Log Horizon

◆ 2.03

Once a political and economic centre, the capital of Kyou, the brainchild of the "Holy Empire Westlande", also seemed to gradually lose its vitality as the city of Minami increased its presence.

Of course, there is no significant reduction in the number of residents, and security has improved and cultural sophistication has improved (thanks to the magical items for life brought about by the "Adventurer").

But the merchandising that runs aloud through the city and the appearance of armed escort mercenaries has completely disappeared, probably because of the transfer of bases of activity to Minami, which continues to expand exponentially as a logistical and commercial center. It is a division of residence. The current capital of Kyou is the political capital ruled by the Senate.

Kyou's night has a deep shadow.

Wet bonds between men and women and poisonous rhetoric to chase down political opponents. From the dwarf who manages the stables below to the clerk of the library and the minister above, all rights and positions are intertwined conspiracies. True or False. A written parent book in a fluent language. A tiny pot of "bitter life frog" poison into the oil. Black hunting clothes (capes) to hide your identity and coarse, thin silk eyes.

In a softly damp, uncomfortable and sticky density, they intertwine intricately and sneak into unexpected alarm.

That was politics in the capital of Kyou.

The Duke of Woodell is the most powerful old house in this capital of Kyaw, headed by the Senate. Although the "Holy Empire Westlande" is ruled by the Saigon family, it is in fact pre-construction and even the Metropolitan or children know that Saigon Touri is a divine shrine. Lord Woodell is a good man to speak of as the ruler of this kyo.

But the duke, Woodell, who was over sixty years old, broke the parent book at hand in a pronounced manner. It's a no to invitation to a feast. The faction's - well, virtually everything in the Senate is Woodell's power base, but some of it has stopped participating in the feast. Although it is raised on the grounds of physical condition, convenience, etc., the intention to change the distance seems clear.

"Alas, forget the pride of the nobility and the grief of Westlande!

The samurai, who raised her letter to deliver, bows her head strictly to the words that abominably spit out. I would have been afraid to touch Woodell's inquisitiveness, the young ladies who usually do around him do not even approach him at such times. This samurai, who doesn't show her emotions, is being pushed into all these roles.

I couldn't even tell if he hated the role the most, though he couldn't tell from that look, which was as lively as a woodcarving.

"What do they owe them in the first place?"

"It appears that the Chamber of Commerce, the Eighth Trade Network, is entering the redevelopment of villas in the Owari region and Yomidji Island, from which some of the wealth flows to the aristocracy."

"It will be the intics that bind Minami's wealth, what are you doing"

Woodell can't hold back his anger and slap the words.

"It's a golden vein from the Eastern [Roundtable Conference]. A tremendous amount of comedy seems to be pouring in from the east, and the repayment of the debt seems to have been redeemed with it. - I was wondering if it was the impact of his desire to escape from His Excellency Woodell."

You don't even feel that Woodell's anger to the extent of a breeze, or an unnamed squire reports the situation in a low, clear voice.

Woodell had also heard stories of more comeback hauling from the east, but he didn't know it was spreading that far. In Yamato, where comedy is often the staple food, comedy is gold. If food flows in, some flags (no) will catch the wind.

In the first place noble houses are not united in an absolute alliance. Following court sequences and factions and being hostile to each other is also a routine tea meal.

The Holy Empire Westlande is still coming together because we need to counter a virtual enemy called the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal.

"Ungrateful."

……

Forgetting its suppressing fundamentals and trying to descend into enemy military gates is a serious attitude that is noble. Have you forgotten who they owe the troubled decades they've been in as a ruling class? Isn't it just the Woodells who supported the Holy Nation that made the Emperor?

"What's going on with Intics? What are the proud hunters doing!

"I don't know what Kazuhiko did, but when Inticus pressured Wet Feather directly..."

Although she is a completely uninteresting stone doll-like woman, Woodell is letting her side serve in her own mansion because of this information. I will look up the "Adventurers", whether they are using Woodell's information network or not.

"I don't know if this is happening because that pressure and it doesn't work."

