆ 14

"Does this town look like Akiba to you?

"The Adventurer must be influencing us."

"I don't know."

Isaac wrapped his arms around Rezalik's commentary and snapped his neck.

The town of My Hama, about to spring, was vibrant. The winds are still cold in the morning and evening, but when the sun sets, people and shops in town are getting brighter as well.

Well, that's good. Good thing. It will also be true that the Adventurer has had a variety of tangible and intangible influences on this town, and that has enlivened it. But it is also true that when you refer to the Adventurer as "we," it feels uninterrupted as soon as possible.

Isaac stared back at Karasin's face.

"What is it, those eyes? It's not just the Eighth Mall."

"It's your fault."

Yes, it is.

That climb says "Big Deal, Inarishi Lunch Box" and next to it is "Washlet Making Ascension". The main street is flooded with commodities such as Akiba bamboo and bamboo. Because it can't be just farm tools being magically empowered.

Well, the area is good.

But they still do. "1/6 Figure Princess Rainesia (Going Out Version)" or "1/6 Figure Princess Rainesia (Winter Rose Version)" would obviously be because of the "Eighth Shopping District" led by Karasin.

As for Isaac, I don't care if he's with us or something. "You guys".

But Karasin, who should have stared, said, "It's busy, hey, good for you. What do you say, Master Isels," etc., with a bright voice. The little figure walking in front of Isaac with that Karasin is Isels-El Aldo-Cowen. He is the brother of Rainesia, which means he is a nobleman of My Hama. I'm only eight years old, and that figure is small and young for the year. I don't know about children, Isaac, but was that age enough to get into elementary school? Or a little bit more upstairs? Degree of recognition.

"My grandfather said it was important for the future to take the culture of the Adventurer and develop it."

For that matter, I'll shut up because the speech is grown up and damn serious.

He's talking to Isels, and he's like, "Was this what I was when I was eight? Isaac can't get rid of the suspicion."

"... why are you following me?"

"I want to know about all the adventurers, just like your sister. Tell me a lot."

I've heard that several times.

Hi, this kid named Isels (kid, I thought I quit. That kind of language is not good for education, because Rezalik was so angry at me), he's only interested in it because it's childish and a battle between swordmen and knights.

When Isaac is training, he sometimes comes a little at his feet. I can't bear to end it because I'm going to look up at you with my eyes like a big beeball. My sister is a luxury cat route, but my brother is an indoor dog route. I can't go out with him.

"Look, Isaac, you. Escorts are our mission, too."

"No."

"Uh-huh. You're tired again, aren't you? Mr. Isaac, I'm Ikumen. It's a very high point."

It's not a pattern.

But that didn't seem to be wholesale by the inquirer.

As Rezalik put it, the Corwen family escort is also one of the requests entrusted to Isaacs. Training and escort for the Knights of My Hama (Glass Grieves). Siloe didn't tell me which was the main request, and Isaac didn't listen. Until my arrival in Mai Hama, I thought it would be an easy task.

I still don't think it's ever been more difficult.

The Adventurers are much more capable of fighting than the Earthlings, and Isaac's people are retarded but clumsy. Even an escort would do the training. But difficulty and complexity are not the same.

I don't think it's difficult, but it's cumbersome.

There is no plain indication like "Defend the escort for three days! (0/3)" as in the game quest. That's not all. Easy and breakable relationships like games are also unlikely in this world today. Anyway, it's not a game anymore. It's a different world. Isaac was remembering a serious rotten eyeglass face with that line.

The main factor in the annoyance, Isels walked out of the mood with a playful movement characteristic of the child. It would be good to grow up not running away. But it is like a march. It's too frantic and from Isaac's point of view, it sounds like your playing time. In short, it is embarrassing.

"It's a good thing. Akiba's relationship with Mai Hama will also be stronger. She'll be a lord in the future."

"Come on. You don't know yet."

"It's definitely about the future. But the future is something to prepare and welcome, isn't it?

Rezalik and the samurai followed Isels as he stopped by the textile store. Isaac wasn't even going to follow him, so he put his arms around him and looked at it, and Karasin talked to him.

