My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- It's fun, Ayle!

"- Not at all"

Pull out one or two and those who are falling on the road or unable to move due to a fall injury.

They were all young warriors, so it still looks like a kick by the ancient showmen took place at the top.

Every time I go up in rank, Lisse's speed frenzy is beating me up.

And the "black scale" keeps accelerating, too, to tell you how such a rider feels - so much so that "round joints" tell you that you can't go any faster or follow them.

While supporting the "round joints" who hang in there, Ayle puts her thoughts on the course ahead.

We head through a woodland course with a slightly curved outlook and hit a slightly larger river.

The course will include a short descent along the river and across the shallow waters to the opposite shore.

"- Lisse!"

Ayle thought.

With the current "black scale" speed, the rest would fly fine as long as the appropriate scaffolding was available.

You should be able to skip the river downstream while oblique to the opposite bank.

When you have to go into the river to say shallow water, the speed really slows down.

On the contrary, the scaffolding under the water is bad.

Even if the foot treadmill can be bad and slow, it will never be faster.

- Besides, if it's Ayle, I think it's there if you want to set it up.

What's the matter? Where the speed drops.

If you know that, ambush near it and aim where the speed has dropped.

Then there should be avoided, and yet there is a way to shortcut the course.

"- Let's jump over the river!

Fortunately, we have all the conditions to fly.

If there is one person in the way of progression, flying is risky.

The flying moment is defenseless, even a little shock breaks down the system, and when it breaks down, it definitely falls.

So I can fly now.

All that remains nearby are those who cannot move as soon as they are dropped.

The guys who would have kicked it off are going first, so now it's a no-mark.

"- Okay! The Black Scale, there's nowhere I can fly!?

Gaw.

The "black scale", which would have probably given a "let it be" response from a well-toothed reply, is...

"- Yeah, here!?... All right, go!

It was beside the beast road, running for a big tree so tall that Lisse was bewildered.

With one leg he jumped up to the thick branches and danced the sky from a fairly high place.

Its movement, which is bigger than that of a horse, but does not make it feel as though it is heavy, was a leap precisely because of its unique lightness, lightness, of the "black scale".

"- Dude..."

The problem is the "round joints" to follow.

"I can't do that," clearly conveys the will.

"- I wonder if I can fly anywhere else."

That seemed to have happened, flying a slightly different course from the Lisses, and the Ayres flew to the opposite shore as well.

"- Wow! What's wrong? Whoa! Beard Wow!!

In the middle of the shallow waters, Lisse and Ayle enter the opposite coast course with the strange sight of an angry female warrior spilling one of the ancient ginseng while kicking water and watching two four-legged red dragons (Louzio) tap into the potoon.

The same goes for the lady warrior on the river and the ancient ginseng, but I could see from above that there were several warriors falling near the river.

(After all, how many are there now?

Once that was it, Ayle was counting the number of warriors who had been outnumbered.

My ranking is very easy to understand as I got to the bottom of it right after the race started.

I just don't know the total number of participants.

Around thirty people should probably be in it, but Ayle has no certainty.

(For once, shall the total number be thirty? So...)

First half.

I joined Lisse, who was kicked down once, and we've chased him up this far together.

The number of warriors pulled out by the midpoint is fifteen, including those dropped just before entering the interior.

It is just in the middle at that point.

Lisse is 14th and Ayle is 15th.

Then soon after the second half of the war, there was one ancient ginseng who was ambushing and harassing me in the woods.

Three warriors would have been similarly sighted and dropped.

At the point of crossing the river, Lisse is 10th and Ayle is 11th.

And would you have seen about four people around the river that flew across the sky, including a woman warrior rough in the shallow waters and rough ancient ginseng?

(That means I'm currently about 6th and 7th)

Looking back, it's something we've been chasing up quite a bit.

Considering it was the bottom line for a while, it would be quite a accomplishment.

- However, the actual number of participants is twenty-eight, and the actual ranking is fourth and fifth.

Ayle and Lisse were finally about to approach the lead group.

The second half ends.

By the time we had a quarter left, the course went into a place like a burnt field where the ground had been stripped out.

He says this is a barren land where grass and trees wither under the influence of poisonous marshes and creatures stay away.

It seems that this area used to be a large poisonous swamp, but now there are no poisonous swamps left.

It is said that the poison must have evaporated and died out because of the sun radiation without blocking it, and that year after year the surrounding greens erode the wasteland and go.

Soon this wasteland will be gone.

But that still takes so many years to get distracted.

The wasteland is huge.

That's why...

"- It's Jijura! We caught up, Ayle!

- That's right.

Four four-legged red dragons (rauzios) can be seen running across the wasteland.

And the big four-legged red dragon (Louzio) at its center is the dragon on which warrior Gijra rides.

The course is a quarter to go.

The race was finally getting closer to overpacking.