Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 155 Evening Central America Fake Venice

I thought I was in the carriage, and the view flowed away without shaking, and when I looked around suddenly, I arrived. It is an elegant city above the river, a beautiful water capital by fantasy, and enchanted by the glowing dream world of the water.

"Welcome aboard. I am now representing the Federation of Chambers of Commerce. My name is Elius and I am the head of the Dailibaur Chamber of Commerce. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Elf."

Beautiful and smart looking raucous young girl. The poor figure is a young meeting of the Great Chamber of Commerce, praised to have named the Great Chamber of Commerce Dailibaur on the continent behind its back. Intelligence and honesty appear in that beautiful smile.

"Your father took care of us. We are the Elves. Please don't be afraid. There are those who do not honor the name of Dairibaur to the people of the elf, and I apologize for the loss of those who have spared me, along with my long-standing gratitude as head of the elf."

"Be polite, my father will be delighted with your excessive words. I grew up listening to the beauty of the elf forest instead of lullabies, but I can't lift my head or anything if I think of the sins committed by the merchant country. A heartfelt apology as the Federation of Chambers of Commerce."

I can't help but feel the passing of time in the hospitality of the people of the merchant kingdom who make me an elf and queen. Elves are hunted for not being people, so I traveled all the way sneaky to see the kingdom of the people. I haven't been invited as king, I haven't been a subhuman (elf), I've seen the world as just a traveler.

And the sight I saw on the perimeter - a world where everyone laughs desperately at their teeth, the power of their will to the spectacular. It was a grin that engraved a harsh and spectacular life to live in the dead.

Never push the calamity of our elves. The border, only the border, fights the fate of doom and continues to fight endurance without running away and giving up. That's the first time I realized we hadn't done anything yet.

Then Eve and T. went to the border, and learned all sorts of things from the border, and also gained acquaintance with the hero Sir Mellototham. And the brunette, dark-eyed boy I met when I went to see Eve and Tee with patience - the weak, young, arrogant boy - looked at the product full of crap and was seriously and thoroughly worried about the general product with the momentum that seemed to stay up all night.

His eyes glowing in pitch black searched for even a single possibility, and he greedily sought the power of a single shard, and he searched for power with a tireless exploratory mind - seeing what it meant not to give up, knowing that he could not do it, but would do it.

I find possibilities even in a product that doesn't make sense in a treasure trove that only looks crappy in my eyes and greedily seeks power to fight without giving up in vain. I had done nothing, I had desperately sought possibilities so far even once, and I had never tried to do miracles with obsession.

I saw it and found out. I can't find miracle possibilities in what I give up, only those who decide and seek miracles for granted without giving up... I learned that I was just a miserable king wishing for miracles. It was just really long!

"I was not surprised when I heard that a miracle had come to the border, even though I thought it was unlikely - only the border deserved it. The border is eligible to receive miracles, and I thought of a black-eyed boy who reveals miracles and is forced to grab them. And so many miracles have come to the immediate side of the woods..."

Happiness - a sight I can't even dream of before I give up. A street corner where people and elf children run around laughing and play with pleasure as if sprinkling happiness in a fantasy city floating by the river where the mist can stand. And...

"It's the first time I've caught your eye. Vaquac of King Gamelain, the kingdom of the Beasts, who will say and think of each other, and will have remorse and resentment, but swallow it. Please, you're right!

Vaquak, the proud beast king of the Beastman clan, which bows its head to me in the elf. It is only if we know what that means that we will swallow it without any complaints, whether it be remorse or scourge. If you know what that feels like, you don't need to be stubborn from ancient times.

"Stop it, you have to keep your head down, just like me. It is our sin that our subordinates, hunted as unbelievers, fought over the stupidity of not being able to keep their hands together, and for not breaking a long cause."

Strange talks that bow their heads to each other are reserved for Miss Elius, who confirms the practice and the conventions. Discussion for that... I don't care about that. Elves and beastly kings of the ancient, hateful causes speak, watching the same seated elves and sons of men laugh. No more miracles would be possible.

"We beasts do not abandon our pride, but it is we who are proud that we will never forget the grace we have received. We have been indebted for a lifetime, and our children laugh, and we continue to be indebted - so we don't have to be proud of the Beast King, let's bow our heads and everything. If we beasts are to be rewarded and rewarded, it is the king's endeavor that we should abandon our pride for the pride of the beasts."

