Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Spring. One incident occurred in Marlan, where snow melted and the movement of people resumed.

Inspired by the vibrancy of the copper mines that operated last year, the mountain masters with ambitions to discover new minerals went missing successively in the mountains headed for exploration.

The lord of his land, Turius Shrounan Ovenil, took matters seriously and ordered the Adventurer's Guild headquarters in the commercial capital Canales for an exploratory quest for the land. Five sets of C and D rank parties soon set to step into Marlan's depths.

The requested adventurers were initially optimistic. At any rate, Marlan is what should be called the Demons' Blank Zone, and has not been identified as a crusader beyond D-rank in recent decades. Daimyo, this quest must have just been made by the Lords in a big fuss. The scene is also a mountain ahead of spring. The missing mountain masters must have been in an avalanche or something...... With those words exchanged, they step into the mountains.

They were strongly paid the brunt of their chronic hearts.

Nine dead, twenty-six missing and three wounded - although many of the non-returnees included non-combatant baggage holders (porters), that does not reduce the damage suffered by the five groups of parties.

Destruction. Those two letters were crowned the team of dispatched adventurers. A double-digit mid-level adventurer was lost at once.

The upper echelons of the Alliance were at war. The coalition, including the C-rank, was crushed. This is not, at the earliest possible time, a wreck, as was initially spoken of in hopeful observations. An interview with the survivors was also naturally conducted, but the results were not fragrant. The adventurers, who were also at the top of the middle class, were all confused and monsters. All they said was that I was wrong. All I could think was that I ran into an overly horrible monster and lost my sanity.

As a blank zone for monsters, Marlan, a land that had been silenced by the Adventurer's Guild for years. But there was a mighty demon rooting and laying a strong foundation, whether he was gone or streamed... that was the conclusion of the Alliance.

Even though it is blocked by the mountains in any way, it is the terrain that borders that Zanktogaren. Not surprisingly, there was an influx of powerful demons across the mountains from his country.

The mountain forests of eastern Marlan were thus certified by the Adventurers Guild as a dungeon equivalent hazard zone. The name is "The Great Tree Sea of Darkness". It is a glossless dark forest on the southeastern border of the kingdom.

"Father, this is today's achievement. Check it out."

The adventurer visits the Guild Branch's office. No wonder he put a heavy leather bag on the counter. The contents are areas cut from crusaded monsters. I have certainly defeated this type of monster, an evidence that some things are also commodities that are highly traded as materials. So to speak, it's the seeds of their adventurer's rice.

"Oh, Mr. Raymond! Thank you for your hard work every time."

That being said, the old man who over-peckles and bows his head is the branch manager who binds this guild branch. For the guild of this rural town, where only low-level monsters have ever gushed and no busy crusade requests have been made, the discovery of the dungeon, The Great Tree Sea of Darkness, was like a natural mutation. A quest of high difficulty has never been dealt with in our lonely neighborhood, and highly-ranked adventurers arrive for it. Until now, I have only been able to handle simple requests like the delivery of letters, the branch manager nicknamed [postmaster], etc. He seemed unfamiliar with the situation.

The commonplace C-rank adventurer in front of him - Raymond, too, ranks high enough for his eyes to pop out. It only looks like a monster in the shape of a man. The pitiful low head from the side would be a sign of reluctance and fear towards adventurers above the middle.

"Yep, these one ear... eh... the whole orga ghost thing, two... because the crusade rating is D -"

The branch manager's crusade assessment is unfamiliar and does not proceed as late as possible. I just look at the area of the monster and blues my face like a little girl, but I put it in my mouth and account for it. If you were an official around Canales, even teenage rookies would be finishing in half an hour.

(Damn. I don't even have to do this......)

Raymond blurs inside, anxiously wanting to have a quick drink to his fatigue after the crusade.

For adventurer Raymond, Marlan was a delicious land.

Hearing reports of the destruction of a search party headed for the missing mountain masters, he was quickly packing his bags and flying to this one country in solidarity with the old familiars. Because I smelled gold in that story. We perceived that a new untouched hunting ground had been created.

I got a hunch. Alliance headquarters certifies the monster's trekking eastern Marlan mountain forest as a dungeon equivalent hazard zone. Expanded the adventurer's guild in the area where the idle birds were ringing, and developed an attitude of acceptance for adventurers coming diving into the dungeons.

Raymond became one of the first adventurers to base his work on the land.

