Log Horizon

◆ 1.01

It's not like it's an exaggeration to say labyrinth.

Originally this is a separate mansion built by the ancient emperors of the "Westlande Dynasty" to avoid the heat, but the mischief of history has changed its lord many times.

Because many of them were royal kings' mothers, righteous wives, and sometimes concubines, this detached palace, built on a slope near the summit of the mountain, is shaped as a collection of various sleeping quarters bearing the name of flowers. Since the Catastrophe, the Adventurer has repeatedly built more buildings with the help of the Adventurer, it is now a little larger than a village.

The outward lord is Saigon Touri, one of them who lays down his place in the deepest part of the house. I have prepared an elegant dwelling for Saigon, tired of the hustle and bustle of the capital of Kyou - the ears are good, but it is the truth of what the palace sparrow said that the Senate, which feared that Tori would gather power (from Chi), had him under house arrest in this outhouse.

But right now, there is nothing to tell us that Saigami Touri is the true ruler of this outlying house.

"Plant Hwyaden".

The largest and strongest guild in this Yamato, which led to dominating western Yamato around Minami. At its center is this "Icoma Outhouse". The guild center does not reveal why [PLANT HWYADEN] was to be headquartered in this outhouse, not throughout the city of Minami.

However, it is not difficult to imagine that a complex government building of considerably larger size was needed to accommodate the roughly as complex a governance mechanism as possible to operate this supermassive guild that would not be conceivable in the "Elder Tail" of superior to 10,000 people - and there is no doubt that this outlying house met the requirements.

The evening of Icoma is somewhat sweet and cloudy, dark as it is filled with a secret scent.

In the Japanese-style crossing, there is raised a light fire surrounded by Japanese paper, but that doesn't mean we should pay for all the darkness.

What stands out about its cloudy orange lights are the dark shadows cast down by the trees in the courtyard, and the deep darkness that obsesses the corridors.

The "Palace of Medicine" in the southern part of the outer palace, where the Japanese costume "Eldermaid" dressed gracefully with long sleeves on the matching collar, existed in its deepest depths, behind the sweet and bitter secrets of Icoma.

It is, so to speak, a nest of alien spiders built deep in the labyrinth.

A giant trap, to capture prey guided by a seductive scent that disturbs the chest.

In the middle of that silver thread trap, uncle Ortellis arrived, not necessarily.

Not that I didn't know a beautiful woman, but a woman in front of me - wet feathers are totally different. He has a slight grin of presence or absence, and is about to be drunk even though he hasn't uttered a word after his name.

"... the Ortellis are also in favor of the reconciliation measures to be pursued by Master Wet Wings, and, at any rate, to add them to the end of next month's ceremony... The Necromancer Gahara was the land of my Alteris father, and if you can guide me, my Brotherhood Party must be able to help you."

The spinning words were elusive, but the uncle told him to squeeze them out.

This woman, as glorious as the dream before her, is now the most prominent figure in this "Holy Empire Westlande". She was a key player in West Yamato's politics shortly after the catastrophe than she was in charge of unifying Plant Hwyaden, but she didn't show up on the stage.

A princess with a secluded, blooming evening face deep inside the outer palace, entrusted everything to the plenipotentiary Intics. That was the assessment of wet feathers.

The wet feather appeared on the surface stage in response to the Rainbow Coma Incident and issued a decree. "The grief of East-West partition, exhausted in the brush tongue. Now that Yingjie of the East is fighting the darkness of Yamato, it is time to heal and help the wounds of the years".

This decree of the Wet Feather led to the re-establishment and defense of the Central Yamato region, with all the infiltration of the "Plant Hwyaden" at a surprising rate, as did the nobility of the "Holy Empire Westlande", and many "Adventurers" enlivened their dealings with the East. No, it's not activation, it's just normalization, I guess. Given the economic size and production of the two, it was only natural that there should be this level of interaction.

Of course, the Senate broke into this life of wet feathers.

It is the name of the "Holy Empire Westlande" in the first place because it does not recognize the East as an equal opponent. Few nobles claim that the territory currently ruled by the Free Cities Alliance Eastal nobility is inherently their own. It was the Eastal admirers who stole their territory in the midst of the Alv war, and many of the noblemen who lied about it.

