Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

"... you're watching, aren't you, Ayja? I just need you to come out..."

Diving into one of the abandoned buildings that was nearby - something that seemed relatively better degraded - I spoke out while launching the "L Concierge," a dedicated app installed on SEAL.

The soles of the Combat boots that go above the stiff concrete do not make a single sound thanks to the Acoustic Canceler. Hannu, who rounded her body like a fetus in my arms, is still shaking her back in small pieces because she can't stop the urge to tear.

Sunlight plunging through broken window frames and empty holes in walls is cutting the darkness in the building like a curtain. As I carefully proceeded through spaces like the knitting of light and darkness, an AR screen emerged in my sight.

"Hey, My Master. Is that for you? I can't advise or help you or your team, but I'll answer if I need to ask you something. If that's what you can answer, though. '

The red-haired good guy with his face on the screen of the straight square has been talking to him in the same condition. Although only a smiling bust up appears on the screen in the eye, there is no doubt only that a tail with a pointed tip in a triangle is swinging in a lilac outside the frame.

"... you can smile a lot while you do all this..."

I don't know what to say myself, but I rarely get jitty eyed and mouth a far-fetched irony.

Ayja nodded languidly. haha, and laughed,

'Oh, that's something you can't help. Because that's what I am. It's called a "specification". I just want you to give up improvement, laugh and forgive me. It's not funny to you, though. "

I stop at the back of the building, looking at the shadow, where I can see the entrance and exit. With this position and distance, you should be able to respond immediately even if someone shows up at the entrance or exit.

"... Speaking of which, if you and I had a subordinate relationship, you'd be my squire, wouldn't you? Then I wonder if I can request a specification change."

I tried to say this once again, unusually disgusting, but Ayja clasped her shoulders with a float and twitched like this.

'I thought I could. Yes or no, you dye it, My Master. It's just unfortunate, it's not [now]'

Was the interior of the building a store of some kind before? There are transparent showcases all over the room - but the majority of them are damaged - or, although they are now weathered to worn out, the interior design also looks a little elaborate. The brown floor was littered with fine fragments of crushed walls, giving a sense of the flow of time.

"You really say..."

While sighing at Ayja's response, I kick in the pebbly fragments of the area and clean up the surroundings. When the leisure seats and cushions were properly removed from storage, they were laid on a refreshing floor.

'Well, it's time to get down to business, Ragdis. Because I'm supposed to be pretty special just to show my face and talk like this. Though my master, it is not a good idea for me to get past my dependency (Ekohiki). I don't care how many rules I have.'

…………

Seems like he said something more amazing now, but Ayja still had a flat face. It would be useless to complain about this. In this case, is it as good as being conscious or is it of unnecessarily poor quality?

"... I want you to let me check the rules. Indeed, when I asked questions before the game started, I said, 'Currently unanswerable. If the game starts, it can be answered" but... does this game not have the ability to communicate with team members?

I sit back on the seat cushion with Hannu in my arms. For once, Hannu's is also out next door, but it is only after she stops crying that she will use it.

In response to my question, Ayja nodded softly.

'Oh, of course, even if it's ready. Except there's a limit to how far you can communicate.'

"Limit communication distance......?

'Oh. If you could communicate with a very distant ally, the game wouldn't be thriving, would it? Therefore, the communicable distance is allowed to be limited to no more than two hundred mertres. By the way, I thought you might notice the first "surprise" when you give this information in advance. There was no chance, but I let him lie down for once. Please don't be offended. It's not my fault.'

Eija closes one eye with tea glare and tongues out just a little. It's something that does that with a lot of beauty, so I'm sure it's cute on the face of it. But it didn't seem that way to me at all.

"I don't know what to say in its place, but I have another feature that is quite useful. This. '

As Ayja in the screen waved her right hand from me, another window actually appeared on the right side of his reflecting AR screen.

Apparently, it's a map of the floating islands where we are. On the central island of Oshima, a flock of islands surrounding it is displayed. What's more...

'As you can see, the white light dots dotted on the map indicate your side - i.e. the players on the' white 'team. However, this is only information [long ago].'