This year, the dungeon, which has just been discovered anew, naturally has no such thing as an ancient stock colleague to rope in there. If you're first, on the contrary, you can rope in there. Although the rank has reached the middle, there is no way it can rise to the top and be packed in the middle. I gather my own kind like that and oligarchy near the entrance to the Great Tree Sea...... the prospect worked and he enjoyed his adventurous life so well feathered.

"- So this is the reward. Give it to me."

Apparently, the assessment of the reward was over while I was lost in thought. The branch manager was offering a bag full of silver coins in horror. Raymond receives it in silence. I won't check inside. The weight and the rubbing sound of the currency give a good idea of the amount. Besides, it would be better not to show dirty on the money, and the guild's heart certificate would be better.

"Sure.... By the way, Father, why are you still standing at the reception? I'm guessing there was an increase from HQ?

When Raymond asks, his pungent father distorts his face in pity.

"No, that's... those kids seem to be busy organizing paperwork. Anything important to submit to HQ."

"... right. Oh, my God, so are you."

From the answer and the look on the part of the Branch Manager, the circumstances could be inferred.

What happened to the paperwork is an excuse. In short, the seconded officials insult this postmaster and push him to skip the job in good shape.

Originally, it is Theory who uses good looking women to inspire adventurers with many young men to embrace the Alliance. The people they sent, they were all women. but what would you think if a young woman were sent to a country like this if she were found a new dungeon? Received left, would persevere. And the reason we were sent here was eight in the form of disobedience, considering ourselves to be this figurine's grandfather.

"Well, in the meantime, that kind of work comes around to you."

It's no consolation that Raymond says so, either. Once you get this branch manager in trouble and his stomach heals, now he leans in that direction to figure out how to make a profit in this place. Marriage to an earned adventurer is a benefit to the female staff of the Alliance. If the young and promising adventurers gather, they will come out to the reception to connect their faces.

Beat the shoulder of the branch manager with an ambiguous grin as troubled and leave the guild building. As soon as the dusty wind hit his face, Raymond gently swallowed.

Unlike cities like Brosenne, there are no cobblestone paths in the town of Marlan. When the sunny day continues, the ground of stripping dries, and whenever the wind blows, the dust dances.

When the smoke cleared, there was a sight in front of him of a russian-vibrant countryside.

Carpenters trying to build new buildings. A man who seems to be an internal affairs officer giving them instructions. A pedestrian who came to sell food and drinks to workers. The townspeople who rarely see the entry and exit of thriving people......

When one sees that he knows not the circumstances, he is in such a state as to think that he is preparing for the festival.

"How about charred wheat, charred wheat? Freshly brewed cold scorched wheat in well water!

"Old man! Give me a drink over here!

"I'm in trouble, the wooden one. Since the fire, we've decided to make new buildings as stone or brick as we can."

"I'll say that, Mr. Rubert. I'm out of money, too."

"Dad, Dad! What the...?

"Hmm? That's... um, I wonder what..."

Clear your ears, you'll hear such noisy voices.

This town was about to have its first expansion in a long time. All kinds of facilities to deal with adventurers challenging the Great Tree Sea - lodging, weapons stores, tool shops, liquor stores, whorehouses... and so on are being built on a steep pitch. Mines that have also become distant factors in the discovery of dungeons and the interests of potions, which are new specialties. Merchants everywhere were paying attention to Marlan in search of it. Many people seem to tread two legs because their lords are notorious, but nevertheless, every day and every month, they are investing more in and entering this town.

This place gets bigger. And if you become a big town, you'll have more opportunities to make more money than you do now. Raymond boasted to no one of his foresight, having laid his eyes on this town as soon as possible before the others.

There,

"Whew, [crossing raven]..."

A grunt that sounds sincerely unpleasant enters my ear.

Turning to the voice, a young man stood who would still not reach the age of twenty. Brown eyes on blue-haired dark hair. You've also come to buy out food, with bags filled with bread, dried meat and fruit on the side. Even childhood seeping faces are sweet and tender, but now they were disgusted and distorted as if they had found even dirt at their feet.

"Chi... Joel from The Guardian's Balance"

Both Raymond's and his contempt glance at the dew.

The young man is the leader of the recently sold party, The Guardian's Balance. Rank C. In other words, he's young, but if he's just a character, he's already in line with Raymond. For him, who has risen to this level by devoting most of his youth, he is a young man who has nothing more to eat than this.

"Knock..."

Nevertheless, Raymond is not naive enough to sell fights just because he doesn't care. Ring one nose and you pass straight by.