Ortellis is not that shameless, but as a nobleman we need to expand one gate.

Powerful houses like him are involved in distribution and authorization interests and continue to store wealth, but even such uncle houses dominate only surprisingly small estates. Not to mention that it's not uncommon to be poorer than a big shopkeeper, such as a weak nobleman with an elephant.

As the proverb goes, the weaker dogs bark the better, the louder they shout out their full confrontation with the Free Cities Alliance Eastal.

Of course, you can't give in to the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. Strictly speaking, the Holy Empire Westlande and the House of Lords are allies of the Adventurers and have no obedience. The history of the Holy Empire Westlande cannot be tolerated in the first place, such as bending (firmly) beneath Eastal's knees.

However, the influence of PLANT HWYADEN in West Yamato is now strong. This mighty organization, which has taken in even part of the nobility, has far more power than the national power of the Holy Empire Westlande itself, and it cannot think of anything like standing up against its "Plant Hwyaden" unless it is a pure nobleman who does not think ahead.

Besides, wet feathers didn't say "follow Eastal" or "subordinate to Eastal." "Save it," Ortellis thinks, rather that's what he said.

If it is reconciliation, not apology, it will still be possible. This is all the more so if that is the upper form of the "Holy Empire Westlande".

Even with wet feathers, you know that, beyond the headquarters of "Plant Hwyaden", naturally she should also be thinking about taking in the subject of "Holy Empire Westlande".

If so.

- Swallow.

When it comes to reconciliation, isn't its reality the conquest of a new era, when the "Holy Empire Westlande" swallows Eastal?

And if it doesn't actually cross drinks, and it's done on a battlefield called socialism, it's just the stage where the prestigious aristocracy (Ortellis) plays its part. It is unlikely that we, the citizens of the capital, who bear the history of Yamato's blue blood all by ourselves, will lag behind the mountainous country nobles.

In order to devour the new battlefield, Ortellis must dive into the nostalgia of the Lord of the Outlying House.

Today's meeting is an important act in order to capture the edge of it, to ascertain the sincerity of wet feathers and raise their names as collaborators.

I would have guessed in Uncle Ortellis's chest like that, but the wet feathers ended up listening or smiling slightly with or without it. Slightly narrowed eyes like wet crystals, well-shaped eyebrows draw gentle arcs.

When I fell in love with the look of a merciful mother embracing everything, her lips spun out a soft voice.

"I would like to make such an offer and thank you. Uncle Ortellis, I hear that the land of Owari is now a trekking enchantment of the Immortal as a deserted land under tension between East and West. | When it comes to Plant Hwyaden and Bokenshah, it would be a difficult place to break without guidance."

Ortellis had unconsciously nodded many times.

I guess so, even so.

No matter how invincible the Adventurer is, guidance and support will be required to challenge the undisclosed land.

With a glossy smile honking my chest unknowingly, Ortellis affirmed rather than gaining my will.

Both the dark hair that blends in at night and the dark stuffed collar dress still look thin and shiny with a smooth luster. The heavy shawl pulling the hem long enough to protect the bottom from the sleeveless arms was scarlet and golden with colorful cloud-like stitching. Beautiful nightclub garment that looks like a traditional costume from the "Holy Empire Westlande" or a new style characteristic of the "Adventurer".

And unbeatable beauty in that costume.

That was enough to make me breathless somewhere just staring.

Being a "adventurer" with lots of beauty and beauty shapes, immunity to things of neat appearance is gaining even as the Alteris of the Miyagi nobility. But of wet feathers, that's what makes such beauty stand out.

Speaking of beauty that can't help but waver the emotions of relative things. That would often arouse positive feelings like loyalty, longing or romance, for example. But even if it wasn't, it was like jealousy, fear or disgust - no, if I said it without decorating the words, it was a beauty with a seductive atmosphere that would stir up the secret abomination of the person across the street, like I wanted to do something to make this woman suffer, even if I wanted to think about it with my own hands.

Ortellis exhaled deeply and deeply to calm his mind.

I want to show this sweet brunette the wealth the Ortellis have built up for generations. I want to distort the brilliant look on that sorry face with amazement and joy. To hold back that desire.

When Ortellis shook his head, he took it, of course, of course.