……

Making such a report does not make that attitude angry, but it can be said that its calmly settled character is also an indispensable quality in the conspiracy. The woman finally lowered her head and filled Woodell's cup with sake, as she indicated her consent.

"Because it is the owner of decorations, so far the Senate (for Woodell) has tied it to Intics. Wouldn't it fit like this?"

"Do we need to go east that much?

Woodell rang with a wrinkle on his nose at a samurai question he dared ask.

"'Ninetail' was too far away, 'Fawland' too desolate." Lande True Realm "is rich, but there is no more land. At least the Owari will be in your hands, and if you don't attack further east, there will be no hegemony of the Holy Empire Westlande."

It's a natural fact, but there are many aristocrats who don't understand this that plague Woodell.

As it is, the "Holy Empire Westlande" will melt pale and disappear in the folk grass of Yamato, like the snow that springs. The number of people who do not fear or respect the power of the court has increased. That's natural, too. Because the Senate is diminishing its power.

If we do not change the flow now, the "Holy Empire Westlande" will perish. I didn't know there were so many students who didn't know that.

"Red Kids."

"Those are the earthlings (Takusa) who boast an invincible power over their opponents, but they are not yet adventurers. I thought if we didn't at least contain the West and East adventurers, we'd just lose soldiers for no reason."

The samurai calmly scolded Woodell, driven by temptation.

Woodell gets his voice clogged by its correctness.

The underlying cause that has so far been made good by the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, saying that we have finally acquired a legion to fill the lack of combat capability, is not even allowed to wield that power this time.

The Red Kids, who were polished out in numerous experiments, said they would overtake even the elite Myhama Knights (Glass Grieves) of the Free Cities Alliance Eastal.

"That's why Inticus helped him with his dream stories, his bullshit about becoming Yamato's best 'adventurer' and binding all 'adventurers'. The Senate gave it to me. Assets and grass, how many... Whoa!"

Is Intics enough for you?

It is not a puzzle of women and children who take precedence over their feelings.

But it's also certain that that kind of ambition was a step further than the rest of the Adventurers.

"Send me more gold. Move your sneaks and let them help you with the intics. People who fail to assassinate a prince, but they can smell the weaknesses in their bodies."

"Yes."

Woodell exhaled deeply and withdrew his anger.

In any case, there was no other means as a "Holy Empire Westlande" without direct Knights or military or other forces. No, assuming you had them, no matter how many soldiers you had, if the enemy had an Adventurer, you would turn the numbers upside down.

If you want to live up to your wish with this Yamato right now, you won't be able to do anything unless you have the Adventurer on your side or at least take a non-interference pledge. The Senate must have the Adventurer on its side. And if it's going to happen, it's not going to be a running dog, and it's going to have to make domination a cornerstone.

Anger clouds vision. Attracting the Adventurer is an essential requirement. If that's the case, there's no other way to get Intics to beat you, trying to eat poison, drinking swords. I have a hand for that. I'm sure there is.

"We need to consolidate the protection of this mansion! Even if we get into a fight between adventurers, we can't stop. Somebody! Somebody, call Mizfa!! Tell them you've got a dirty job!!

Duke Oudel, who filled his head with a ploy to do so, urged the samurai to leave by abusively arming him. I quickly begin to widen the box to admit the writ by pushing my anger-frightened family to keep people away from me in this room.

The "Holy Empire Westlande" belongs to Woodell.

It doesn't belong to Saigon of Qing Er Cai, it belongs to the "Adventurer" from elsewhere, let alone the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal" that I only know to polish my sword in the eastern countryside.

To protect his own treasure, Woodell makes a pen jump to manipulate a conspiracy he's accustomed to in the darkness of this rotten kew.

That's why the Duke of Woodell didn't notice.

A deeply bowed, faceless samurai smiled faintly, and even went out into the dark hallway.

The fact that her figure, illuminated by the lights of the lantern, swayed shadows even deeper than night darkness in a blue night.

And the shadow eventually melted away into the night of Kyou with nine tails removed.