The word Joel called referring to Raymond, the crossing raven. The call is given to high-ranking adventurers and special meritorious persons, not the so-called two names...... There was no reason to have two names early in the C-rank. On the contrary, it is a slander against the inferiority and filth of the business.

Crossing is one of the styles of an adventurer. No, would one of the styles be quite compromised? We don't have a specific party, and unlike solos, we rarely move alone. Mainly for some reason vacancies occur or join a team that needs an increase in the number of people in a big job to do the job. That's how you leave again after work, looking for another party to hang out with. In short, it's about those people who don't have enough talent to live on their own to claim to be solos, and who don't have enough guts or coordination to stay in one party.

Half a man who neither boasts of the unity he cultivates with his companions, nor asks only for himself in solitude. Therefore, it could be said that it is an easily hated position among its peers. Among such crossings, those who stand out in particular for their cunning and dirty standings, such as putting me up in the distribution of loot or behaving in such a way as to push danger on others during adventures. It's like fishing for leftovers, sarcastically, and calling them [crossing ravens].

I'm not saying there's no such thing as a dead end.

Nothing would ever call it that in a round trip under heaven, Raymond thinks.

In fact, what he does is dirty enough to inspire a sense of justice among young adventurers. Speaking out to a number of parties and crossings that I once organized, I am forming a detachment party and monopolizing this easy and delicious hunting ground in Marlan. Hunt one or two less prey than your rank and earn change. I have threatened and chased back young men who have asked me to use the place only for one day, pointing weapons at them. For adventurers who are respectful of challenging difficulties, fighting powerful enemies, and treading the unknown, the way is also a good place.

It is about me like no other. I know I don't like it so much, but it's pissing people off telling me. Nothing, especially if it comes from those who are blessed on top of their young.

"Hey, Joel. What's the matter with you?

"Nothing... I just saw a guy I didn't like."

Behind you, you can hear young men and women exchanging voices like that. I'm guessing the female magician rendezvous that she's at Joel's party. It was also rumored to be made with him, a beauty and reputation and leader.

Whatever it was, it was potent weather. Parties that include heterosexuals are hard to put together, and it's even harder if romantic relationships are out-of-the-box, and when leaders are involved in it, it's hard to lead anymore. In other words, Joel and the others are now in a crisis of aerial decomposition.

but for some reason, Raymond's ear doesn't come in with information that their relationship has been compromised. The crack will either still be hidden beneath the water, or it has demonstrated unusual leadership to make the impossible possible. I would love to be the former, but there was an unpleasant jinx in this industry.

Parties that can be bound even by a mix of men and women are born early.

I'm kidding, but I have a real example. I heard that the A-rank party active on the western border also consisted of three men and one woman, and there was a slightly similar story in other countries. Another episode surrounded by historic heroes is accompanied by romance on the battlefield.

(I mean, if you do poorly, that young man might have some heroic talent, too)

I can imagine. But my chest was upset.

In fact, Joel's rise is the momentum of the sunrise. There are even rumors that C-rank is unlikely to be the first in this year, but that it's time for a B-rank promotion. I've never seen Raymond face to face around using him as the main hunting ground in the Tree Sea, so it would be true that he's adventurous in places like the deeper realm - where B-ranks go. Such as the C-rank, which should be the culmination of our careers for ordinary people, is simply a crossing point for that.

I used to think I could be one too. He was aspired to the future as a famous swordsman and was known as the face of the party. When I reached the C-rank, I believed that I could continue to run up to the B-rank and eventually to the A. But at that point, there was a conflict of opinion with the members who had begun to seek satisfaction and stability, and they left the party. That is the beginning of quenching. He was unfamiliar with his solo activities and fell ill, and his swordsmanship was dull. Still, I lowered my goal to have to eat, and attending every time I asked for a vacancy or an increase in the number of people at every party… I was whispered that it was crossing the alley at some point.

It was Raymond now who tore through dreams that did not fit his height, who knew reality and compromised, and who had already been depressed by the time it was too late in those places.

Joel is trying to run faster without going off the path he once took off. That's why Raymond doesn't like that boy.

"Precisely good dreams. Even you will one day..."

Raymond walks, leaking a soliloquy that is perhaps mixed.

The wound becomes larger and deeper when you fall as fast as you can, and if you are not accustomed to falling, the degree becomes even worse. The middle-aged raven darkly imagined how flashy Joel, who lived a young, smooth-sided adventurer's life, would make it look.

"I think it's time to dive deeper."

The face of the party "Guardian's Balance" turned a uniform eye to Joel's remarks as the leader.