Well, an heir or a first grandson, so that could be a lord, and if Karasin is like that, it's likely, but the word "lord" was very poorly connected to the chisel listening to the store owner's explanation in front of him.

Isaac answers, "I don't know."

"Isaac could have done the same. Yamato's power map is unstable. I don't know what will happen first." Westlande "stinks, and there are reports of mysterious monsters. Even inside Akiba is a pain in the ass. I mean, I was giving you Lord Shiloe's report that you might be able to get some tips for your return."

"Phew."

Isaac replies raw.

"That. Don't you miss it? Hometown."

"I'm a place, but I'm not from. This is where my body is. I have a lot of that on hand now. Troubleshooting me will come out in front of me."

To be honest, if you come out in front of me, I'll just choose and eat, so it's Isaac's policy to be perfectly forgiving to think about it. You've been thinking about "thinking" in the first place. It's a guy's policy to be able to give answers, and Isaac isn't. Instead, Isaac thinks it would be a good idea if we chose the best judgment on the spot.

You only have to think about the use of the lottery after winning it.

If I could go home on this occasion now, or after, what a raccoon.

"Sounds like another guy. That's 80%."

"Is that what Chara husband wants to go home to?

But it's about Isaac's insides, and I don't deny anyone else's desire to go home. I don't know, but I don't know. It was at all whims that I visited Karasin the most. Isels has heard more about the dyeing technique recently brought to him by Akiba. That was the only reason Isaac on the street was out of hand because of it.

"Yeah, sort of. I have a couple of girls over there who promised me a meal (date)."

But, well, I return "I respect you" to a shallow answer that was useless to ask. Of course I hate it. As powerful weather as his face, Karasin starts excusing himself by laughing naggingly at Isaac's intimidation like that.

"It's going to upset you if you don't sort out your feelings when you're leaving, right? I'm telling you to fall either way. To myself."

"Huh. Organize, do you want to"

"I'll put it on. Well. But even if I could go back, the company would quit."

"Really? I thought you were an advertising agency.

That was the information we asked when we revealed each other's situation at several banquets. There was a lot of laughter at the difference in circumstances. I was talking about Akasaka or some big building working the lower end.

"It is. But if I tried my own arm over here, I wouldn't be able to go back. If you dictate to people yourself and know what it tastes like to do business with your hands, it's too dally to make a thin proposal in PowerPo and pluck it out of your budget. Are you poisoned? To this world."

Isaac stared seriously at Karasin.

The man who is supposed to be laughing at herahela is taking Isaac's gaze with a somewhat puzzling look on his face.

Isaac was impressed that some of these young husbands had masculine bones. To be honest, Isaac doesn't know the ad agency or the power to do it, but I guess what Karasin means is, in short, to be independent. Leaving under the big roof, yes, partly listed and protected, this guy is saying he's going to hit a beating.

That was kind of funny, and Isaac wanted to leave that back to power. "That's nice," he said.

Karasin's sharpening, hoarseness and coughing, please don't be ridiculous, are burning eyes primitive gorillas this brain muscle! I've been intimidating you, etc., but I'll laugh and flush you off. Karachin's cursing and all that.

"Oh, hey!

Isaac stepped forward.

Soon after he moved to the next store, Isels looked at the store exhibit with sparkling eyes, of which he had a sword in his hand. That's more of a dagger (dagger) than a small sword (short sword), but it looks big and splendid about a hundred centimeters tall in Isels.

I guess that's true even from Isels himself. He looks delightfully closely at a dagger about fifteen centimeters across the blade.

"It looks good"

Isels' outfit is worthy of being a nobleman's younger brother. It is not gorgeous as the culture of My Hama territory, but it is different from the fabric compared to the common people. You must have seen that and found out it would be a good customer. Awful Isaac stuck his palm out and shut up as the little fat shopkeeper jumped out of the back of the store.

"Such a sword, you, you're just shiny. You can't use it at all! Reza, you have to stop it."

"Here. Master Isels. Isaac, you're the one who sees it, right?

"!! Damn. You guys."

I knew it and would have looked at it slightly. I kicked one of Rezalik's mumps (Rezalik also wears sheet metal leg armor (plate greaves) so it doesn't hurt to this extent) and took the dagger from Isels.