The night of the Senate was just the beginning of Yamato's reign.

◆ 2.04

The sound of buying and selling sounds under the blue sky.

In the first place, a city called Minami is a dirty, people-filled city.

This zone, inferior to Akiba in terms of area, is quite elusive in the sense of structure. Of course, the cluttered group of ruins (buildings) present on the ground, as well as the underground store space and underground corridors that many of them provide, make a circle around their complexity.

In the first place, it was an adventurous city born to follow the "Adventurers" of Kansai as a player town, but in this world after the "catastrophe," there has been an influx of "earlier-than-akiba and overwhelmingly more" earthlings ".

Is the current population ratio about ten times that of Adventurers? Many of them are merchants and employees of the Chamber of Commerce, or "employees" employed by "Plant Hwyaden". These people now contribute to the bustle as indispensable residents of the city.

Although it is common in rapidly growing cities, the average age of the constituent inhabitants is also quite young in the city of Minami. As for the age of the Adventurer, it has become an implicit understanding that he will no longer touch it in Yamato, but there are many new merchants and young employees in the city of Minami even if he tries to take it. Most of them are boys and girls. The whole city is challenging and the atmosphere is bright, which wouldn't have anything to do with it either.

It was noisy from day to day in such a city of Minami, and he was also a festival lover with a ring to it.

The "Adventurer" from the "Earthlings" possesses property up to the point of anomaly. Even if they introduce themselves (perhaps humbly speaking) to a middle-level, some of the Magic Bags are packed with enough supplies to surpass the assets of a major chamber of commerce. If you are a high-ranking Adventurer, you may even be collecting National Treasure weapons and protective equipment in hundreds of units.

It was more obvious than seeing fire that if you do business with such an [adventurer] opponent, it was known earlier that the [adventurer] himself was a habit but not a difficult opponent to get along with. The kind of interaction that normally takes place among the "earthlings", such as the rush of profits and the connection by decorating words, is ineffective, but as long as we deliver something of good quality in good faith, it is the "adventurer" who buys it without thread on the gold.

It also makes me vulnerable to the word events, campaigns, etc., and if I can even convince you that it's that kind of culture, that it's that kind of festival, it puts out amazing things, whether it's materials or processing costs.

I'm still in the middle of a little event like that today.

The boulevard is decorated with a welcome gate made of flowers, where you can read "Welcome [Roundtable Meeting] Special Envoy Line!!".

Relevant information also pops into Boyle's ear, blurring up from the garden cafe. The inhabitants of Minami love rumors.

Apparently, before dusk this evening - albeit already after noon - the cousin arrives with a mission from the city of Akiba, which was in the conversation.

They circled around "Nio's Pale Sea" and came into the city of Minami. In other words, we visited Minami before the city of Kyou.

Therefore, welcome seems to require delicate judgment before the construction of what is to be done. It is only a ceremony in the capital of Kyou that the Goodwill Envoy of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal fits the representatives of the Holy Empire Westlande.

Arriving in the evening, the mission will rest this evening and will be entertained tomorrow at a welcoming party featuring the city of Minami hosted by "Plant Hwyaden". Of course, the prince and the nobles of Kyou will naturally be present at that seat as representatives of the [Alliance of Free Cities Eastal] mission, but it is not an "official" face-to-face meeting. That's the kind of offer.

"Welcome Pizza Grilled Yikes! Anchovies and spinach! 30% more yummy cheese!!

Boyle bought one of those pizzas from an apron seller that said welcome. Why are you hungry? New products like this are experiments in new dishes, and ingredients are often of good quality for special purchases. Boyle is not against the flow and I am going to buy this kind of product.

"Thanks for your purchase!

When the boy seller cheerfully speaks up, he puts a slice of the pizza he cut for the first time on a paper plate. Looks like a cut-out, not a round of pizza. "It's about time," Boyle asked, without any concern, as he asked the boy, who had pointed out the empty glass he was looking for, to pour him an extra drink.

I guess it's the hottest topic of the day.