"If |" Plant Hwyaden "is the bridge between East and West, and the current turmoil continues into central Yamato, then the Alteris would love to take it!

Ortellis' answer seems to follow wet feathers' intentions.

Feeling sucked into tender eyes like a heavenly woman, my uncle thanked me. This meeting will bring so much prosperity to the Alteris family.

"We also expect a great deal from Master Ortellis, the heaviest town in the capital of Kyaw."

Ortellis feels exalted like a feather has grown in his heart at the fact that the name of his house is told from the mouth of a wet feather.

"Yes, of course!

"Several streets across Nio's pale waters will be devastated and rebuilding this will be the most important undertaking of the last decade. I think the newly built streets will be called in the name of Ortellis."

Ortellis nodded deeply in words that concealed his mouth and smiled.

"It's up to you!

"I look forward to seeing Master Ortellis do his part and fight alongside the Knights of the Ortellis."

Ortellis was thrilled to thank you for the soothing talks and cut the talks off.

The aristocratic income is complex.

Its multiplicity is, of course, greatly influenced by the principals' and families' abilities, but also by the inherited rights and the sequence between the nobles.

If the sequence were to rise, more vulnerable aristocrats and merchants would come with their contributions, and rooting and procedural priorities would proceed promptly. The higher the sequence as a result, the easier it is to get a delicious money-making story into its hands.

Formats and ranks are not just spectacles. It is a weapon of aristocracy that affects reality. Or comparable to military power.

In his meeting with Wet Feathers, Ortellis was feeling a response that he had been granted entry into the Yamato centre. That doesn't fix it, it means the Ortellis family has gone up in sequence.

Of course the burden for that is enormous. Street maintenance, guidance, etc., will sometimes be requested. But all you have to do is leave it to the ascending sequence and assign it to the faction.

Ortellis sifted to a rosy hunch and left the palace behind.

Counting the aristocrats who had concluded their talks with Wet Feathers with the same expression would not have pleased him that way.

Ortellis didn't realize, but blaming it is something called cruelty. Gradually, however, the nobles of the "Holy Empire Westlande" were being incorporated into the immense power and ambition of the "Plant Hwyaden". At the same time, it also meant the degeneration of "Plant Hwyaden", which swallowed the poisonous bait called aristocracy, but at this point nothing can predict the future.

Icoma's night has just begun.

Because it continues with a lot of ambition and conspiracy in its pocket.

◆ 1.02

Wet feathers, who finished the meeting with Uncle Ortellis - although they assumed it was like a secret meeting over there - left the guest room after giving detailed instructions for the side service.

The outhouse in the early summer is quietly quiet in the night.

In the first place, the premises hit the southeast, and this palace of herbs has few samurai in place. That is also because the main wet feathers of the palace are kept away.

No matter how indoor you are and just go back to your private room, if you are a noble child of the Holy Empire Westlande, you cannot think of walking alone. Based on the public title, "Western Delivery," it would have been more natural to take the form of a dozen maids and women.

But at night, this is a nest of wet feathers.

The appearance of walking without offering was light and unrelated to fear or hesitation. Though summer had begun, the air of the outhouse, cut through the mountains of Icoma, carried the wind gently at night and became a nightwalking friend of wet feathers.

Wet feathers have always wanted a home.

Although I have lived in a place from an early age where there was nothing but hostility and contempt, and I was not given a lot of meals and beds, and I did not know exactly what I could say was a home if anything because I had lived like a deserter. I couldn't wait to see the same school kids who weren't themselves going home at dusk from when I was coming to elementary school every day with all my uncared hair stretched out all I could and just one greasy piece of clothing.

Wet feathers were blurred to think that with it you could take a bath, eat the food stored, be clean, and sleep wrapped in a washed towel kettle.

Unlike the other kids, I'm too ugly for that kind of luck, but Wet Feathers thought that if I had a house, I could be alone quietly without being frightened. I had nothing but despair for something called a parent, so I didn't think I wanted a good parent, etc. Wet feathers were young at the time and didn't make sense, so I thought the difference between my surroundings and myself was whether my parents were good or bad, rather than whether I had a safe place to live.