Isels gets a discouraging sigh of "oh......"

It's still a boy. I guess I have an admiration for this stuff.

Even Isaac knows that. When I came here in Catastrophe, I lied about the weight of my armor and the glow of my slender sword. Because he was riding around on a motorcycle. Free manipulation of large chunks of iron is exciting for a man no matter how old he may be. Not to mention children as young as elementary school. As excited and nosebleedy as it gets, I'm not surprised.

"I've got it. Here, make it this way."

"... but this. It's expensive."

Iselus was delighted by the hunting dagger he had no choice but to look down. If you look at the price, well, there are certainly two zeros more than the dagger I did earlier. It's the difference between what the "Earthlings" made and what they influxed from Akiba. Besides, for an arms store on such a boulevard, Isaac's chosen one had quite a performance.

"That's a pretty good number of hits. If you're not interested, fine."

Isaac said. I don't mean to force you to recommend it, of course, but I see that Isels, who just turned his back, is actually only a little untrained. I do think Isaac is a smart, well done, and temperamental child. But that's eight years old. It's impossible to hide your feelings from your gaze or footprint.

I shrugged my shoulder, Isaac, and Karasin said, "Well, then, Master Isels. Next time, Isaac, you'll see. [M] Hey, Isaac," he says. It was a deliberate line that sounded like a boy with his back turned.

To Iselus, who turned around, said Kalashin.

"It's a gift, Master Isels. Oh, please don't hesitate, okay? I just wanted to try something a little aristocratic, too. Yeah, it's aristocratic. Isaac, you're on board, too. It's the merchant's worth."

No, I'm not riding at all, it's a pain in the ass, Isaac thought.

But Karasin is upset. The wink looks great on a grin I really don't like. He's a light, grasping man everywhere.

"Well, I'll pick that next time. Then, too, the plug into the gorilla. Come on, let's continue the inspection. It's still very expensive."

Karasin is laughing as she walks out to push Isels' back.

Isaac followed, for Christ's sake.

Escorts are a real hassle.

It's just, well, not bad as a holiday walk.

◆ 15

Slowly time passed and spring deepened.

Isaac also has reasonably busy times. There's actually as much to do, but Isaac isn't as diligent a man as he is to hold the whole thing in.

All you have to do is leave the Knights training to Lii-Gent but Zecca-Eagle. The Black Sword Knights have a lot of health idiots that are made up of muscles all the way to the brain. Those people are so stupid that they don't know what fatigue is, they should have left their physical work to them. Isaac spends three days of the week taking a nap or something, with no excuse to say, "I'm an Alliance Master," either. It's the same ecology as a lion.

The night I took a nap was hard to come to drowsiness and Isaac often walked wandering, as he now does. It's a night walk. Of course, it wasn't often rolled out to the tavern to drink, but Isaac's people, with few exceptions, have big voices and smell like men. Isaac thinks that other guilds give him the exact same rating because he gets tired of dealing with people like that.

Isaac, dressed in a uniform tailored to the Round Table Conference, wandered off into the hallway in no hurry. Walking now is the third floor part of the main building of "Grey Himeji Castle" and "Castle Cinderella".

Is the time about 21 o'clock? It is a time for many "earthlings" to fall asleep. Lights in this world are more precious than the Earth world. Most of all, it is the story of the common people, and that is the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal", the hall of the leading lord that binds its nobles, and the corners of the corridor are accompanied by the "Magic Light". It must also be mandatory for security reasons.

And lights also change people's lifestyles.

Inside the clerk's office, where Isaac peered only in his face, Lord Sergiad-Cowen was still in the stewardship.

"How was your training?"

"Fair enough, I guess. The knights are doing well."

When he entered the office with such an appropriate greeting, Isaac sat down on the reception set without any particular permission. Ask for tea and throw your back at the calm samurai who asks in a whisper.

This is not the first time I have visited late at night. I've been visiting them once a week lately. I've been invited today, but these days I've been visiting a lot. Isaac took a sip when he thanked the samurai who had offered him a tea of deep colour: "Oh, my goodness."