The hours are late, and the place is a room in their inn. in discussions to discuss future policies.

"Yes, Joel."

With a troubled look, a fine man opens his mouth. Sometimes he was in an inn, and he was in plain clothes, which he had unlocked, but from his neck he had raised a sword cross, a symbol of Holy Kingship. It follows from that that his functions are clerics - priests who, with the help of God, perform miracles of healing and protection. Her name is Mariano. He was from the Omnian Empire and was also the oldest subleader at the party.

"-Diving in the back, is that behind that great tree sea?

"There's no other place to dive, Mr. Mariano."

Joel's reply makes me joke, but the light in his eyes is serious in itself. The determination seemed pretty stiff. A girl forming next to him speaks as she sighs when she sees it.

"That's what I say, Joel." The Sea of Darkness "is quite a bone breaking dungeon, isn't it? You haven't forgotten the example of the disconnected discovery - the annihilation of an alliance that included the same C-rank party as us, have you?

Girl with half a tone and half a genuine guide. She, Rosalie, is the magician who is the key to the party's firepower. And he is also Joel's lover, rumored to be in the alley. If you point that out to him, he will never deny it.

"I didn't forget. When the report came up, the guild in the previous town made a fuss like a beehive."

That's what Joel says as he smiles bitterly.

A C-rank adventurer is what is expected to serve as an ace in the face of the town's guild, crusade quest, if it were meant to be. At any rate, it's a common adventurer's point of arrival, which can be the end of years of experience, so it's natural. It is nothing more than a catastrophic anomaly, such as the destruction of more than one C-ranker, such a tiger child, per party. That sea of trees is the scene of nothing else.

"Then..."

"But"

Blocking the rosary he tries to recruit, Joel continues.

"None of the monsters we've defeated in the Tree Sea have been removed from the C-rank crusade. If you're an adventurer of the same rank, you can defeat it. This means that the cause of the Alliance's devastation remains a mystery."

"No way, we're gonna figure that out ourselves, right?

"Rosalie."

Mariano embarrasses the girl who makes provocative remarks. She had a bad habit of choosing words that would try people out. I can't bear the fact that the appearance of the seriousness of the person possesses such a fitting sharp beauty of words and deeds.

but Joel shook his head sideways, "It's good," he said.

"Well, I'm an adventurer too. I don't feel that way either.... but the truth is, the other motives are bigger"

"And say?

"... what do you think of the situation of the adventurers in this town?

They suddenly shook another topic, but neither Mariano nor Rosalie disprove it extra. I thought about the question from the leader who said it was our core.

The current state of the adventurers in Marlan. Near the entrance to the tree sea is occupied by Raymond's billed men. Adventurers below the D-rank are tightened up and cannot gain experience in a busy manner. And only ourselves not in tune with those crossing ravens are doing a C-ranked crusade around somewhat deeper.

"... that's not good. Because of that raven."

"We have nothing to do with it, but the other adventurers have not. If you keep getting tightened up, you'll even be worried about your arms getting blunt."

"Yes. The middlemen are distracted by their immediate pocket money, and the lower adventurers continue to be picked on opportunities to gain experience. In that case, what happens if the cause of the Alliance devastation moves? It would still be better if the ravens were to be swept away. Sometimes we're the only ones who can deal with the evil spills out of the woods and attacks the town."

In other words, it is the harm of the monopoly of opportunity. Low-ranked adventurers cannot be stronger because the people who should have dived deeper are occupying shallow spots. If that state of affairs persists for a long time, the average strength of those who base this town will continue to decline and will be unable to cope when things happen all morning.

"This keeps happening because they only think about this place as a new place to earn money. So, what makes you think so? There's no sense of crisis. We don't know what kind of horrible enemies are in the back of the tree sea, so we can assume the place in front of us is a safe zone."

"... that is"

A flat voice was thrown from the corner of the room to Joel waving the hot valve. A fourth person, who had never participated in the conversation before, finally lifted his heavy hips.

"... you want to use the information behind the Tree Sea to move this situation?

"Silan......"

"Huh. You're finally smart. I thought you were going somewhere."

"... I've been here forever"

"I know! An example of things!

Rosalie's eclampsia was streamed with wind to the willow and her face was accidentally raised by a fine-faced girl with dull blonde hair cut at her shoulder mouth. Its ears were pointy in the form of twigs and leaves of trees, but much shorter than the elves' long ears, which the world tells us. It was not so different from people's ears in terms of length.

