Muimui-tan

- One...

Peppy. Something's tapping my cheek.

Peppy. The world's kind of rocking.

Peppee. Oh, Shirone said my cheek again... Shirone!

and woke up there at once.

"Nah."

There was a little feather cat (Emilio) in front of me who was tapping my cheek. Oh, I'm up. Even so, you're kind of rocking a gutter...... what the hell, Colle!

I was in a shaky cage. If you look, a two-legged dragon is pulling a cage with mine. A string was stretched out of the mouth of a dragon that looked like a horned, scaleless reptile, and the string was manipulated by an indelible man sitting on your table. Oh, come on, what is it? Here. Were you mistakenly perceived as a warcraft?

"Oh, you woke up?

An incompetent man sitting on your stand speaks to you.... have you talked to me? Aren't they treating you like a warcraft?

"Well, did I make a mistake? I thought you were a very clever warcraft because you were armed."

You treat me like a wise warcraft. What was a star beast?

'No, use your reading skills, but it's possible to talk'

The man at your table is surprised by my reading. I look back here. Oh, come on, look at me before, though I wouldn't be out of style if I had an accident.

"Ho. Is this your reading skills? I'm surprised it's the first time."

If you get it, get it out of the cage.

"And I knew I could have a conversation, but I was rambling. The little one on you was a mess, too. Your right hand hurts when you crash."

I see my right hand in that word. It had a slave bracelet that was not designed to be one day's object, but was indisputable.

'Oh, hey. Take this.'

But my words were consciously ignored.

"Don't be abusive with that bracelet. It's a precious item, so don't be in trouble if they make you pay."

No, you're not. Take it off. And, yes, what about Mr. Shirone or Mr. Micah? And what about my stuff?

"Am I with you? I didn't see it. And if it's yours, I'll collect it for you. It's in the corner. I want you to thank me."

I see the corner of the cage exactly as the man says. I kept my stuff there securely. Shoulder bag on back bag. There are also magic arrows firmly in the composite bow. Good, hasn't it been taken? Crimson red and white trans are stored in the magical west porch XL (3) so they don't even get stolen worst, but nevertheless......

"That's right, if I steal your stuff, I'll be a thief. That's what the bad guys do."

Oh, well. Then why are you keeping me in such a cage? Isn't that what bad guys do? Oh, yeah!

'I want you to look at this status plate (silver). I'm an adventurer who belongs to the Adventurer Alliance.'

A man who can't look back at me looks at my status plate (silver).

"Huh, so?

No, so? No, I think now I know who I am.

'Now I think I know, I want you to take this bracelet off. And could you get me out of here?

I want you to give me a break about cage living or something.

"You still don't know where you stand? I'm the one who saved your life. I mean, you're mine."

No, what, the reason for that? That's crazy. And how is it right to put such a slave bracelet on and make him obey?

and it pounded and rained there. Oh, does it rain in this world, too? It didn't rain at all in the Nahan Great Forest......

"Oh, it's coming down. Aren't you cold as a potato worm? Even Warcraft looks cute looking cold. Don't lend me a blanket."

I get a blanket from a man over a gap in the cage. It's raining from the side, it's chilly, and I appreciate the blanket. But this is a strange situation.

Why are you doing this...

- Two...

At the corner of my vision, I can see one in the north, one in the east, the light rising. Mr. Shirone and Mr. Micah, I presume. Are we both off the hook... Well, as long as we're partying, we can make sure you're safe, so that's all you saved.

I hear this dragon horse car is aiming for the Imperial Capital. Even if you don't want to, you're in the capital. The original primary goal was Empire City. Maybe if we do well, we can rendezvous over there. Maybe that way you two can help me out - well, maybe I'm optimistic.

They serve meals well, and they don't get rambled. The treatment in the cage was not so bad. But you're talking about how you can be convinced with such deprivation of liberty.

If you are rocked in a cage for about two days, you will see a vast field planted with tall grass planted fields and corn-style crops that you also saw in the first village.

"Soon you'll be in the capital. I thought you were very sweet."

Ha ha, you're in the capital in this condition. I thought I was a zoo animal.

Eventually you will see the large walls and gates.

"That's the West Gate of the Empire. Big, isn't it?"

Oh, that's big. I usually wanted to see it on my own feet.

The large gate had an open door slightly smaller to the left and right than that. The Dragon Horse Car with me is lined up in many queues to go to the door on the right.

"That's a lot of people."

"Oh. I'm usually a little less. The princess of the kingdom of God is here as a goodwill ambassador. To see that, he's a businessman for a bunch of customers."

Ho. I wonder if the divine kingdom means Holy Remulias. I heard it was hostile to the Empire, but is it okay for the princess of that country to come?

In time, it was our turn. A man on your stand gave the gatekeeper some kind of bill and went inside the gate. What? Doesn't it feel like showing the status plate like it did back there? Then there was no preparation. Was it difficult for us to enter the Empire?

As soon as I walked through the gate, I went out onto the big street. Is it the shop that lines the left and right? I also think it's dangerous when you get a raid from the mall or something just outside the gate. It's just, well, if you think like a tourist destination, is this one more efficient?

Well, whatever it is, it's me and Emilio.

Walking down the boulevard made noise ahead. The log of subtitles displayed in the lower right corner of my sight flows with terrible momentum. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

"Damn. Bad timing. Looks like there was a princess. I told you to keep quiet."

Saying so, the man pulled the dragon horse car over to the end of the road and stopped. Will the conversation logs of those nearby stay long? Can we manage to have a conversation about this... Even so, Princess.

A few moments later a group of armed men and a woman in knighthood on a horned horse walked in. The conversation around me stops beautifully with it. The messy log in the lower right corner is gone and helpful. Even so, no way, is that the princess? It's called a glossy cloak in armor, you're dressed like a knight in a story. I thought I was a girl in a dress with a fan.

"You're lying on your back in the face of a straw."

"Princess, Princess, don't talk too loud."

"Yeah, well, the princess has to talk... because all she has to do is look"

"Oh, there's a potato warcraft in clothes over there. Is it a pet? Is it a pet?

Maybe it's a confidential conversation that doesn't sound like a normal person. It looks subtitled to me. Especially now that it's quiet! I'm the potato worm in the clothes. I'm not a pet. I mean, you feel pretty sorry for the princess. Looking at this princess's stupid dialogue makes me think it's no big deal that Holy Remulias... In the middle of an enemy country, I'm worried you'll be okay for exposing such an idiot.