It was a dangerous and terrible time for wet feathers during the day when they were stabbed by the contempt gaze around them. Wet feathers that were too different from their surroundings, abandoned and lean, were subject to repellence by the surrounding children as well as by their parents. "Don't talk to that kid," he says, rather thankful, and it wasn't uncommon for him to be harassed or violent. What's more, faculty and city hall officials at schools who distance themselves from bringing responsibility here, while treating themselves like rare beasts, hurt wet feathers more deeply than their children of the same grade who behaved that way.

So wet feathers don't like the light of the sun.

Wet feathers feel like there is no place for them during the noisy day when people go to each other. The light of the sun is violent, revealing what wet feathers want to hide, what they don't want to see, everything like that. At night, people lose their gaze from the vicinity, and when they are alone, wet feathers can finally take off all their armor and feel a slow time.

As the leader of the giant guild PLANT HWYADEN, it will no longer be possible to ascend to an unknown position in Yamato and openly abuse wet feathers, but it is still difficult to change the stained values.

I'm not bad at talking to people.

I couldn't have lived without it, so I polished it up. Examining the background of others, asking for their complexion, perceiving their wishes, and having the first treasure of being able to dream.

There was nothing in the young wet feathers that could be called the original hand to stand roughly. Because before money and jobs, there was no stable environment, no kinship, no education, nothing. So all I had to do was ask for someone else's complexion and give them the generosity of their wealth.

A night's sleep, an inn to clean up, costumes to get out in public, cash to live for the moment. It doesn't matter how hard you try to get them for wet feathers. They are so common that some people can easily be thrown at them. If we approached them carefully and carefully avoided their disgusting remarks, they were readily available. Sometimes the wet feathers are amazing.

It seems to have drawn interest from Uncle Ortellis earlier.

So I'm not bad at those things. But that doesn't mean I like it.

Wet feathers realized from an early age that humans who give something to wet feathers are often applying it as a consideration that comforts their self-esteem. I can live with what I get from them, so I'm not going to make a scene that their hearts are inferior, but I can't like the color of their cloudy eyes.

On the other hand, humans who give nothing to wet feathers are in the end freshly hunted and freshly hunted reserves somewhere. If you can't keep your wet feathers in your sight, a clean person like yourself who thinks you can't help being such an ugly thing is more of a subject of fear than dislike.

Both were horrible, so wet feathers loved loneliness and night.

He founded and built a huge guild to create a small, limp, secluded, clean towel kettle-circled bunk where no one could harm him, turned his guard and defense around, and got a sanctuary where no one could get near him, but still, wet feathers liked the night and solitude.

……

Wet feathers looked up and confirmed the colour of the wind, then they crept through the corridor and stepped into one of the courtyards. Close to bedding, this detached palace has a courtyard with ponds on the south side.

Stepping in without hesitation, there was also a fragrant scent in the summer grass. If you pass through the cobblestone in the purple sunflower containing dew through the moonlight that sways every time the clouds cross, you go out to the waterfront shining like an obsidian in the night.

"... Xiaowei."

Wet feathers drop their gaze on the fluffy, dark scent.

The voice was clear, but teasing charity prevailed to say it was refreshing.

It was a good night.

The moon, about half missing, is blinking beyond the clouds, casting a razor-sharp shadow over the grass.

From its foot to the waterfront, a flower with yellow petals rises blurry in the darkness illuminated by a distant lantern in the outer palace.

Wet feathers didn't crouch or reach out, but staring with pity and love just in his gaze, he said in a soft voice, "You keep waiting for people who don't come long enough to live? - You don't have legs," he whispered.

"You have to wait for yourself?

Wet malice cleaved the loneliness of such wet feathers (by).

One samurai quietly crosses a stone bridge in a garden pond, looking down at her wet feathers with ruthless eyes.

Intics.

Second seat of the Ten Seat Conference led by PLANT HWYADEN.

Stand in front of wet feathers with frozen, airy intimidation scattered.

Always is.

This woman (Intics) looks down at her wet feathers like a ruler.

Make sure you take care of the feeling that your ears are going to lie down dull and unconscious, and wet feathers expose themselves to that gaze. In the classroom in class, my whole body foams with fear and humiliation, like I was forced to be half-naked and grounded. Intics brings a sense of powerlessness, like back then, when nothing could be done.

But not now.

It should be different.