"Huh...?

This is also a good time lag. Doesn't that help little?

That's what I thought. My 'Huh?' Meanwhile, Ayja let her shoulders flaunt in a spirited manner.

"If you really want to know the location of enemy allies in real time, you just need to spend MP and use" search. "Don't you think the information you get without paying for it is sophisticated?

…………

Even if you ask me to consent, I don't want to affirm anything. Since the beginning, Ayja has been forced to participate in such games at her own convenience. It's not what I found out about the unsolicited concessions in him or anything.

As I was silent, Ayja took the liberty of speaking without waiting for a response.

"Naturally, we cannot identify individuals in this state such as which light points are who. Disqualified players also disappear from this map. Not when the salvage magic is used, of course. Yeah, I seem to repeat, but this just keeps me up to date with old enough information. That's why the white dots are moving a little bit. Persevere, you should be very careful that this location information is not current '

Eija is right, the dots of white light on the map are moving in multiple places, while others are solidifying and stopping in one place. One of them, kind of moving with a tremendous amount of momentum, is that me, maybe not long ago enough?

'What's more, this map can be changed to several modes. For example - this way I know where I am. Yeah, this is real-time information, of course.'

When Eija remotely operated, the map's tone pattern changed. What was a black line and a white light point in the green area changes to a pattern called a white line and a red light point in the black area. However, there is only one point that glows red. As Eija put it, it seems to indicate where I am right now.

"There are other modes that display only allies with low HP, only allies in combat, and only allies that are stopped by freezing. Whatever it is, it is possible to combine and customize them. I'm sure you don't have any work to do, Ragdis. You're good at this, aren't you? That sort of thing. '

That said, Eija returning the map to the first mode again.

Then again, I was concerned about some parts of the map. It is a flock of white light points that spread on the underside of the map.

On the top side of the map, or north side, I can deduce it to be members of 'NPK' like me, Hannu, Mr. Villey or Julius.

If so, does it mean that the bottom side of the map, or the south side, is dotted - the 'white' side of Howell and the others' Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb) '?

Maybe there was the same confusion here and there. The light point on the south side dotted all over the place and was moving so fragmented.

Needless to say, while you open this map, you can use Search to display complete real-time and detailed information. Isn't that convenient? Your enemy, the black team, of course, appears as a black dot. You should take advantage of it when you're wondering if your enemies are nearby. Yeah, as soon as the magic runs out, we'll switch to the previous information, so we need to be careful. '

I'm not sure because I've never used it yet, but surely the magic of 'search' should have been something with arrows floating around in my sight indicating the position of other players. So if you combine that with this map, you can see the position and statuses of enemy allies in quite some detail from various angles?

It might be good news for us to think that the communication distance between the allies is within two hundred melts. Anyway, there's Mr. Karel on that 'black' team over there. It is not difficult to imagine that if he were to get the detailed directives across the 'black' team, we would be strategically cornered by the 'white' team. In this sense, it may have worked in our favor for those limbs to be tied up somewhat.

"- My Master, by the way. Back to you, did you want to know if communication was possible in order to keep in touch with other allies?

Eija spoke of such an inquiry as she does now.

…… Of course it is... "

Affirming as he leaned his neck towards Ayja, who had deliberately questioned something needless to say, the beautiful boy on the AR screen laughed bewilderingly, cuddling. Then he sends a flush over here with his eyes tightened softly.

"Well, that's fine. Right, as I said beforehand, you have someone you put down in the qualifying phase - Howell Roberts. I can't tell you which one he belongs to, but whatever it is, Ragdis, you have absolute command authority over him. If you're on your side, you'll be a handy pawn, and if you're an enemy, you can order irresistibility and attack unilaterally. So if you're looking for him first, why don't we just give him some advice?"

Ayja, who proclaimed so with her face, inadvertently cut the story off.

"- Well, I answered the question, and I guess it's time for me to excuse myself. Even so, let me keep watching you. Bye, My Master, Ragdis. I wish you good luck."

The last time I dropped in for a teasing wink and a throwing kiss, communication with Ayja was over. His visible AR screen disappears and only the map that was next to him remains.

