Log Horizon

◆ 3.01

The rain clouds of the south, which were dyeing the evening black, immediately covered the realm of Lande True when the sun went down. The rain began to pour thin, but uninterrupted, when I wondered if a damp wind had come.

The Adventurer has plenty of lights from the technology and stays up late, but even so, no one is drunk enough to make a scene in the rain. The "earthlings" do not have the habit of staying up late in the first place. On this rainy night, both the city of Minami and the capital of Kyou closed their wooden doors and fell asleep early.

The same rain cloud covered Icoma, southeast of both.

It is difficult to confirm because there is no sunlight, but thick black clouds are swarming in heaven, and every time a strong wind blows, the trees of Icoma shake like waves. In the middle of the night the rain had grown large, so the forest was struck by hundreds of millions of them, making rough sea-like noises.

Because of the strong rain and darkness, the vision was extremely poor, as was the case on the mountain road.

The area known as Icoma is not as large as Sasa. Although the entry and exit of folk grass is forbidden as the direct jurisdiction of the emperor, it is, on the contrary, a Riyama under the control of a forest official and is logged and planted. Because the trees are firmly rooted, there is no risk of collapse or slippage, but in some places the ground is clay, making it wet in the rain and slippery worse.

Soldiers dressed in light ink coats were marching in a dense formation in an environment that would not otherwise be suitable for collective action. Large grains of rain had heavily dampened their woolen coats, but they aim for their destination to stick to the ground without even concealing their hound-like glances.

Eventually what I saw was a tiny light that swayed loosely in the heavy rain, relying on it.

……

……

When we exchange our gazes and confirm our will in an exchange that does not speak, two soldiers jumping out of the darkness rush over to the red-haired general.

"I have no distrust of what's going on out of the palace"

"It's this weather. She's asleep."

Mizfa snorted at the report of the scouts. She also puts together another heavy coat and throws a sharp gaze everywhere in the rain that falls.

"Make a decision."

"Red Night Task Force (Crimson Night) is possible. We will not be enemies if we carry out power leveling on the Magic Train, such as a servant of the outhouse."

"Icoma is outside the boundaries of urban ties. Guards never rush."

Mizfa stared sharply into the darkness at the words of the two scouts who inherited each other's words like twins.

"The level of the Red Night Task Force is still around sixty. If Adventurer came out, the blade wouldn't stand, would it?

"Number is on our side."

Mizfa strokes her jaw tip in her stiff, strained voice everywhere. Their statement that numbers are allies is not that they can win if they surround [Adventurers] in large numbers. The level of ninety that a top-notch Adventurer has is not the kind of power that you can overwhelm because sixty levels have surrounded you. It means so much to an individual's ability to fight in this irrational world.

That's not what they meant, but where the Adventurer was on guard for a dozen people, it would be possible enough to give the out-of-house "Earthlings" to a blood festival if a large number of Secret Service troops were allowed in. The purpose of this one is the confusion of the Ikoma outhouse and the life of wet feathers. Wet feathers are also high level (adventurers), but if you are alone, you are likely to be able to assassinate them with the special equipment provided by Mizfa.

"Further forward. Take the high ground that keeps the hall within sight."

Carnivorous grin and Mizfa said so.

"- One wet feather would be in our favor. I live in Icoma, where the guard, that woman's biggest guardian, can't rush. That would be loose."

The biggest reason wet feathers have mastered Plant Hwyaden and Westlande in Catastrophe is that they have succeeded in taking the Guards of Minami and surrounding cities to their absolute side. I don't know what kind of constraint was behind it, but the fact that the Guard and the clan of the Kunigami of the Western Yamato who presided over it were placed under its umbrella, and hence the administration of the Great Temple, formed the backdrop for the giant guild Plant Hwyaden's leap forward.

The right to seal off the Guard and Grand Temple, which physically eliminates even Level 90 Adventurers over and above their combat abilities, is virtually equal to the absolute claustrophobic function of the Nominated Adventurer. That is the source of power for the queen/wet feathers of the night that unites the west.