If you ask me, Lord Beast King is also going to cede the throne to a new generation, we were kings to end the era of pity and those who aspired to the foundation of a bridge to a happy future.

"And I've seen it. I can't stop crying before people's kids and beast kids laugh and play... I'm ready to swallow everything I think just because I could see that sight. And I saw the children of the people and the children of the elves playing through the window, if I can't believe it, then one day the future in which the children of the beasts and the children of the elves will laugh and play will never be a dream. For that dream please..."

"Please raise your head, that dream I want to have, too. With His Majesty the Beast King, if you can, you want to see the view of the Son of the Beast People and the Son of the Elves laughing around with the Sons of the People. Please bow your head, I will apologize for the past by rubbing your head around the kingdom of the beast, please join us in the future with our elves. And we were indelibly grateful, if we don't reward this, we can paint the name of the elf a disgrace."

The bridge that leads to the kingdom of the Beasts is too vast and luxurious to call it, and we meet looking at the bridges stretching out like its small township. This is my first experience, such as state negotiations, where I give my thoughts to the future while listening to my children laugh, but I feel happy to be king for the first time.

"I'm relieved to hear your story. From Yao, he kept a large quantity of weapons," because beating each other until you feel better will make you friendly or immobile ". I have it in the adjacent hall, but I'm glad I didn't have to use it... I was proud to call it a merchant's end, but I've started with so many horrible weapons and such giant arrows... and they say it's all a special blow."

The Beast King, known as the bravest and most powerful king on the continent, frightens me, I'm going to cry just to hear it. It's good to have friendship in a discussion! I have been prepared to risk my life to meet with the Beast King, I have never come to wish it were my life. But I never thought we'd be ready to kill each other until we felt better and be crushed with brutal weapons!!

"Good for you...... that hall is something you won't want to see for life"

I laugh but my voice plunders. I saw with this eye the cruelty of the word truly risking my life at the bottom of the Great Labyrinth. That was not a sweet word to escape reality, but a tragic curse to say that we would not give up until we were able to make brutal reality everywhere possible.

"Absolutely... Once upon a time our Beast clan was imprisoned for pride and strength... and it had already met terrible eyes. There is no falsehood, but fear. We peeked into those black eyes... those are mirrors that should not peek, death, violence for violence, evil for evil, and those eyes are themselves. That's scary."

I guess this is a sight in history, where a bridge like a square stretches from a city built in Central America to the Land of the Beasts, connecting them so that the walls of the Land of the Beasts welcome them as they change shape. It's like putting your hands together and holding each other tightly...... I want to dream from what to what.

And the beasts come from the connected bridge. The children look around the water city with their hands drawn by adults and their curious eyes sparkling.

A vibrant, eye-catching beauty walks loosely with her long ears shaking at its head. The appearance is poor, glossy, but the intimidation and presence is different, that is the lady who drives the heavens "Heavenly Raven Anastasia”. Mademoiselle Sasha and Mademoiselle Nesha's mother to you, the most powerful legendary sword princess of beasts.

And they shall reign with their long ears and their hair, but they shall walk freely to protect the beasts, and they shall walk across the bridge as they lead. The song of the bard also praises the beast tribe as excellent, more beautiful than the beast, more beautiful than the beast, the beauty of the Lady tribe - hidden in an instant? At the end of the line of sight, Yao said that he was going to fix the details of the elaborate craftsmanship of the columns and decorate the roof hanging on a bridge like a park... tea extinction hiding?

And the children of the Beast Man find you and run over. With a full, overflowing grin, he surrounds the brunette princesses, spreading his hands and speaking joy and cheering all over her body. A naive bounce around and a smile turns into a wave and pushes, that's a sight that doesn't change the people, the elves, the beasts. A child knows the kind with an innocent heart, and a child knows nothing of fear. Miss Anastasia seems familiar... but was she abused?

Dark hair is stirred by the wind - they may be the bridge. Forced bridges that force us to connect hands we couldn't connect, and brunette insiders that bridge dreams of children smiling at the future. The bridge is overflowing with smiles and continues to gleam happily with the water (all of them)... Miss Anastasiya is still hiding, I think she's deaf?