I like alcohol, but drinking tea like this isn't a bad idea.

I never told Sergiad, but this office is kind of cozy. Luxurious, but its luxury washes away its beauty with the baptism of the ages. Everything was real, and the moist and calm atmosphere had an atmosphere that also led to a well-maintained temple when it came to my hometown.

That was preferable, and Isaac was putting this clerk's office in the evening roaming course. It's even more convenient when you're tired of making a scene with your men.

Sergiad, who compiles the documents of the desk, also moves to the reception set, loosening his expression when facing Isaac.

"That's comforting. It's a time when you don't know when or what's gonna happen."

"Did you bother calling in to talk to the public?

"Yes, I am."

"Whoa."

Well, that's fine.

and Isaac shrugs his shoulders.

"Don't take away the pleasure of this short, old man."

"Grandpa, the 90th level beat the crap out of you."

Isaac had a laugh with Sergiad.

Isaac has come to this myhama and has been trying to do this for over three months now. I talked to Sergiad a lot differently from the first greeting.

Of course, we know that Isaac has feelings close to fear for their ability to fight, where their opponent is the "Earthlings" and the "Adventurers". We also know that, as noble lords, we intend to approach the Round Table Conference and cooperate technically and economically.

But Isaac feels that's not all.

Isaac thinks this old man, Sergiad-Cowen, is quite a big man. Speaking of age, it makes me feel comfortable with my younger self twice. That would be for reasons such as position and loss account, but isn't that the only reason you're walking in on more Isaac individuals? I think he's coming down here without shame on himself, who knows very little about politeness either.

Old man with thick bones and good posture.

I guess I worked out a lot when I was younger. I have a disappointing body and I can't even see fluttering when walking down the hall right now. There is majesty in the way you sit on the couch.

Some of them are curious and teachy. I heard you liked baking and picked it up, and Isaac showed me his bespoke glasses. "I heard that wearing special" Adventurer "glasses would create the wisdom of a fountain." It was also a pleasant story to be disappointed. Even Isaac didn't say anything about what he asked for.

"Well, it's about Isels"

After a glimpse of laughter, Sergiad barely cut out.

As much as I called him in, so I knew there was something to talk about. Isaac also said, "Whoa. Totally. Be honest with me," he returns.

Sergiad is a prestigious gentleman who receives immense respect from his subordinates.

But thank you Sergiad. Isn't his personal personality an interesting old man with a lot of spills? and Isaac suspects. They are all deceitful, but this old man has a lot of fun with different things. Recently, there was an atmosphere in Isaac that was experimenting to see if the [Adventurer] opponent could get through a spill. Because of this, Isaac has a much easier mouth.

"We're celebrating his birthday soon, and we're having a big festival. From Adventurer's point of view, does it look unreasonably extreme?"

"We're going to have a banquet. It's my birthday, so I drank alcohol and wrapped my tube around it."

"Hmm. I thought it would be called noble politics."

"I'm not sure about politics, but this is Isels' birthday, isn't it? It's not wild enough to put your ass on a day like that."

That's how Isaac flushed it. Well, I guess it can be a pain in the ass.

I think it's hard work. Isels is only a child.

But that's what I thought. Sergiad's words echoed in Isaac's ear: "We're going to nominate Isels as a trail for the Cowens on the spot".

"Successor? Come on, he's eight years old, that guy."

Sergiad only sipped one cup of tea without answering Isaac's incredible scratch.

"In the first place, Grandpa. You had a son. of serious systems."

To Isaac's overlapping inquiry, Sergiad seemed to be wrapping up his thoughts, grinning his beard. Such a trick even suited Sergiad well, and Isaac had seen it many times.

"Fennel is my son-in-law. That's a well done man. I don't forget that even the heart of the martial arts is out of civilian life. He ruled my Hama's water well. I'm buying that one expensive, but the residents aren't convinced. The heir wants Cowen's blood."

"Hmm."

Isaac was also listening to things around there.

I'm not interested in the circumstances of someone else's house, but I can't be indifferent when it comes to the composition of a family of lords who are to be escorted. Also, in this world of limited entertainment, it can be said that the family situation of the exchanger is a source of rumors of outfits.