But that's why wet feathers couldn't live in Minami.

Because if you live in Minami, the fear politics of wet feathers will become too obvious.

To make the operation of the guild appear to be a council system, to diminish the dictatorship color, not to be considered a runoff of one wet feather, the "Ten Seat Conference" and "Plant Hwyaden" headquarters were placed in the outhouse of Icoma. Because wet feathers cannot wield their military power in this place.

Politically correct decision, but alarming from the point of view of Mizfa, who has repeatedly done dirty work. If you fail to be prepared whenever and under any circumstances, it is the learning of the world that you will pay for it.

If he waved gently toward the troops protruding forward, the agent in the jacket slaughtered away the guard of the outhouse so as to hit him.

The level of guards and gatekeepers, albeit of the same "earthlings", has exceeded some ten. From the point of view of the Secret Service that has reached level sixty, it is equal to a young child. This doesn't mean anything is at a low level for the guards. Level 10 or so is by no means a lack of strength as a private soldier or guardian of nobility. That's the norm in Yamato, where even the Knights are about level twenty. The Red Night Squad (Crimson Night) has repeatedly been forced to level up without endangering his life by an obedient demon.

The advance unit, which finished guarding, handily dragged the body into the bush away from the gate. Normally, there will be little fear of discovery in this late evening when it rains.

"Explore wet feathers. One squad is west, two squads are east. The third squad is north. Come and get the rest. - Kill all the guards you meet. You don't have to cover it up. Make it look like the work of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. If the Adventurer is on guard, though I don't think he is, use his eyeballs to escape. Pull away from the palace. Go."

Mizfa in the corridor jumps up the hood of her jacket.

I lifted my moist forehead with water and stared down a crossing that sank into the darkness at night. The lights of the late night shift can be seen in the courtyard of the outhouse swaying all the way across the rain.

The rain revealed a gloomy figure from the darkness of darkness.

Skinny but forged body, one young branch with chopped blonde hair. Excellent, but somewhat arrogant and more accommodating than that, it looks more like a civilian than a persistent one.

"A dog."

The person Mizfa spoke to was Loreil-Dawn. Ninth seat in the Ten Seat Conference. One of the objectives of this mission.

"The scent of blood at such a late hour. Lord Mizfa, is this a conspiracy?

"I'm just here with the living fruit."

From Mizfa's point of view, this encounter was planned.

Loreil-Dawn is near the side of wet feathers. "Plant Hwyaden" was more subordinate to wet feathers than before it was founded. He's a guild founder. Pledge allegiance to Wet Feather and having two seats in the (ten-seat conference) is also a strong aspect because Wet Feather has practically two votes.

"Beyond this lies the bedroom of my Lord. You can't let them through."

"Are you serious? Although you are from Kuruyong, you have no power to fight in this equation."

It doesn't seem to be the usual liturgical thing, it seems to be wearing a more practical dark armor, but either way, I can't do anything about Loreil being able to resist Mizfa to that extent, etc.

"I know.” Kingsguard. "Your level is almost forty. It's not a number we can beat."

Mizfa shook one hand with a thin grin as she glanced sharply at Loreil. That's all the trained Secret Service soldiers scatter into the dark outhouse. To explore wet feathers. As you know it's a stoop, Loreil has been visiting "Is it an old Jeredo made toy" with a hard look on his face.

"Is it strange that Grandpa Madness isn't that way?

"I didn't know you were wearing an orb"

A grin overflows the edge of Mizfa's lips.

What are you talking about, you little brat?

It was pleasure to say even sweet dew for Mizfa that the well-grown Loreil eyebrow roots distorted with disgust.

I would use it if I had anything available.

Sticks are better than bare hands to kill people. A hand axe rather than a stick, a sword more than a hand axe. What does this famous man say to the obvious? I guess that can afford what you have, but that affordability hinders Mizfa's mind.

"Yes. I also use the Subpoena Jewel! With technology that only gives you a level without risking your life, you can become an Adventurer!

Shouting and jumping in were at the same time.