Wet feathers flipped an anti-flag on the intics.

Despite the passion, he even struck down the intics in order to keep his promise (,).

Wet feathers glanced back at the intics so they wouldn't notice the knee about to tremble.

"I hear you're eating up the Senate. You want to go that far with working with Akiba? What do you think made Plant Hwyaden so big? You're going to cut off your own place and even go back to the breeding shed?

It's a dripping, poisonous voice.

It has been for a long time.

This woman does not absurd her voice.

You don't have to do that, you're just a woman who can hurt her surroundings in any way with a malicious tongue and a sincere contempt. A young lady born in a bourgeois house and raised with care. A woman who doesn't remember any blame for abusing others.

I'm not going to say that's evil, etc.

I'm not the kind of person who can make such a plea.

Except for good and evil and enemy allies. Wet feathers have declared war on this woman. They are no longer enemies. So no matter how horrible you are, you can't leave.

"Plant Hwyaden won't break. Be calmer and stronger."

Wet feathers fought so hard to hear his voice sounding calm as he tasted his temperature drop due to nervousness.

I wasn't thinking about the future of the Alliance.

I wasn't moving for that.

Cover-up from the mouth.

It's an on-the-spot rehearsal of Intics.

In fact, wet feathers are of no interest to the "Plant Hwyaden" itself. All I'm interested in is my residence and happiness. All I want to protect is a small bedroom and quiet, and someone who makes me happy.

But no matter how uninteresting, you can't just throw it at your enemies. Experience in the classroom shows what happens when you do it. Unless you get your fangs up, wet feathers know it will be comforting.

"What do you know? to hated, unclean and dirty dove rats. To an amateur who's never run a guild."

"- This isn't a guild anymore. Bigger and bigger than anyone has ever seen. Swallow not only the Adventurer, but also the Earthlings. - Are you the one who ever defended your address? Why did you lose the Prodigal Tea Party?

So the words also had no profound meaning.

Buy words for sale.

Because Intics said, "Keep your guild run amateur down," Wet Wings said, "You don't have any old nests left either, do you? I just said it back." There's no deep meaning, and I don't know the circumstances in the first place.

But that half-white of wet feathers provoked a violent reaction.

"Ultimatum, wet feather"

Make a nasty noise...

The evening of Icoma was bored with a squeaky scream, as if it had been pressed by a giant machine.

I don't know the look on Intics' face when the moon was cloudy and completely hidden in darkness, but she was whispering in such a voice, like a rusty heavy machine groan, with her hair still on.

"Go back to your room (house) and wear a blanket. I'll get you a beautiful address. You can't get something anyway, but if you're going to fish for leftovers, you'd still like something to eat, wouldn't you? If you're a doll like you've always been, I'll carry you around some leftovers."

Wet feathers came to be referred to as "western delivery" because Saigon gave them that rank. But there is no trigger for the two names of Intics.

"Witch," only called.

The witch of Plant Hwyaden.

Wet feathers nearly cried out before a disastrous intimidation worthy of the name. My feet are like a canoe swinging in a stormy sea, my spine is like a bubble of water, I don't have a sense of equilibrium, I want to get on my knees and plead for help. All the past becomes a curse, trying to bring wet feathers back to smelly hell.

"... you know the answer, don't you?

I put up a void.

Though it was inevitable that I would just be the boss to stare down at the intics. The wet feathers, though, rejected the intics with a hard voice, ignoring the lukewarm, disgusting sweat blowing out on his back.

"My voice is shaking."

Everything would have been found out by the intics throwing spiral laughter as if they had seen through. Wet feathers held their fists again and again, shaking in the eyes that lacked the glow of intics that seemed to glimpse through everything, both embarrassing past and important thoughts.

"No."

Short rejection is not a manifestation of firm will.

Because if you talk any more, screams will leak out of your mouth.

"Really? You, the drifter's, filthy, laughing you. Hey, Mr. Hakoo.

Wet feathers opened their eyes and shouted, resisting the underlying fears felt by drowning humans.

"Something I can't do."

Intics speaks up so that someone who can - cut off that hope of wet feathers.

"Not even that traitor can do it. That's all I can ever do. I can't rely on people or lead them, to pull them off like that. There's no way you can take hegemony of Yamato. It's another dream to control disturbances."