After three months of living, the knowledge around here, both in the liquor store and in the market, would have been completely acquired as basic education.

"There are three sons between my daughters Salariah and Fennel. My oldest daughter Liserthea. My second daughter, Rainesia. And my youngest son Isels."

I hear it around there too.

Sergiad didn't get the boys.

The child is two sisters. It's my sister Salaria and my sister Langrissa. Both are already thirty roads but elegant beauties and popular. My sister, Salaria, welcomed her son-in-law. That's the fennel we're talking about. Now, this Myhama territory is ruled by Sergiad as a lord, while Fennel is partitioning deals and inner governance as one arm of it.

Three children were born between them.

"Reseltea relinquished her right to inheritance. I was married to a knight. When I say it, I won't ask. It's my daughter. If you can't marry someone you love, say you'll die with your throat poked."

Who does he look like? Isaac snapped a toad in his mouth. The daughter-in-law, the knight, is a man named Jaris. The Knights of My Hama (Glass Grieves) is the best user of young men. It means you're not old enough to be the leader of the regiment, but when it comes to guts and sword arms alone, you'll already be in the Knights Sanjie.

"The rest will be Rainesia and Isels."

"There's a princess. Your grandfather's daughter is your son-in-law, so why don't you come in next time?

Isaac returns to Sergiad's low voice.

Nevertheless, I don't have any expectations about the answer.

"- That girl would have another job for her."

"Another job, huh"

Sergiad smiles slightly bitterly and looks at the moon out the window. Isaac glanced at you like he was going out with you.

"This Yamato has long been ruled by a country called the Westlande Dynasty. You know what? I'm talking about ancient times. Then there was the war. It was a great war involving the rest of the world. The Alves and other human races fought over it. After the war of Princess Liu Tin, the" Westlande Dynasty "perished. - Then Yamato was divided between us, the Alliance of Free Cities Easter, and the Holy Empire Westlande, which ruled the west. The Duke of my Duke of Cowen family is the title given to him by the ancient Westlande Dynasty. Both the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Holy Empire Westlande originally descended from their ancient dynasties."

It was the history of Yamato that Sergiad began to tell.

"The Holy Empire Westlande is the rightful successor to the ancient Westlande dynasty."

"Ha...?

"The Alliance of Free Cities Eastal is said to be under rule."

"Don't worry about it."

"Indeed. It's a pain in the ass. And it's also dangerous. To my eyes, Yamato appears to be about to take a great turn in history. It's an unusual time. We the" earthlings "and the" adventurers "began to discuss it. A lot of great things will happen, but a lot of horrible things will happen."

Isaac doesn't know the hard part.

I can't tell which one, or what is right, is the rightful heir. But now that neither Mai Hama nor Kansai seem to be experiencing any inconvenience, I think I should leave them alone. Wouldn't it bother you to like it and cause trouble?

It's a mistake to make Isaac listen to this story in the first place. It is also a matter to be asked by the Belly Black Eyeglasses.

"I mean, what's this all about?

To Isaac, who asked scratching his head, Sergiad laughed at the tease and slowly resumed the conversation.

"Being a lord in those times is harsh. - I misjudged Rainesia. Though reasonable, I thought she was an unheeded daughter. And when I entered the great chamber of the Ice Court, and saw Leinesia, who had cut off his nobility against him, I knew how foolish I was. Yeah, you're right. Rainesia was right."

Sergiad laughed small, proudly speaking of his mistakes.

"There's no way this old man, who didn't even know about my granddaughter, could have known about the Adventurer. At least now, if you still face the Adventurer and listen to all of it, I knew this Sergiad was a true idiot, a great liar. I even felt like that lazy girl hit me with an iron stick (mall). When I saw that girl flying on the Eagle Lion (Griffon), it was my first thought at my age."

Isaac did not block Sergiad's words.

In the secluded office of the night, the words sound like confessions.

"That's a pretty smart girl. I am lazy, but I do my duty. I guess it's a good idea to get that girl up, or have a husband and leave my hama to me."

"Look, even a princess would be fine."