More than once, a blood-sucking military sabel advances to Loreil accompanied by a May rain-like statue.

"Clumsy."

Mizfa finally attacked Loreil with a different complexion as "sweet". Right, left, flipped forward with a handy leg, flank. Aim for a free-flowing steeple and let the sharp sabel dance endlessly.

I pulled out my sword, Loreil, but its reaction speed hasn't caught up with Mizfa at all. It should also be true that this man has an overwhelming difference in his combat power from Mizfa, who is a Recovery (Healer) and a Combat Senior (Warlord). Not to mention that there are now more than twenty level differences.

"... is this the Senate? Or is it intuitive?

That's why Mizfa replied to Loreil, who chopped up his cheeks and forehead and stained them with Zhu.

"Heh, it's not a callout. Your loyalty is a big deal... Is your husband as compassionate as you are?

"Stop insulting the wet feather."

"Kuhaha. It's a discipline to die now!

Loreil-Dawn.

A Kingsguard knight who protects the neighborhood of wet feathers by making it one of the "Ten Seat Conferences".

He's called the most loyal man in Plant Hwyaden, but from Mizfa's point of view, that's more than half a scorn.

Loyal Dog, the name of which is worthy, to be bewitched in the Tavern of Kyou. Foolish everywhere, blind everywhere, wet-feathered dog.

Mizfa's most spiteful being.

A prestigious thought that was only ragged by birth, even more sublime than that "adventurer" who was a powerful man in the true sense of the word.

It is just an obstacle that does not require any hesitation in annihilating.

"Die!

The blow, which drew red hair into the night and made the whole body a single sword, was prevented, however, by the painful metal noise and the magic formation.

"Just like you guys got new powers......!

In the dark, its armor shines through the creepingly pulsating Turquoise Blue's "Magic Print" (Mana Line).

"The wisdom of Milal Lake can help me, too."

He was overwhelmed with the power to join the murderer who threatened Akiba.

◆ 3.02

"It's...! Do you want to move?

Mizfa's emitted shock waves propagate like ripples through the surface of the magic crest that appeared in space. It is a magical armor function, but it was essentially a shock accumulation magic that shares the barrier spells and principles of the "Divine Officer" (Kanagi).

The familiar, but disastrous, appearance of the city's guards wrapped around the "Power Armor". But it eliminates the heavy chest armor, choosing only lumbar armor and leg armor to arrange it. The upper body was the usual light armor, but the hand connected the magic circuit, edged by a disastrous blue-green line, illuminating the rainy courtyard like a fire.

"If you think about my origins, it's natural."

To Lloreil-Dawn, lying in a spare tone, Mizfa's sword strikes twice or three times. Given the level difference, it had arrived enough, no. The attack that should have actually arrived just ripples in the air, distracted by a translucent barrier.

"There are no urban boundaries here! There must be no magic supply...... That's why a ten-seat meeting was created in this place! You, the wet feather keeper, can't assassinate anyone."

But the guard's armor moves with magic.

It should also be an ancient treasure (artifact) that requires vast amounts of magic, and without a magic supply called urban boundaries it should not even be able to support its own weight.

That's why PLANT HWYADEN put its headquarters in Icoma, not in the city of Minami. Wet feathers, which placed the guards' ability to fight beyond 100 levels, should have been a measure to avoid privatizing the Ten Seat Conference. And that was also one of the success factors that Mizfa decided to raid.

"When are we talking about this?"

But returning it is a sign of laughter.

And the blow of Loreil-Dawn's long sword unleashed.

The sword manipulated by a blonde young man named Wet-feathered Kingsguard was authentic and worthy of its appearance. An honest blow like I learned from a teacher. A well-groomed attack for Mizfa to repulse, however, has an overwhelming rate.

It's not a move.

Even a high level of muscle strength transforms a visible hanging into a special sword.

What Mizfa did to herself was just a difference in combat experience. No matter how high the level, Loreil is a "Therapeutic Cleric" (Cleric). It was a rare "Adventurer" combat position for the "Earthlings", but it is a "Recovery Position" and not a "Arms Attack Position".