It should also be that the girl called Silan is a mixture of human and elf - the so-called half-elf.

Silan turned his worrying gaze to the three of them as he took the bow he had finished taking care of.

"... I don't even know what Joel claims. The current situation of the adventurers here is somewhat unsound. But how can we move there?

"Sooner or later a high-ranking adventurer emerges to explore the depths of the tree sea. It is better to wait for it. Yes, you do, don't you?

When Mariano checked in conjunction with her supplement, she stifled.

Silan's suggestion was the right thing to do. Something behind the tree sea is so powerful that it doesn't even hang a coalition of C-ranked parties on its teeth, at least. There is no need for members of the Guardian's Balance to invade the risk of approaching it. You could have waited for a higher-ranked adventurer to show up in this town and begin a full-scale deep challenge.

but Joel shakes his head to the side.

"Hi, I don't think so."

"Huh? Why not? There's something in the back that wipes out more than one C-rank, and even in the shallow, there's a demon equivalent of C-D. So why shouldn't we wait for the guys up there?

"... an inexplicable answer. I'd like an explanation."

To two doubtful girls, the leader opens his mouth depressingly.

"There's been a massive demonic anomaly in the neighboring country, Zanktogaren. Some of the high-ranking adventurers are turning that way."

"Huh?"

Rosalie rounded her mouth gently. Whole face, what is that? That's the look you're saying.

I guess Silan thinks the same thing. By narrowing his eyes suspiciously, he took the place of throwing an inquiry.

"The other one pays better for the crusade. That country is like fighting demons all year round, so I'm used to treating adventurers. The quest is in full swing."

"... why? I can't believe I left a dungeon in my own country."

"That's right, Mr. Silan."

Mariano answers on his behalf.

"For adventurers flowing from town to town, there's no border. Even I was born in Omnia, not in this kingdom of Arquel. What's more, it's futile to expect patriotism for an arrangement that looks like you've eaten up and become an adventurer. Because the country is bad, because we can't feed ourselves, many people think that we've lost ourselves to such a shitty operation… etc."

And even those who want from me and become adventurers will not move with motives such as to protect their homeland from demons. Though in the same country, there is no reason to put up your body for land that you have never been to. In this case, patriotism prevails over patriotism.

For example, this party of A-rank adventurers representing the kingdom of Arquelle is known to be from the western periphery and to always operate in his land. There's little chance they'll bother to get to Marlan.

"Of course, the upper management of the Alliance will want to explore the causes of Alliance devastation ahead. But the impact of the Zanktogaren case seems to be taking a long time to select an adventurer who would order an investigation. Plus, as it stands, they've decided that the tree sea demons are well transported."

Mariano was right. The major damage was about the disappearance of the mountain master and the destruction of the adventurers who headed for the search, and there were no reports of the town or people being attacked. I guess that means I was completely optimistic, deciding immediately that there was no danger.

"... if your throat is too high, you'll forget the heat"

"Not at all! When was the first time you made a fuss?"

Rosalie does not hide the indignation she holds in Silan, who exhales gently and expresses her fright.

To them like that, Joel moaned with a bitter face.

"Right now, as Mr Mariano said. Nobody and he take a lighter look at this matter, no, I'm trying to. Because it's easier, more convenient, and even if the worst happens, it doesn't hurt me. To change that state of affairs, there is specific information. Unless you recognize exactly what lies behind the tree sea, the Alliance will not put its main hips in, and the crossing will remain occupying the hunting ground as it pleases. We're the only ones who can do something about this now."

In the boy's eyes, there is a light of stiff determination. There is a proud and noble glow that only man who finds something to accomplish and something to believe in.

"That's why I thought I should go in the back. Fortunately, so far our hunt has gone around without any major accidents. A little further, I think we're also at the stage where we need to go. So I decided to talk to everyone today."

"Well, if you say it's stable..."

"Hmm. I think the reason lies with Joel...... is it up to our confidence and decision after that"

…………

"Of course, everyone will have anxiety or another opinion. So if you say one person disagrees, I won't force you. Sometimes I overthink what I'm talking about."

Say it, Joel looks over at everyone.

Whether to embark on a high-risk adventure is only acceptable in the case of unanimity - that was the way the 'Guardian's Balance' was done. When our scales move for the first time with the weight of everyone, we put that meaning in the name we bear. It has been a philosophy since its inception.

"Rosalie, what do you think?

"I don't like it... I don't know what to say, you're gonna expose yourself to a stinking face for the time being, right? I'm sorry about that."

Rosalie says as she points her lips at you.