"But is that okay? I also think"

Sergiad still got lost and looked like he was searching the universe for endless answers.

"Maybe that girl has a bigger job. - Besides, the lord would still be a man's business. Isels knows that, too. In that year. Isels is smart. And he's more loving than that. I love this territory. It's one of the qualities a lord needs."

Isaac shrugged his shoulders and responded.

This is My Hama and Sergiad is its lord.

If Sergiad is going to succeed Isels, there's nothing he can say to Isaac, the outsider. In fact, I don't even think Isaac is right for a lord. I know that the age of eight is early in the common sense of the planet, but it is with this world, even Earth, that we cannot choose the house where we are born. There must be a similar example over there. Isaac thought so.

"The Alliance of Free Cities Eastal will usher in turbulent times. No, it's not just Eastal. Yamato, who welcomed the Adventurer, has ushered in a new era. We and you may be alike, but if we meet where we are, new possibilities will arise one after another. It's coming from the city to this Grey Himeji castle."

"Hey, hey, Grandpa, you're deaf."

"In the coming Yamato, you can't lead the people unless you understand the Adventurer. Lord Isaac, that street is still young. While you're in Mayhama, why don't you teach us something we can't teach you?

"Ha. Don't worry about it, it's me. I'm not proud of you, but I'm a jerk."

"I don't think so. I think all she needs is a light like Lord Isaac."

Beyond that, Isaac, an outsider, would only be able to follow the request and train the Knights. And protect the Lords. The Lords include that little child, so naturally they will have to protect that too.

The other thing is "follow me".

Fortunately, the Adventurer is strong. Isaac and Sword of Pain Black have just the power to crush an approximate peril. The capital of My Hama is not a bad place. The Cowens are not bad people. Of course there will be organizational dating and damage. However, it is true that he entertained the like-minded Black Sword Knights (among Isaac).

Isaac remembered the words of "one meal at a time". A grin that Sergiad doesn't understand climbs to the edge of his lips.

"Oh...... Fine. Whatever you can."

"Please. Lord Isaac."

They spent the night talking about something even more irresistible.

◆ 16

In the early summer, when Isels turned eight, an incident came later known as the Catastrophe.

It did not involve an explosion or flash, or a sway of the earth, but it was a decisive big incident. This event began with the phenomenon of the sudden disappearance of the Adventurer from the city of My Hama.

Thought the first few days would just be coincidences or twists, the adults exchanged all the rumors sporadically when they gradually found out that it was some serious event rather than a transient mess. Many of them were full of accusations that the Adventurer had suddenly become lazy and plotted treason, but Isels had wondered from the outset if that was something out of focus.

Because for Isels, who admires chivalry stories, The Adventurer was also like a legend.

Eventually, although slowly, new information began to be brought to the city.

The Adventurer gathered in the city of Akiba for a long meeting. Issels heard from her mother, Salaria, that the adventurers also faced some major problems and were stuck without standing up to resolve them.

The adults began to rave about whether they should know it and negotiate, or no, take it into the Lords' Council, but Isels knew what to do from the beginning.

The fact that the heroes, the Adventurers, are bewildered in the face of the problem means that the world is a big case!!

It's wrong to be discussing which one is up there in such a critical situation, and what to do with the sequence, in the absence of the other. Yes, Isels insisted, but the grownups didn't seem interested in that because they were swinging at their convenience. Of course, I guess Isels didn't have enough power to explain. For a year now Isels understands.

Isels is the grandson of the lord, so the knights of "Glass Grieves" and the luxuries of the realm carefully bow their heads. That was an experience that really made me feel proud, but at the same time made me feel terribly uncomfortable.

Sometimes when they praised me, the words sounded like lies. That's sad. Sometimes when they would follow Isels, they would find that was not because Isels was right, but because they wanted Isels' grandfather to like them. I feel like I'm not taking enough myself, and I've had a rash.

In other words, Isels' words can be heard or not by the convenience of his surroundings. Isels felt hurt because he was a child.

My sister Rainesia gave me the motivation to change the situation.