And Mizfa's profession (class), "General of War" (Warlord), is an all-purpose profession dedicated to victory. Taking advantage of the difference in compatibility, Mizfa casts a sharp sword that became a hurricane.

"... you took over the Embert-Nelles experiment, didn't you?

"It must have been the Senate that financed his activities!

A killer who shook Akiba. Traitor to the Sacrifice Clan. Fallen guard. Embert-Nelles. Even a group of Adventurers can retreat. The secret to his strength was the Power Armor used by the Guards. With over a hundred levels of combat capability under the Ability Increase effect, Embert used the increased endurance and transfer abilities of his magic supply to drive the city of Akiba to a nocturnal inactivity for a time.

It was the "Ten Seat Conference" that poisoned Embert-Nelles, who was driven by weakness and jealousy, and it was the "Senate" that secretly accommodated his funds for the purchase of the "Shogun/White Demon Maru".

One of the organization's constituents, Mizfa, as the martial officer in charge of the field, also knows about it.

I like the smell of blood more than anything else.

Mizfa approached Loreil with a avoiding grin.

If it hits, the flesh rips, bones crumble. Approaching with a temper that exposes us to the attack.

"... the magic! WHERE...!!

You can't run away.

If you can survive and continue the struggle, it's not a blur, but if you run now, Mizfa doesn't have anything to gain. If we don't at least explore the secrets of Loreil-Dawn and the "Power Armor," it will be Mizfa to clash somewhere and lose his life. No, we can't even identify that strength, and now we could be slapped off the moment we turn our backs.

The highest priority now should be gathering information, and Mizfa makes her gaze run left and right while overlapping words. I'm trying to figure out if there's a hint of the situation somewhere. It was also an unveiling of Mizfa's defensive instincts, also a good military man.

But it also seemed that Loreil noticed the motion of Mizfa's gaze.

"There are no boundaries. This new model features the Storage Furnace (Mana Chamber)"

That's how Loreil seeded it, pointing a blue-green magic rising sword at the bouncing Mizfa.

"Oh man..."

Fortunately, the distance has opened, and an unusual tremor runs on the meat that makes up Mizfa's body, which takes the courtyard cylinder for protection.

It was the worst and best reward.

Embert-Nelles was powerful.

Ultimately, the "Adventurers" of the city of Akiba have reported that Akiba's "Roundtable Conference" stopped the city's defense results, blocking the magic supply, but it was a victory.

I mean, to put it the other way around, even those Akiba guys with the abominable cat heads were impossible to defeat Embert-Nellace without blocking their magic.

"You look pale.... about a hundred levels of attack!?

Loreil's sword, wielded like a nag, smashes Mizfa's hidden cylinder.

I don't have enough moves to say I'm going to rip it off, just a forceful destruction.

But of course that awkward move would lightly prune Mizfa's life.

"Kukukukukukukukuku"

Mizfa laughed.

It is also the best reward.

Did you say "Storage furnace"?

Mizfa, a military man, of course doesn't know anything about technology. All the more so if it is magic technology. But I guess that's an invention that can accumulate and operate magic. I guess that's the swelling like a back sac lapping on your back from your waist armor. A pulsating blue-green light protects Loreil.

Mizfa, who nodded her tongue, becomes aware of her desires.

I want it.

With that armor, you'll be able to run higher and enjoy more blood. If it doesn't come true, there's a battlefield in this place, and that's the only way Mizfa can find out about the invitation.

"I don't feel alive. Hey, hey, hey!

"You lunatic. What's dying for?

After a distracting moment, a whirlwind of destruction blows trying to swallow Mizfa again. Flushing, twisting, Mizfa danced.

Insert the tip of the snake belly sword into the impending death notice and slightly distract it. And slip your body into the gap where you were born, avoiding lethal injuries even when meat is cut.

Mizfa was floating wildly, waving blood down the corridor at night from wounds that could be found all over her slender body.

"... you don't seem to be able to travel momentarily!

At the tip of the meeting, Mizfa's snake belly broke.