She was originally a local lord's maid. It is also in that capacity that he possesses the skills required for the upbringing of magic. There's only one reason a lady like that is doing an adventurer here. It's because of the defenseless boy in front of you.

No fear, no curiosity, no curiosity, and an unexplored penis that came up to the noble grounds in the habit of a civilian child. The adventure Tan he spoke of at such a young age was a leisurely disguise for a girl who was bored and cut off by her daily learning.

When the two of them were about the age, she had a relationship that only smelled of politics from her parents turned... and she didn't like it, so she arrived at him and ran away from home to become an adventurer. I should be able to meaningfully squash my spare time rather than my visible life to be bored, etc., while excusing myself for not even being asked.

"- So again, yes, this time! I'll be patient with you. That's the usual thing, what is it?"

There's no choice but to say no to Rosalie's head while she makes an angry voice. Because the subject she finds attractive is always his language ahead of his sights.

"What about Mr. Mariano?

"As God and the Holy King call it"

Mariano says as she meditates and prays to the Sword Cross on her chest.

He questioned his monastic life in Omnia and was the one who ran away. The day to come The day to come also the day to digest the ceremonies that have been morphed. Clerics who look down on the people of the dead as they preach the love of God and complain about the taste of wine as they abstain. He rebelled against them, embarked on missionary journeys with his own feet, and sought to serve people with his own hands. That's why I became an adventurer.

And a few years later, a small town guild stopped in the midst of an adventure combining return training. That's where I met Joel and Rosalee. Around that time, hit by the rough atmosphere of the adventurers and lost in his original ideals, he was saved by contact with a boy and girl of a straight temperament, who took the occasional or the same quest. You can say you're back to your beginnings. (12) Mariano, who also likes the horns and the two of them altogether, is corrupted by the role of joining their party and compensating the young people for their lack of experience and public knowledge.

"I mean, just do what I think is good for him. I agree."

I don't want him to stop a young man on the right path. There is a risk, but I was so proud that it would be good if I, an adult, held it down successfully there.

"Last but not least, Silan"

"… there is one condition"

Silan's straight gaze shoots through Joel.

In this continent, half elves like her were small in number and in a weak position. Probably the son of a slave elf bought by man, so it is also a natural achievement. Silan was no exception to that. My mother hates her for being made to set up with a lowlife merchant, and the kind of crumbs my father is calculating how expensive to sell a daughter that resembles my mother. When she turned ten, she escaped from a situation where she did not know when she would be sold as a toy for the perverts. That's how he lives as a sleigh, hiding his ears and face for several years in the slum district of Canales.

It was the face of Joels' Guardian's Balance that I met such a day. I approached them with an insult to the ducks up there when I was rushing out, but at the end of the day, Mariano, who was used to the sleigh's imprint, seizes me. She was prepared to be the end of herself when she was poked out by the guard, but on the contrary she was pitied and grabbed some change. I remember being very upset. When I came with them, I was a runaway daughter in a good place to see as a boy who didn't know the world's fears, a young, sweet priest, and people who grew up blessed no matter where I looked. Rosalie and the like were nosy on the silane that pushed the application back. But Joel took her hand, and said: If you just don't like being given money, why don't you make your own money. I thought you might want to come with us.

Silan got on with the story. At first I tried to unpack and strip him on the road, but I forgot about it before the opportunity came. She also realizes when the bow given for the simple reason that she is drawing the blood of an elf becomes somewhat more like it.

"... if anyone thinks I can't do it alone, I turn back there.... the point is always the same. Isn't that easy?

Oh, well. The real reason I didn't wave him was simply because I didn't want to. I want to follow these people. I want to see a beautiful world with them with beautiful eyes, although I'm the only one who knows a dirty world. I want to adventure with the Joels. That was Silan's honest feelings.

So if he says he's going, he's going too. However, if you are in danger, your life is paramount. Our own lives. The lives of all.

"Oh, I know. I'm not going to force you to blossom to death. At the end of Adventure Tan, there's always a market for a happy ending to the return of the hero."

"In Adventure for Children Tan,"

"Ugh, shut up. Even Rosalie used to like that, you know."

We can talk about it, two people who start saying things like they don't even eat dogs every now and then. Mariano laughs bitterly at it, while Silan watches calmly as she narrows her eyes glaring.

This was their usual sight.

Even after our adventures in the deeper depths of the Tree Sea, we can make a scene like this again. I'm sure, definitely.

The faces of the party "Guardian's Balance" believed that innocently.