From his open mouth trying to scream, he heard himself exhale leaking, and wet feathers realized he was crying. That being the case, never, I wish I could have said it all out, but even the shameless wet feathers knew how shallow it was to ask others for it.

Siloe may save the wet feathers and the "Plant Hwyaden" together, but it's not worth saving by the wet feathers themselves at heart. To be worth it, you have to put together "Plant Hwyaden" even without a siloe. If you can't do that, there's no price for receiving happiness from Siloe.

"Kukukukuku. Hey, you don't want to go home, do you? You wouldn't want to go back, would you? This is the land of our dreams (Till Na Nog)." Plant Hwyaden "is the final home (end content). I will remind you of it. Tear your hopes and yearnings apart. I'll let you know who you are. Hey, are you shivering? Knock, knock. hahahahahahaha"

Intics seems to have received such wet feather silence as yielding.

I turned my heels back with a good mood, but a crazy laugh.

Glimpse its back, wet feathers bite its lips off.

I'm fine. I'm not losing. Intics is painful. That's why I came to fold wet feathers myself.

- Although decorative, the Alliance Master of "Plant Hwyaden" is a wet feather. Whoever that position was, Intics himself admitted it. The internal affairs and negotiating policies that the Alliance has pursued are also a large part of the black box, but many members of the public are happy to receive the Wet Wings Decree. The crushing of the "earthlings" aristocracy is well.

I want to be happy.

To do this, we need to overthrow the intics.

Take the rights and powers that Intics possesses, regain Plant Hwyaden, and invite Siloe to the castle. We don't have time, but we should have enough chances.

The outhouse of Icoma floating in the light of the moon was the scene of the Dark Fights between the "Western Deliverance" and the "Witch". The storm that rolls from there will eventually sweep Minami and Kyou, involving a large number of 'adventurers' and 'earthlings' who have not noticed it.

But I didn't even remember the wet feathers because they were slight.

Yamato's largest giant guild, Plant Hwyaden. But the supreme queen who unified the guild was a lonely night wanderer, not even bringing together what was to be lost.

◆ 1.03

Yamato also had a time equivalent to rainy season, but it was extremely light compared to that in Japan, passing only by the foggy rain that wrapped the city like thin silk and a few days of strong rain.

The four seasons of Yamato are so cool and moist that I can only be thankful as a siloe who knows the burning summer of Tokyo. At the beginning of July, although the sun is strong, the wind across the city rocks the tree perimeters to turn off the water and make those who wait smile.

After rushing days since the massive battle (Reid) incident at the Guild Hall in Akiba, calm was returning to the city.

It is Siloe who is in a hurry, and lately I cannot recall the meaning of the word peace or serenity. If you make your own ranking, the first place is "Where did this happen", the second is "There's more paperwork" and the third is "I want to go home".

That was also because he was involved in a plan to send goodwill to improve relations with West Yamato, including "Plant Hwyaden". To some extent, I had to be involved, and Shiloe was also thinking of the mission, but unexpectedly or as an indication, Shiloe was also supposed to participate altogether. It's rough to adjust and prepare for the journey.

It's a takeover, a manipulation, a conveyance, everything halfway through. Celebrating the day of departure, Shiloe is now a man on horseback.

It's technically a stopover to the "Eight Canals High Coast," but the big area, including drop-offs, was moving forward as if it were going for pleasure.

The wind does stroke my back is comforting.

I also know that my buddies are very interested in chatting.

"Humph. Humph. The sky is perfect and the weather is even better than the live day."

Nevertheless, he enjoys the scent of tide when his nose crosses with his direct shoulders (if he wants to), whether he is more relaxed by his departure from the guidance of the youth group.

"Nyan is the exclusive patent of the old master. Half Idol"

"I said half again!

At the mercy of a bitter siloe, that comic talent is no longer the norm. Marielle pulling from the side and Niyaniya laughing and Tora. Direct succession of troubled faces. And two to support...... no, two sisters. Lelia to Litka. "Oh, my God, Idloo." "Even half Idloo."

One way or the other, it's a jungle gym idol.

When the intolerable straightener pulls off the tortoise and throws it, it dangles in a gravity-free motion and lands on the carriage.