Rainesia was participating in the Lords' Conference with a presentation. That was something I couldn't wait to envy from Isels, who wanted to see Adventurer at first sight, but the envy beyond that was that Rainesia got the assignment of Akiba. After the Lords' Conference, my sister said she would travel to Akiba under the life of her grandfather Sergiad, where she would help the inhabitants.

That was the first shock I had ever tasted in my life for Isels.

I loved Rainesia as a beautiful, kind, and protective family, but at the same time, raised as a man, Isels unconsciously thought it was not Rainesia, but himself, who would help with the (i.e. the lord's) work of the house in the future.

Isels couldn't help but be shocked by the fact that it was his sister who was given the job, albeit with age differences.

My sister lined up with Krusty, the knight of the princess, to face the army of Green Kid (Goblin). But that was not out of admiration for the 'adventurer', but as a sacred duty of the Lords' clan. My sister is not interested in "adventurers" etc. I know that as my brother Isels. I don't think my sister, who took her hands off the Adventurer and saved the people with that friendship, was in the same mood as Isels.

I want to see Adventurer at a glance. I wanted to see that fight, and Isels was still only a child. Isels thought his own sister was not only beautiful, she was a noble and wonderful woman. Compared to my sister, I'm just a chick. I don't really even deserve to complain about the way I treat my surroundings yet.

And if I knew so, what I'd do was pile up.

In order to work hand in hand with the "Adventurer", even Isels must fully know the work of the house and grow up as a nobleman. The most beautiful lady in Eastal, my sister, who is said to be the princess of the winter rose, is able to work with the Adventurer. Isels, twice his age apart, had as much to learn.

Fortunately, Isels was the grandson of the Duke of Sergiad's family, and he was not incapable of being a teacher. From my mother, Salaria, I was able to learn the history and geography inside and outside the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, and from my father, Fennel, I was able to hear more about the industry and terrain in the territory. I was quick to accompany the Knights in their training, but from the point of view of Isels, even the gardener and the horseman, everyone was a teacher to learn, with professional knowledge and skill.

And roughly the month of the year has passed, and Isels, about to celebrate his ninth birthday, has (himself) grown completely tall (he intended to), and even among the "Adventurers", he has asked Isaac, who has two names: "Black Sword", to do the archery.

It sounds dry and high in the small courtyard.

No matter how ingenious the wooden sword made to match Isels' height, it didn't even reach Isaac's clothes.

"Isaac... can't you do this?"

Hide your rough breath and Isels asks.

"I don't know anything about it. Full of more movement, sword sword sword sword."

"Yes."

Suspended with both hands, left flat, wrist back and poked.

Isels' sword was not a bad thing for an eight-year-old, but it did not reach Isaac. When Isaac fakes a sword that is supposed to be ten times heavier than Iselus' wooden sword, like a bar cut with one hand, he receives or distracts Iselus' wooden sword.

Training with Isaac was completely different from other guiding roles. The simulation just goes on without a shake or a mould. There are no cuts, no set time limits. Even if his breath stops, Isaac follows Isels with a great sword with his sheath on.

Isels knows it's not an attack or anything, it's just an extrusion. Yet you can't flaunt it, and if you take it, you can't stop your body from being rolled over like a ball-point. Such a battle is repeated while your health still continues, and when your breath finally becomes painful, you fall on the spot for a break.

I'm not sure how to shake the sword because there's no explanation of the shape or theory. Of course there is a difference in arms, but I don't even know that between Eight-year-old (Earthlings) Isels and Isaac in the Battle of War (Reid) in the first place, the difference narrowed or left because of too much difference in basic physical performance. That meant, if you say so, that in earlier attacks and now attacks, you don't even know if it's gotten better or worse.

Training with Isaac was tough out of the group, even as Isels tasted it. But Isels doesn't suffer much.

"Ho."

"Ah."

Isaac's sheathed sword moved at some point and the sensation disappeared from Isels' hand. The sound of the wind coming off in the space behind me, the wooden sword being jumped.

Out of balance in an attempt to look up, Isels fell and looked up at the sky.

My breath is all over me and I can't get up.

"Isaac, are you... Huh. Ha."

"Oh break. Now, fall asleep and breathe."

"Yes. Ha, ha."