The boy, who faces the boulevard and serves a large cafe, replies smoothly, "I think it's time".

"Aren't you glad the eastern ingredients are coming in? Like this anchovie," he said.

"This guy is so good."

I also agree with the cheeky boil.

"Adventurers" who have experienced "catastrophe" - which means all of them - become more or less tense in eating. Naturally if you go through such a life, you don't have eyes for delicious things, and you're sensitive to the events that increase the number of new menus, and you're always welcome.

"Yes, it's profitable today."

"Even so, you make money, don't you?

"Even with outrage, Mr. Adventurer really pays for something delicious! Every time."

Boyle grabbed one of the gold coins without counting, in a whisper offered by Nico Laughing Boy with a red cheek.

At that time, cheers echoed from the southeast side.

Is there a distance or is it low? The twist approaches.

The seller, who jumped up and popped up to the edge of the cafe, ran right back and said, "Looks like we've arrived! A hundred or so queues are coming down Main Street right now. I'll be right through!," he reported. I guess he was judged a superior by the earlier payment.

This garden cafe is about two stories tall when it comes to architecture. You can look down on the "Southandy Walk" in places like a little aerial garden for the use of ruins.

Regardless of the desire to avoid going out into the suburbs and fighting today in relation to leaving weapons and protective equipment with a blacksmith and asking for repairs, Boyle also ended up standing here wanting to see a line from the east.

"Hey, hey, nice looking brother. Tell me, what's it like over there?

Now, without putting time aside, the crowd was drawn in such a way that the Knights took the lead, and the queue proceeded slowly through the "Southandi Walk". Most of them ride, but the speed is mild in order to have carriages and walking members. I can also afford to wave to cheers that include curiosity from around.

"What's it like?" Boyle, "asked the fluffy question," is that member over there "with his hands on his chin and a bold scratch.

If you look at the look on the face of a clear, nodding seller, you'll want to ask for a description. Boyle is known to be one of the few combat expedition members around here, so this seller must have been eye-catching and approaching from the start.

For adventurers, even rumors that belong to entertainment are important information that can shape income for people in positions like them. Not many (adventurers) will buy plenty into the information fee if they show off the rumors they have heard.

This adorable boy means he's pretty good at it.

And Boyle, who doesn't dislike such a tough earthly soul, laughed at him, letting him show the young man who was just about to walk through the boulevard near the beginning, as he had said at the beginning.

"- That charming feeling on that horse is Karasin. Gilmouth at Eighth Shopping District. The scale is huge, in circle nori rather than say production-based guild...... He's a handyman. Everyone who cuts big tissues is a bakemon."

"Oh well. That's right. Big time."

The boy, desperate to write on a small note, is nodding unununh.

I guess there's something he thinks of himself. Opening this many restaurants in Minami, the commercial capital that catches the eye of a living horse, is sure to be exceptional in a different dimension than the ability to fight.

Everyone who says "the earth man" is healthy, not snaggy, and big guys, Boyle thinks. Even though Ninetail has come to that, I've never even heard a sobbing cry.

Minami's Adventurer must have some guilt. Boyle realizes it's bigger than a person, but it's also sympathetic to them.

Boyle looks for the next narrative object with his gaze as he thinks about it.

"Behind that diagonal is a girl, Soujiro. It's Gilmouth from The Westwind Brigade, and it's pretty strong. It's the disciple muscle of the wolf."

I don't know it very well, but I will continue with a lot of commentary with the anticipation that it shouldn't be weak. Watching it this way, you're a smiling young man like a spring tree leak day who doesn't feel like it's going to be tough or tough.

"Really!? Then you're a very strong swordsman."

"You must be strong."

Although not sure, Boyle nodded. Kazuhiko is the most famous swordsman in this Minami. He also holds the position of Director of the Guardian, and the group of swordsmen who control the unsuccessful "Adventurer", the "Wolf of the Horn", has the overwhelming support of Minami's "Earthlings". The boy's shuddering when he heard he was going to hit that Kazuhiko apprentice was awesome.