In terms of rank of weapons, they may be one another, but a simple acceleration battle brought victory to Loreil. Mizfa, however, rather wields the guillari and pointed cross section of its crushed sword tip as the newly-acquired murder weapon.

"That's a technology with urban boundaries and guard dispatch facilities. - The strength and speed of Shimako's armor is enough to crush you."

Mizfa aggressively wraps up the madness of the war before Loreil spinning words that would rather encourage herself.

"You have no idea what a fight is."

Not stretched with force, his moves are disabled, and his health and maneuvers are far inferior.

That's the kind of battle Mizfa challenges now.

But such a battle is a daily tea meal for Mizfa, and a battle that is not is rarer. For orphans from slums, all battles were incredibly unfavourable and had to be hopeless. Being desperate (the odds are high) means you get incredible consideration if you win.

"It's not shallow, is it?

"Fighting is not about winning, eh!!

Leave it to the madness of the fever of war to keep in your midst. Mizfa stepped forward.

I'll slap you with a nasty grin as you feel Loreil's steel slip through your cheeks. From Mizfa's point of view, Loreil is nothing but a little boy who can't even take an egg shell for half a serving.

She's a lovely child, frowning at the blood of a woman she missed to kill herself.

Mizfa laughed at the breathtaking blonde young man, which is why she laughed.

"- I know your secrets. It was Suzachmon's ghost guard, wasn't it? Why monsters appear in the capital of Kyou! I broke up with the Eastern Sacrifice, no, the reason I was banished!

Convinced of his spiritual superiority, Mizfa accelerates the attack.

I don't even care if the swinging snake-bellied sword smashes and sprinkles silver steel fragments, but rather runs wild to slap those shards onto Loreil.

"Wet feathers were followed to get away from the Senate, weren't they? To seal the mouth of the tribe of the east, too, and bury the filthy history in the darkness! To get permission to destroy Kyou's ghost!

"Shut up!"

I can't kill him.

For Mizfa it was a more obvious fact than seeing fire, and I knew that by the way. Even if he is now so overwhelmed by the battle of his heart, Loreil's armor still protects his master. The difference in level is so great.

We can win temporarily, as we do now, but we can't kill it off, and if so, it is self-evident that we will soon be counterattacked by Loreil, who has regained himself. That counterattack would easily take Mizfa's life.

That's why Mizfa made up her mind to abandon her local victory.

I've already hand-signed a withdrawal signal to the troops.

This battle like Mizfa's crazy was also a time buyer for retreat. It was not necessarily enough information-gathering, but the information obtained there was worth a thousand gold. "Kingsguard", a katana of wet feathers and her guardian inferior to force - whose strength has never been appreciated at all.

The head of the guard who can control the city of Minami by force. That's all recognition, and Loreil himself, who serves by the wet feathers, was just thought to be a decorative liturgical soldier who raises heat to the princess. But the sword in its whirlpool would have had a blade that could kill people. Mizfa trembles with joy at the fact.

"Hey, Loreil-Dawn."

Mizfa sends a smile that contains pity and invitations in equal parts, flushing her gaze of hatred like a cool breeze that even her parents' enemies might stare at.

"Your princess doesn't let you in as much as you do."

……

There is no answer.

"You dog clans (,,,) never go out into the sun. Your princess will give priority to Akiba thinkers. More than the wishes of the clan."

Only strong hatred connected the two of them in a painful rain sound in their ears.

As if to show a fierce spiritual agitation, the flame of magical light illuminated the area demonically, and Mizfa escaped during its bright demise.

That's all we got.

Neither Wet Feather's life nor his property were Mizfa soldering without achieving almost all of his operational goals. Her child's special forces were still at hand, and the seeds of discord were sown in the darkness of Icoma. Wet feathers are strong and their system of dominance looks like a slate compared to intics. But in any case, Mizfa knows the difficulty and instability of one strong man climbing the path to domination.

Wet feathers are winning and winning, but can we continue to grasp that victory? Hiding a malicious grin in the rain, Mizfa ran to the next battlefield.