…………

I'm so tired of this, but I really don't understand Ayja's nerves being friendly with me against this one every time. It doesn't matter how hard we struggle because of him.

Hu, exhaling in a frightened breath, Fu and Hanu of Nostalgia also moved.

"... it's okay now, Hannu?

With the feel in his arms, Hanu's body tremor seems to have stopped for quite some time. but I guess I didn't want to show Ayja the crying face. Maybe he was waiting for me and his conversation to end.

"... um..."

When I spoke, Hannu raised his face from my chest a little bit like a hundred million bucks. Is your face slightly red from the remnants of tears or from the lightness? Sounds like a nose.

"... I'm sorry for the trouble you put me through, Rat..."

I shake my neck sideways to Hannu, who apologizes for shamelessly swimming his two-colored gaze.

"That's not true, never mind. More so, the…"

Why did you cry? Trying to ask, hesitation blunts my tongue. It was impeccable or wild to ask the girl why she was crying.

"... Oh, no, uh, the... yes, if you don't want to say it, it's fine..."

He hastily added that Hannu had left his cheeks in my chest again silently. [M] She doesn't try to gaze at me, but she doesn't even try to hide her face. Apparently, he's lost, I guess.

Often, the time for silence flows.

Shut each other up, but I guess your nostrils are going to spill, Hannu snorts over and over again. My body temperature is a lot warmer, so maybe I'm half asleep. Although, I have a little trouble falling asleep at a time like this.

"... it's not a big deal..."

Unexpectedly, pompous and Hanu opened his mouth. As soon as that happens, the strong tension disappears from her body and she gets a response that looks like she's losing her shoulder strength.

Phew, and Hannu takes one sigh.

"... um, yeah. It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal... not at all."

Whenever I put it that way, Hannu's voice is lighter and brighter as if his possessions were falling.

Eventually he looked up and gazed at me. The pale and golden odd eye that still leaves a tearful aftertaste looks up at me like a white cat.

Kufu, and Hannu laughed.

"- I'm sorry, Lato. I don't need to worry about it. My concubine is fine now. It's time to put him down.

"Ugh, yeah."

Hannu waved her leg and wanted to get out of my arm, so I asked her to stand up so that her leg would be on the concrete floor. Karan Cologne, and the pompous waste sounded lightly.

From the recoil that was rounding her body until just now, Hannu stretches wide with her hands up. "Ugh...!" leaked a little cute voice, but I pretended I didn't hear it.

Hannu, who had often finished stretching his body, lowered his hands with his clasp.

"... Phew... I'm finally getting comfortable. Damn, I showed you something to be ashamed of. A concubine..."

He turned to me with a smile on his face.

……

Hannu told me in embarrassment, not knowing why, but staring back.

"... not earlier, I was just happy. See, you remember that? Oh, no, you don't remember Lato because he lost his mind then...?

"At that time...?

I lean my neck. I don't know what to say, but it's as much when I was passed out. I don't care when they say that, but when.

Nevertheless, it's not like I don't have any tips. If you recall your earlier conversation with Hannu and Karel, you can narrow the scene down.

"... Could it be when you fought Hercules on the 200th floor?

"Come on."

Hannu nodded at my confirmation.

"Just like I said. At that time, the concubine left everything to the rat to watch where the ornament would scratch... not every rat, but that's what I've always regretted."

My memory flashes back to the word "whenever," and my face gets hot. After the Volkling Circus, I let out my "regrets" and cried at Hannu.

"... so I'm not sure it's justified retaliation... but I'm really glad my concubine broke Karel's forbidden space. I fulfilled the snowflake at that time because I could call it a petition. I don't know... I don't know if I'm impressed..."

I guess I remembered how touched I was then. Again, tears seeped into both eyes of the twitch and Hannu.

It surprised me that that mighty Hanu made it so easy for me to see tears.

"Oh well... I cared...?

Honestly, I didn't think Hanu was sick of that time that far. Because I was supposed to protect Hannu, no matter what I thought then.