"Sounds like you're just admitting you're an idol... Naoto-san, don't do this... See your pants?"

"Say no!

Marielle looks happy in a cocktail pose covered in anger and a straight line of mind. Trying to stop getting involved anymore, Shiloe distracted herself.

"Are you guys always like this?

"Yeah, well."

"You're a line like a performer."

To Isaac's words as if they were frightened, Siloe returned a loving smile, hahaha. Undeniable.

Well, while I say it that way, it doesn't convey feelings as damp as insults or disgrace from Isaac's words otherwise. He's a positive man everywhere. Perhaps I was impressed with the statement as well, or stunned, in that sense, and have no further purpose.

Higumo, the wind crossed the sky.

When you feel invisible that on your skin, the white bird glides away smoothly as if slipping over its stream. Because of the wind, the wings are fixed and it looks like a high-performance paper plane. Seabirds had white slits through the blue sky and their aim was blue blue.

We saw the sea from the gap between the trees.

From a line that proceeded over the decaying asphalt, a sigh and a cheer rose.

It's been over a year since I've come to this other world. If you want anything, in this medieval world where you have to collect that material or go out to trade, many of Akiba's Adventurers should routinely go out to the neighborhoods surrounding what they won't be away from.

With the Half-Guire Project, the other world is one-half the distance, and even if the road network for mobility is dimensioned, it cannot be broken under the feet of the Adventurer. Not to mention heading south from Akiba, through the Old Ginza, the ocean is at the end of your eyes and nose. So a large number of "adventurers" look at the sea of Cerdesia less often.

But still, no matter how many times you're looking at it, whenever you find a blue glow over a broken ruin, there's an exclamation.

That's the only thing about the ocean, maybe it has something to inspire people.

Walking on his left hand through an abandoned group swallowed by depressed woods, Asphalt eventually joined the coastal road and the sea breeze came in full swing. The coastal area, created in geometry by the landfill works of the Divine Age, was still covered by bushes with dark red flowers, but beyond it was the (in this world) large ship (Podalgay) of a female silhouette reminiscent of a swan.

"Isaac, it's huge! It's beautiful!

"Whoa, whoa, don't get on like that."

Even as the samurai pulled her jacket hem, Prince Isels, shaking and riding herself out of the carriage, grinned with a full face, clutching her hands.

Isaac keeps pace with the horse and pinches the prince riding himself out of the carriage like a cat child, making him a child hug. I guess I got a higher gaze than the carriage window. The prince raised his voice of joy, "Wow."

"You're more of a dad than an escort,"

"Unplug."

Isaac returns the response of Killegimi to the glittering words of Souzillo.

Isaac said, "Isaac is not that age! Because you don't even have a daughter-in-law yet, do you?

And, probably, he mouthed what he thought was his defense.

I guess they told me that and I lost my poison. Isaac shrugged "Damn," scratching his red hair with his thick fingers.

I heard a giant sea beast screaming modestly.

It's a whistle.

From the shadow of the Cape, the white ship slowly reveals itself.

Silver Podal Gay. A single-inspection vessel equipped with a Fire Lizard Internal Combustion Engine (Salamander Engine) created by the Roundtable Conference. The name is for investigation, test type, and so on, but it is a power boat equipped with internal combustion engines rare in this Cerdesian world, and it goes to the continent.

"A princess!

A girl with shallow-colored feathers waved using her good (adventurer's) vision in vain.

"I knew I saw you."

"Ooh. He's waving too."

Michitaka and the others speak up for themselves.

Podalgay of Silver travels to the Eured continent with Rainesia, who became the representative of the Round Table Conference, and members of the D3-PG, which holds her.

Today is the day for them to travel simultaneously with the Continental Investigation Mission and the Siroes Goodwill Mission. It was also natural for the drop-off to be large.

Rather like rice grains than bean grains, Raynesia on the side waves small. That look is always a battle maiden costume. Next door is the maid of the upright posture, as usual, and the alpine san left in uniform. The "Adventurer" of "D3-PG" would be waving the flag flashly. To flip it, the sword and spanner cross. - It is the crest of the Round Table Conference, which has shown its will to stand in this land.

There is already a goodbye, and it does not arrive with a voice on the ocean and here.