"You're stronger than your brother, aren't you?

"Well, that's true, but that class has all the bakemon in it."

Boyle stirred up Yale and went on like that.

Indeed, both Souzillow and Boyle in front of them are ninety over (high level) "adventurers," but their strength must have quite an opening. The strength of the combat-based guilders, who gained experience in large-scale combat (Reid) and consolidated it with (Fantasmal) gear, can be said to be distinct from militants like Boyle to the extent that they "earn money in those dungeons".

"So did Mr. Karasin earlier, but how much is it called a bucket thing by the same [adventurer]?

The seller boy's question, which has no such sense of reality, was pure because he is ignorant. Boyle twists around the tip of his jaw and twists out the explanation he knows he's bad.

"The stronger we get, the more we get out of it with [adventurer] ratings rather than fighting enemies. Or fight yourself."

Well, actually, I guess so.

If you dare to speak of strength, say Boyle and Souzillo tried to shield themselves in the same kind of earner (dungeon) that Boyle usually goes through. At that time, no brutal difference in strength would be exposed. Though it will be true that Souzillo is stronger, it does not mean that his daily earnings are twice or triple different. Well, is it 20% or 30% at most? Even Boyle has that much pride.

But the story is different if that means a fierce battle in an unseen place, an unseen opponent, and a limit situation. In the first place, in such a situation, a power difference of 20% 30% divides the light from the dark. You can win if you have enough, but you can't win if you don't have enough. The difference is brutal. What's more, "the experience of fighting an unknown and mighty enemy" is overwhelmingly insufficient for Boyle. I very much don't think I can retain my fighting spirit in such a situation.

That said, there was no way Boyle's inner mind could pass on to the boy in front of him. He is twisting his neck tightly with a young trick.

"... well, anyway. You can't make a difference to others if you're doing the same thing as others. You can get out of this because you do things that others would be surprised and never do. Of course, sometimes it just ends up being a freak, so temper and luck are important."

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

The boy nodded when he swallowed something, even though he wasn't quite sure yet. Not that the strong ones are changing, but because they did something different, and because they were lucky enough to succeed, they were able to be the strong ones out, Boyle thinks. Because I like normality, I can't deviate beyond degrees.

"That's not what I meant, behind it. It's perfect for a fancy carriage, a red-haired man would be awesome."

"Who's that? You look like a bad guy and you're laughing."

Boyle laughed at the child's pointless allegations.

"Isaac. You're the lead warrior for Gilmouth of The Black Sword Knights. He's probably the strongest warrior in Yamato."

That's what Boyle told me, remembering that godly strength he saw in the battle video.

Krusty from "D. D."

Nakarnad from Howling.

Isaac from The Black Sword Knights.

The fact that these three are Yamato Server's three biggest "Guardian Warriors" would hardly raise any objections if they were Japanese players in "Elder Tail". In the sense of extrusion and track record, these three are isolated and there is no first "adventurer" to catch up with.

In Elder Tail's large-scale combat (Reid) system, the best shield position is Guardian Warrior. Soujiro of the Westwind Brigade is probably also an excellent shield, if you say so in the breakthrough record of large-scale combat (Reid), but that's a samurai, so it's a color after all.

The top three of those best. Among other things, I think Isaac's fighting spirit was extraordinary.

"More than Master Nakalnard?

"Exercise the right to remain silent"

Boyle answered only rarely.

Even if not as good as Kazuhiko, Nakarnad is now one of the heroes of the Holy Empire Westlande. You don't have to bother to make comments that would make you rub it in the city of Minami.

In the first place, Boyle is everywhere, like he doesn't have any massive combat (reid) experience, he's only a kanst player.

I've seen Isaac's battle in the video and I was shocked, but Nakarnad's information is at the level I was reading on the guild's official blog, and if you're in Krusty, your guild is too gigantic to know exactly how far it is in shielding.

- I mean, I don't know how far you can count on that decision. No matter how far I go, I know it's just such a fling, like a junior who's not even my friend from high school went to professional baseball and praised him for "he's amazing."