Reminds me. So whatever you think of that situation, it wasn't suitable for a type like Hanu. No, on the contrary, it was a security room with special specifications that even ordinary explorers could not break through.

The explorer industry is entering a new stage, as Ms. Villey said in front of the 'broadcaster' camera the other day. That is what brings us to a time when we cannot move forward without making use of even the supportive art formula that has hitherto been considered helpless, wasteful and useless.

Hercules, the keeper of the 200th layer of the Lunatic Babel, was precisely at the forefront of it.

That is why 'heresy' like me was able to triumph on that occasion.

When I revealed my surprise, Hannu pointed at her lips. Place your hands on your hips and tilt your torso forward, shifting, and closing your face.

"Of course not, silly thing. I think how much my concubine regretted that time. As you may not remember, after the battle, the concubine saw a worn out snail -"

That's about it, Hannu stopped her tongue abruptly. Shit, I just missed my gaze sideways with the look on my face, but I can't get the words to follow.

As it were for a few seconds, awkward silence flowed,

"- It's nothing. Never mind."

No, no, no. Rather, I've been very concerned. But I dared not say anything because I felt signs that I would be offended if I made an extra pursuit here.

"Anyway."

Hands up when Hannu regained her mind and somehow pinched my face from left to right. Close to the usual posture, but usually standing on my knees, Hannu also bends his back for that matter because I am completely down.

"See, I told you the other day?" My concubine will protect you. "Haven't you seen it or proved that it wasn't a lie? Hmm? What? I brought up the old things and said the bumps, but I would have actually done it right. Look, do you have anything to say to your concubine, Rat?

"Muggy......"

Hannu flaunts my cheek with a winning face. I still have in my roots what Hannu laughed at when he declared 'protect me' before.

I feel subtle and irrational, but raise my hands and gently attach them to Hannu's hand, which pinches my face.

But it's what Hanu is looking at me laughing at Niyaniya, so I, too, laughed,

"Yes, yes, okay, already. I'm sorry I laughed before this, huh? Thank you, Hanu. You're right."

I lowered my head honestly as I joked, and you finally satisfied me, Hannu took your hand off my cheek.

"Um, forgive me and send. Because the heart of the concubine is wide as heaven."

Put your hands on your hips again, humph, and Hanu with his chest up and a doya face.

Apparently, he's completely back on his feet already. You'd still need time if you were physically fit, but you just said you had enough energy.

If so, I'm still in the game right now. We need to talk about what we're going to do.

"- Hanu by the way, it's a different story."

And it was when I tried to change the subject.

From the entrance and exit sides of the building, the sound of jarri, and rubber soles chewing the sand was slightly heard.

"- Huh!?

A current ran on my spine and I stood up trying to jump from the cushion where I was sitting down. Of course, while removing Black Xuan (Ridil) and White Tiger (Flotty) from the hard point of the belt.

Hannu responded to my playable move without surprise. Quickly remove the fan-shaped remote control of the Zhengtian spirit symbol from the kimono's pocket, and look back behind you as you embody the talisman crystal - body by body towards the entrance and exit.

"... what is it, an enemy?

I gently shake my head to the side to ask Hannu to whisper. [M]

"Yeah, I don't know...... but obviously I heard someone walking. Sounds like he's trying to kill the signs, but that feels subtly sweet...?

It becomes doubtful because the signs you feel from the entrance and exit are shaking like a mirage.

…………

In the heightened tension, Hannu and I silently point our nerves.

I don't see him, but he is. I can see that. But I don't know the exact distance and direction. There are signs of ghosts somewhere, somewhat fortifying, or fading away.

"... Hannu, just in case, I need the automatic defense mode of the Zhongtian Spiritual Character..."

"I'm already doing it. There's no drain."

I don't know where it comes from. I tried to ask Hannu for an automatic defense just to be careful, and he assured me exactly along the way. The boulder is Hanu.

…………

Me and Hannu naturally moved back to back with each other, taking the form of an all-around alert. But when they show up, signs of disappearing repeat random movements as if dancing and not giving us a definitive response.

- That's crazy... what is this? There's definitely got to be someone... kind of dazzled...?