"You're weak."

"Yes......"

Just to be clear, I also feel sad as Isels. I was so tired that I couldn't move, but I heard a sinking voice.

"Well what. Don't be so depressed. All of you Earthlings are weak, so we don't know the difference."

"Really?"

Isels laughs when he cripples at the care. The wind feels soft and the sun is warm. This courtyard is also swayed with pansies. Isels spoke to Isaac in a gentle mood.

"Is everyone in the Knights weak from you, Isaac?"

"Ah. You're weak. Not yet."

"Hmm. How can I be strong?"

"Huh? Doesn't it have to be too strong?"

Isels protested that Isaac's line was irresponsible. Isels, who could eventually become a lord, has to brush his sword arms and his horseback riding arms.

"Your guts are more important. Strength follow me."

When Isaac flushed without fitting, he clasped the storage bag he was wearing on his hips, and when he took out an unopposed dagger about twenty-five centimeters long, he threw it lightly over to Isels.

"Look, use that."

"Huh..."

After twirling and half-rotating, and staring at a dagger that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand, Isels quickly found that it was a tremendous value. Iselus, a nobleman, is more familiar with the kind of weapons than the common people of the "earth".

I remember seeing even what is said to be a famous sword, a demon sword. But they are also told by the Corwen family, the "earthlings". Since the Catastrophe, various pieces of equipment made by Adventurers have flowed into My Hama, and weapons were no exception, but there are levels of creation and appropriateness for equipment items in this world. To this end, items made by leading (adventurers) craftsmen are not like flowing into the market. At the very least Isels had heard it that way more than Salaria.

"You're too far from the center of gravity with a wooden sword because you're lightweight. If I can use it, my sword arms will rise."

"It's an adventurer's sword, right? It's so expensive."

Yes, it is.

I'm sure this dagger is a great price.

Isaac is an 'adventurer' and has no common sense, and you don't know it because he's a greedy one, but it's not strange that he can buy a house for My Hama with this one sword. The sword was clearly going to hold a tough glow and captivate Isels, but still Isels had to ask Isaac that in a squeaky voice.

Isels loves Isaac.

I love this giant warrior, who is so rough and so detailed that I don't care. So with all this rigorous training, I've never thought no.

"Not always. It's your birthday, isn't it? Guys, hold that. Uh, no. Bikes, armor. So if you're not excited, it's over, right?

Isaac, what's wrong with your sense of money?

I'm not sure what a motorcycle is, but Isels seemed like he could handle his warm chest. I've said something unfathomable about the lighting, but I can't help but loosen my cheeks. As a boy, I would have had a pitiful smile.

"Don't you want it? Wow. Give it back, see?"

It was a lie that I was exhausted from training and couldn't move one fingertip.

When I came around holding my sword, I said, "Wow! No. I'm so happy! It's Adventurer's Dagger! Thanks!," he thanked. What is this crest? I looked closely and found the name Taruya there and the impression of a small (Black Sword). This dagger matches the Isaacs, it's a special order!! "You just have to do that and thank me honestly. Totally."

"Hehe. Ah."

"What's up?

Turning many times, Isels pointed to the sky as he jumped up.

Ahead lies the shadow of a horse rushing through the thin, cloudy skies of spring. That familiar shape was the same as Isaac showed me, and Isels raised his voice honestly.

"Eagle Lion."

"Uh. Has anyone come from the Round Table Conference? Is that Miss Reese? I wonder if you've followed the princess to the revelation."

"Isaac, you need to take a bath."

"Trouble."

Speaking of which, this evening was the feast of revelation.

Suddenly remembering it, Isels pushed behind Isaac's hips to hit him. The shadow of the Eagle Lion is approaching. If my sister is on that one, there may not be much time left for herself.

"I can't seem to. Even the lady looking for her son-in-law is coming to the feast!

"Okay. Okay, really, you know what, just thin things like that."

No, Isaac whispers to Isaac, but he glances over and over at the dagger he inserts in his hips. This is an important treasure. It is also evidence that he learned the sword from Isaac.

"I have to clean the back of my ear."

Isels walked into the hall, hugging Isaac, whom he loved.