Magic Gems Gourmet

The following week Ain left the Old King's Capital with a large number of warriors.

But to make a long journey, I don't have much luggage. This was Ain's proposal, in the form of the result that Sylvia drank all the conditions.

In the deep deep woods, Ed walks next door opens his mouth.

"Isn't that inadvertent?

"Hmm, what?

"... I'm not saying you should be sweet. I just don't have this much food for a month."

He reluctantly said, but less than two weeks' worth of food a line brought.

Overall, fifty warriors are bewildered without exception.

"Then don't worry, it's a lot."

According to what Sylvia told me, one problem the elves have is with raids by demons. Because of their characteristics as a race, they elves didn't make it a good idea to leave their birthplace, and they were apparently negative about the voicing of emigration from Ishtarika.

Then it becomes a question of whether we need to lend a hand.

(It is also important to look at the life of His Majesty the First)

In addition to Ed's suggestion...... it is imperative that Shannon be involved behind it, and this cannot be ignored either.

"According to Master Sylvia, it is Wyburn that lives near the inside of the elf? It's no big deal if you have a few heads, but from what I hear, you're nesting in many flocks… even though it's a battle to be expected to die, let's also lower morale with the food you don't care about"

Ed said lightly, either from the reversal of anxiety or to mock.

"Scared?"

"Am I?

"Yes. I'm not scared at all, but are you scared?

"... haha, play"

and he gives a glimpse of the immature mental aspect as he behaves in a temperament.

The edges of my lips were shaking quietly.

"Then you're not sure."

"Ha?

"I'm carrying enough food and I'm stepping on it."

Ain stopped unexpectedly and swung back at the warriors following him.

Originally, in authentic history, we wrap up the hegemony that Marc could not have yet had, drawing everyone's attention together. Ed quietly narrows his eyes to see what he says and what is surprising.

"No matter how much the herd, the opponent is Wyburn. Ishtarika's proud warriors never struggle. So I promise, in ten days' time, I will return to the king's capital."

"Dear Marc! That's impossible...... ugh!

Ed, distracted, laid his hand on Ain's shoulder.

"It takes a week round trip, no matter how hasty. If you think of the number of days that you will destroy our Wyburn nest..."

"Even if I knew. But I promise you, I'll be in King's Landing in ten days."

"Huh... that's not realistic"

I guess it seemed like an impossible word after all.

Ed distanced himself from Ain in a frightened manner. On the other hand, the warriors get excited. It was a simple word, but praised ourselves as warriors, and what the royal family promised shook our hearts.

Sometimes the storyteller must be Ein.

Few were subjected to tone, discouragement, and the aura he himself unleashes.

"- He said it, too, but you should know the reality. That's all I can say from me."

Then one man walking near Ain opened his mouth and said: Apparently in this day and age he has thorns and a strong sarcastic side compared to modern times.

He spreads the book in one hand and walks cleverly through the woods. There was a sharp eye and an oligarchy face among the warriors, dressed in a robe of colour very similar to gray hair, that made him gaze at his calmly sedentary character.

"Really?

"Naturally. Even if we could take down every single Wyburn, it probably isn't enough. It just can't be this easy to take down in production. Oh, that was forty-nine. I'm not a combat officer."

"Then I'll take down whatever you need to take down."

"So you think Master Marc will take down two heads? It's very reliable."

Ein leaked a bitter laugh at the past of well-known people in this era.

All those strong people...

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There was nothing notable on the road to the inside of the elf.

There is no need to encounter particularly strong demons, and there is no problem between the lines.

Just approaching the entrance inside.

"What shall we do?"

Ed says it sounds like a pain in the ass.

"Those ear lengths hate other species. A line like ours would be good."

"... I wonder"

But I'm sure Ain't gonna be.

Because your own race is a race.

The Red Fox, who had the book in his hand, represented the idea.

"It won't. With Master Marc, at least they won't refuse."

"Oh, what's the reason?

"Because it's dry adds. Elves should be the only ones to recognize dry adds as a friendly other species"

"You know what? You don't just read books like an idiot."

"I'm surprised. I can't believe even a man who just wields a spear remembered words honoring others"

"Thank you for letting me know. If it was a book for boring sarcasm, it seemed unnecessary to me"

What incompatibility.

Ain broke in between the two of them, arms wide open and distance apart.

"... both of you, please, don't have any trouble interacting. He's a brother."

"Me and this man are not brothers"

"Yeah, we're only in the same kind of blood."

"... I'm sorry, it would help if you calmed down already"

It's a long way to go.

"In the meantime, I'll tell the warriors inside, so you two can have everyone here."

Ain't walking out on her own when it's bad enough to bring a lot of people close and useless suspicions.

We were so close and maybe even now, but from the other side, I thought it shouldn't feel worse to go alone.

He is accidentally noticed as he walks a little hard down the road. I remember the thick trees native to this area.

That day I walked with Chris and stepped inside the elf.

About the day I looked up and said "big" just like I do now.

But now it's a lot different from that day.

The same is true of walking alone, who is now taking his feet as a marc, not Ain, and who came here in the first place as the royal family of Ishtarika, where Arsheh, the Demon King, can reign.

(We'll figure it out)

We left the castle with trust from Sylvia and Cain.

I can't believe Cain told me when I left, "You're grown up now," and to call you Marl until today, I call you Marc next - is proclaimed.

I have also responded to the trust I have received from both of you.

(I'm not even going to let Shannon do what he wants)

The short time of two weeks is to keep her from doing whatever she wants in the castle.

I can't manipulate Archet for sure in this amount of time. Sometimes Ein has already solved previous influences, and now Archet's vigilance is much stronger than that of a wildcat. Definitely would be impossible.

- Are you here?

From above the trees around, there were signs.

When Ain stops and pulls out his sword, he drops it to the ground.

"He is of Ishtarika, to whom Arsheh the Demon King can reign. Get your hands off my bow."

Silence persists.

But in it, the elf warriors were eye-catching and sharing consciousness.

Surprised that we were noticed about ourselves, bewildered by those of Ishtarika who came abruptly, we perceive those who dropped their swords to be dry adds, and at the end of the day we all jump off the tree.

"O honorable blood drawer. We Elves welcome them."

"I want to know your name."

"I'm Marc. It's Marc von Ishtarika."

"Huh... I hear rumors. Were you the royal example?"

It should still be said that Ain is relieved by the flow as expected.

For one thing, the first hand has no complaints.

When Ain tells him about the line, the elf warriors tell Ain to talk to the chief. Only Ain who nodded at it stepped inside the elf.