Speaking of which, I heard it from my master a long time ago. When there is something in the world that is a "hidden form". Those who excel in the art are treated as non-existent from the surroundings, even if they show up in public with dignity. Instead of being invisible, you think you're going into the blind spot of consciousness?

- What if there is such a master here...!?

This precarious and uncertain sign also has a point.

But when it comes to that measure - if you exclude something so unscrupulous, it equals nothing.

In the worst case scenario, if you could blow a whole area around here with Hannu's maximal surgery ceremony, it would be exhaustive, no matter how much you hide.

I would like to refrain from such overly active actions now in many ways. Because that's like declaring to the other players that Hannu and I are here. Too much danger.

- Then we just have to sense their location before they get close...!

I shut my eyelids out of the blue. [M] Keep it up, breathe slowly.

If you can't see it, it's useless to keep your eyes open.

In other words, you can't see because you're trying to see it. The opponent is killing signs to the extreme. I'm sure it won't be captured by the five senses. Then we must also increase our focus to the limit and sense it beyond the five senses.

Remember, how I felt then.

When I once avoided Mr. Villey's unintended, super-fast thrust. When Romnick found out what he was thinking was in his hands. When I gained certainty about Howell's existence hidden in the bush.

- "Sharpen your intuition like it was then -!

――――

"Absolute Square" suddenly became a sea with viscous surrounding time as soon as it entered the concentration zone (zone), which was no better than when using it.

In my subjectivity, the flow of time approaches an unlimited halt.

The sound of sound disappears, and when only I am left out of the world, I am left alone.

Ultimate state of concentration.

Nothing can happen to the world of moments, moments of transparency - but I'm there, feeling a great deal uncomfortable.

There's [something] - I don't know, there's [someone].

Now I know clearly. The sign is - rear.

While alerting to all directions, our consciousness was still mostly directed to the entrance and exit of the building. But [he] was in the opposite direction, as behind it.

――

I don't believe it. I can't believe all of that was bluff, even though the signs were drifting around near the entrance and exit all the time. Until just now, my senses become unbelievable.

"- Huh...!

As soon as possible, time poured out at once. I look back in the direction where the signs are confirmed, as they were played. [M]

What jumped into my sight was the appearance of an almost blackened young man.

"... whoa? Oh... what, they've already noticed? This guy is amazing..."

When he stood in the corner of Hannu's room with me, on the wall, he looked me in the eye and then chilled badly.

"Oh, are you......!?

It was a face I knew. Thick black hair, slightly drooling blue eyes. The design of the battle coat stained in pitch-black is similar to that of Mr. Villey and the others, Noble Prominence Nights, the Knights of Pale Red Flames.

"Je, mr. jet, is...!?

Yes, he was Mr. Project, with the alias "NPK" executive "Cartesian Third" and "Lacquered Knight (Libertus Ex)".

"Yo, you look good. Best of all, you two."

In response to my dismayed voice, he unbuckled the arm he had been putting together, raising one hand and greeting him softly. It is an attitude that I do not think will be taken by humans who have sneaked up to nearby with very disappearing signs.

Nica, the smiling face is slightly refreshing, and nothing hostile or harmful feels fine dust. But there's plenty of chance that it's a bluff. There's no way a man without malice can come near you hiding who he is.

"... I didn't expect you to sneak up on me with Kosokoso, you rude bastard. Lato, it's" black ". Don't be alarmed."

Hannu, who turned to Mr. Jet late for me, caged his magical powers in the fan-shaped remote control and sparkled the sparkling crystal of the talisman floating around him. It's a combat attitude that can be quickly attacked at any time.

When I look over Mr. Project's head after he tells me, I do have an icon floating around that indicates that he is a 'black' team.

No longer in doubt, he was our enemy.

"Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait."

When I stepped out in front of Hannu and inspired SEAL, Mr. Jekt pulled his back off the wall like he was in a panic and raised his hands.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I had a bad taste in peeping. Look, you're right, I apologize. So once you get settled in here, I guess?