The "Podal Gay of Silver" slowly turned around leaving a white wave trail and left in the direction of exiting through Tokyo Bay.

I am not so worried because members with Eagle Lion (Griffon) are also participating if I have to. It is a goodbye for a while.

I wonder if it's all right. I guess I was ready.

Ink and paper for consumption, I guess I should have made some more and given it to you. Did you get a good load of ammo?

I don't mean to be worried about him at all, but Siloe, who was blurry about that, looked back at Akatsuki riding on the back of the same horse with a pounding from behind.

"What's going on?

"I'm worried again. That's gonna make my stomach hurt."

"Ugh."

You noticed the siloe that only makes me face my stomach ache, and my direct line came close.

"Are you okay, Shilo? I mean, I figured I'd go, too?

"Don't worry. Stupid succession. Mostly in order, isn't it? This time I will take my lord."

"You're not Chimiko."

"What?"

Nyantai watches over such an exchange in a dazzling way. Behind it is Serara. Minori and fifty bells can also be seen in the carriage passenger seat.

Towya and Lundell House are newly purchased military horses.

"This mission, the" Horizon of Records "business group... Mr. Shiloe and Mr. Akatsuki! And two men from the seniors, Towya and Lundell House! And what are you hiding? I'm the supernova idol that the galaxy is waiting for!

"It's a worry festival."

"There is!?

Once again, I glued around like a hamster and clung to the direct line, and Torah said, "You want me to thank you! I'm offering you a deduction to give you time with Mr. Marier, to this me!" and was slightly irritated.

The bright red direct line and Marielle held their mouths together and said, "What are you talking about!" But Henrietta says, "Are you a child?" to say an excuse that doesn't make sense.

"Direct Senior. I'm coming, too. It's okay."

Smiling and mouthwatering was Soujiro from the "Westwind Brigade". Isami, a girl with shallot feathers, and Sandy, a sleeveless robe [therapeutic cleric], also follow suit.

"The Westwind Brigade and the Black Sword Knights are on their way, so you're not worried about your power."

"That's right," he nodded directly to Isaac, who assured him in a throwing tone.

Mr. Isaac will be your escort.

"Details are fine."

Henrietta's nail prick is also Isaac, who whispers and listens to his ears, but that won't help either. The members of the Goodwill Mission are the Representative of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, Prince Isels. Advisor Marquis Kiliva. More than a hundred people are accompanied and escorted around the four representatives of the Round Table Conference, Shiloe of the Horizon of Records, and Karasin of the Eighth Mall.

Armed forces that strike a group of hundreds, mainly the Adventurers, should not exist in this Yamato. Even if there was a raid of the "Dictionary Disaster", if it could be cut through, of course, it would not be alarming only shortly after the incident of Akiba, but it was nevertheless a member selected as the best.

I don't care what you worry about.

Even if I put it aside because I'm always anxious that it might be unprepared, I'm also concerned about Nazna's concerns, which I've been pushing to keep in mind when she asks for Soujiro, and the inside information on Minami and Kyou, who are on their way in the first place, is not stable. The communication from KR is also vague as to whether they are choosing words.

Even as a force of war, I have no doubt that Tora is competent as a guide to know Minami's circumstances, but I am also worried that he is likely to cause problems because of his free-flowing personality.

Speaking of worries, maybe that's not necessary, but I'm also concerned about how Lundelhouse and Towya have been running for this Goodwill Mission.

- Hopefully, by the minnoli I'd leave behind, I wanted you to be in Toya, the twin, but isn't it arrogant and selfish in Siroe's position to want that? It's also true that while I was thinking about it that way, the day of my travels came.

"Humph, humph, we're leaving for the cannibalism. Yikes!

"My lord, my lord. I want dried magpies."

But it was only a few moments before he was so troubled. Did you see the silent siloe, Akatsuki Tora, start pulling his ears from left to right?

It's a noisy line, and Siloe thanked him with all her heart, even though he was frightened.

The Alliance House may leave, but this is where Siloe will return. As he chewed it up, he looked back and spoke to the ensuing.

"I'm leaving!

On behalf of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Round Table Conference, the Goodwill Mission set out to stabilize relations with Western Yamato. The journey was the beginning of a new chapter in their challenging adventure.