"Who's out of his mind?

"Uh... he is. It's a flow-granting magician's siloe. Did you build a guild?"

No, but.

Still.

I knew Isaac was strong.

Even while Boyle twisted his head lonely with others, the mission from Akiba seemed to keep passing the boulevard.

Boyle, voiced by the seller's boy, found the name he saw there and answered without much thought.

"Is that guy amazing, too?

- I've been to a dungeon with him.

Boyle said it that way.

It would be surprising if I answered, but it's not a lie. Besides, you must have been out with me more than one hand. I have a strange feeling about myself that I have dived into a temporary zone (instance) with one of the most famous members of the queue.

"Eh! Wow. My brother was a celebrity after all."

"No, no. He used to be a solo player and recruited a lot in the wild. There are a lot of people who have had adventures with him."

Boyle waved hastily, staring at him with a sparkling smile that was not comparable to the present.

Shiloe used to belong to a major battle guild or something, but by the time Boyle was hooked up with Elder Tail, it was a long time ago.

A friend of mine told me that Shiloe was just a flush 'Granting Artist' (Enchanter) player. They said I was good, but I've never felt that much aura.

"So it's no big deal? You look tired."

If you do your gaze at that fingertip, well, you see a young man with a terrible face.

An angry, troubled, difficult look. Still, the virtues of the underlying person had become clear, and if there were to be a photo album titled "Hard Work," it would have been a picture that was going to be promoted to that cover. I would never buy Boyle like that.

"No, that's a bummer too."

"Huh?

True, when we first went to the dungeon together, we felt nothing like rumors. Rather, I remember praising the newcomer arm of the Forest Curse (Druid), which was still wild and first met at that time. That's what we all appreciated for the money and luck of the day.

Of course Siloe made no mistakes or anything, and although he was used to it, he never rolled out a play that felt special awesome. Excellent talent, to a lesser extent, players like that can find as many as they want in Elder Tail.

The second time, he hit an equally good "recovery job" and still made good money around him.

For the third time, he hit an equally good (restoration job), with enemies out in the same way, knocking him down in the same way, and finishing equally well.

For the fourth time, I saw an equally good "Recovery Position" getting high on my nose, and discovered myself with a "Recovery Position" (that guy) that I was allowed to play well.

It's too easy to defeat a monster that emerges at the same time, a monster that only carries out the same attack, and a monster that circles along the same path as you tried, and I'm amazed how many times you do this should have the same result. There's no way he's going into a dungeon with a fragmented member of his wild, mustered arm and that much stability. There's no way we won't get into trouble - but the day ended well.

"You're a bummer. Fighting with me doesn't explain much to me about what he was up to."

The rationale is roughly clear.

If you understand the structure of the dungeon and measure the monster's patrol in seconds to adjust the speed of combat and rest, you can avoid accidental encounters. Without the addition or accidental strike of monsters, there will be no instantaneous load on the "Recovery Position", so I can conduct a steady battle.

Maybe that's the thing. That's all I do, understandably, as a technical rationale. However, it was also true that there was a deadly divergence between the understanding of the technical mechanisms and the realization.

"You said that earlier, didn't you? The guys up there, they always say this guy's got a bunch of bugs."

To the seller boy who rounds his eyes, Boyle told him so overlapping.

"Wow, I'm scared of people in the east"

As he cheeked the last bite of pizza, Boyle dropped his shoulder.

How happy I would be to be as innocent as this boy.

Boyle's employer here these days, speaking of which, is a woman who has worked with siloes somehow. Just saying he was playing in the guild with a woman who was so crazy, Boyle even remembered to be close to awe of Siloe.

"- On top of" Plant H, "because it's like no other place else. It's a bucket of heaven, huh?

They're all still somewhere out there with big guild heads up and cut out. That you're going crazy because of stress, 'cause there will be.

I kind of missed Wika asexually.

I'm getting along with my big, adorable care-giver daughter, the Earthlings. Boyle stroked the seller's boy's head in search of a peaceful routine.