Raise your palms to a higher position than your head, Mr. Project, who claims to be irresistible. There's a cynical grin on that face, and I can't really see the heart of it.

Besides, if I'm not mistaken, he's the same fighter (purist) as Mr. Rosé. Being on foot does not mean being defenseless.

I couldn't be alarmed.

"-Don 't lose your word. And the trespasses shall be enemies of the concubines. That's why he came in here hiding. It's only natural to see one thing in your belly."

Hannu relentlessly refuses. Because her words speak for my inner self, I silently pointed the tip of the light blade (Photon Blade) at Mr. Jet.

"Oh, I knew it? I knew it would happen? Well, it will. - Yeah, you know what?"

Mr. Jet shows us a plain attitude when the dust doesn't lift our guard. Alone, haha, and laughed,

"But? - Look, you guys can't imitate a sudden attack on an irresistible opponent, can you? Hmm?"

I said it with my hands up, what a well innocent face.

Honestly, it makes me giddy.

Sure, I thought Mr. Jet might be right. In fact, if we have identified Mr. Project as an 'enemy', we should have already launched an attack.

But until I'm sure of the veracity of his words - the thought is somewhere, and I can't stop at the start of the fight. I felt that the psyche had been seen through.

"Then think about it in the opposite position. What would I do if I were you guys? I am alone with my people. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Very concerned. I want to kill the signs for a little while, get close, see what's going on - don't you think? You'd think. Hey, you should think. Absolutely."

With strange certainty, Mr. Jet tells him to sing. I don't know what to say, but even though I don't have a big relationship, it's like knowing all about me and Hannu.

…………

Regrettably, me and Hannu can't move as Mr. Jet said. Somewhere in my heart, I am convinced of what he says.

"If they're dangerous, let's just get out of here. Otherwise - let's talk for a second, that's what I thought. Is that so bad? No, that's a bad thing. Yeah, sorry. I've told you so many times, I don't think it's a good idea what I was fucking up about. I certainly wasn't being polite. Apologize as much as you want. So what? Why don't you just listen to me? If it was anything, you could have taken more distance. Don't worry about that, will you? Huh?"

That said, Mr. Jet walked out like a crab with his hands up. Slowly, slowly, keep your eyes open with us.

"I'm on that side here too - oh, the guys from Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb). If it was them, we'd be moving somewhere else soon. But, look, that's it. What a" brave Beowulf "time I ran into Princess Xiaolong. So, you guys are on my side in a broad sense, aren't you? Even if we're enemy allies now in the game setup, we're supposed to be friends exploring hand to hand. Don't you?"

"Huh..."

It just got a little gusty. That's true, if you ask me. "Noble Prominence Nights, the Knights of Pale Red Flame," to which we originally belonged, belonged to BVJ (Bullish Violet Jokers) and Project, is now in alliance.

Now we're fighting divided into 'black' and 'white', but that's just a story on the game. In principle, the fact that Mr. Project is on our side has not changed itself.

"So what? Okay? He said he'd been listening for a while."

That said, I slowly moved my legs and decided to respond to Mr. Project, who was taking a distance from us.

…………

After all the trouble, I turn my gaze to Hannu behind me. She was filling the fan-shaped remote control with surgical power to make it shine smeary, observing that she would continue what Mr. Jet had done on the top of the Buddha, but eventually,

"... okay. If it's just talk, I'll listen to you. Tell me."

Mr. Jet stopped walking crabs to Hanu, who told him in a hard voice. Pleasantly open your mouth,

"Alright, thank you, Princess Xiaolong's lady. Oh, well, excuse me for a second."

Expressing gratitude, it was quick, or I sat around on the spot.

"... what are you doing, naughty"

Hannu's voice resembles that of a faraway lightning strike Mr. Jekt, who lowered his back as a matter of course.

"Hmm? No, what's standing talkin 'about? Look, you guys didn't care. Sit down. Sit down. Unlike me, I have a proper seat and cushion. Oh, it's okay, don't worry about me."

Needless to say, Hanu's 'What are you doing' contained a 'Are you kidding me or are you making fun of me' nuance, but Mr. Jet flushed it out in a really mild way whether he was aware of it or not.

Somehow, Mr. Ashley, Mr. Zelda, Julius, and Cartesian Third face are just people who really have both a one- and a two-habit. I had to say that the rumor that 'all four have several head screws off' flowing in the alley was apparently true.

- Or maybe we all have something in common [not listening to people], good or bad...?

Speaking of which, my boss, Mr. Villey, might have one of those places, but what a corner of your head to think about.

"... lato"

Kuck, and he pulled the hem of the battle jacket from behind. Looking back, Hannu looks up at me with what he has said.

"... oh, yeah, I get it"

Soon after I understood what she was looking for, I went back to the leisure seat I had just laid with my double sword and lowered my back over the cushion. I don't imitate Mr. Jet, but I gently aggravate him.

"Uhm."

Hannu nodded heavily, still walking over to the leisure seat, but dropping her little butt on my lap instead of the cushion. As it fitted perfectly into my nose, he placed my chest on the back of my seat and kept my weight.

As Hannu moved, the Guardian Crystal of the Zhengtian Spiritual Charm, which was floating in the universe, also came this way. The twelve crystal spheres in automatic defense mode drift fluffily around us and enter a standby state to be able to erupt at any time if anything happens.

…………

And, for some reason, Mr. Project is solidifying his eyes round. Looks like you're staring at this one, but what's wrong?

"And what's the story? If that's the case, is it beneficial for the concubines?

The queen sitting on the throne whilst Hannu twitches. In the meantime, Mr. Jet blinked as if he'd woken from a dream,

"- Oops, he was. He was. Sorry, I couldn't help but notice. I heard from Mr. Villey, you guys are really close, aren't you?

I finally realized what his gaze was going to say to Niyanya and Mr. Project, who looked at me again.

If you ask me, me and Hannu are too stuck together now, no matter how anyone sees it. And I've barely had a conversation, almost in front of the first person I've met. I'm suddenly embarrassed, and I don't know what to do, but if I can't get away from you here, Hanu will get angry? What a thought,

"Of course not. Concubines and Rats are the best and only best friends in the world. To this extent, it's just a daily tea meal."

Hannu in grumpy mode still made a grand affirmation with his chest stretched. I can't leave you with this.

"Ha, that's more than anything. - Well, shall we get down to business then? To tell you the truth, I came close to exchanging information with you guys.

"Information… Exchange…?

While I was nostalgic for Hannu's temperature, I repeated the unexpected words that came out of Mr. Jekt's mouth.

"Yes, exchange of information. Of course, about this game.

Mr. Jet nods and laughs niggly.

"Do you mean exactly what I told you?" You guys just need to listen. I'll leave it up to you to believe it or not. Anyway, I'll tell you what I got so far about this game, so you guys just take it. What do you say? "

"... uh... is that...?

"What good are you? Say your soul and guts."

When I tipped my neck, Hannu cut straight into the stand-alone.

Yes. Needless to say, information is one of the key assets. Depending on how you use it, you can actually reap a variety of benefits. Yet as an explorer, it's a good place to go out of common sense to drool it for free.

"Even if they say soul guts...... can't you trust what I'm saying if you don't listen to him? No, well, you can't. Yeah, that's right. I know."

Mr. Jekt, who scratched his cheeks with Polypoli as troubled, asked the question alone and answered it alone, put his arms together and convinced himself to snort deeply.

I don't know, this unique tempo. It feels kind of strange, like I miss it somewhere.

"- Right, yeah, okay. At this point, shall I smash it? Actually, I'm working for Karellen's husband."

I'm looking lightly at Mr. Project trying to show off his card in hand early.

"- Honestly, I don't have enough hands. I can't help but say that I have no choice but to say that I am understaffed. As far as I'm concerned, I just want to get more people, and if that's hands-on like you guys, I have no complaints at all. If I told you that I borrowed a hand from the brave Beowulf and Princess Xiaolong, Karelren's husband might be surprised... but you can't be hungry on your back, can you? Don't you think the world is sometimes weighed more than quality?

"It's tough, you know. Make a point."

A hurried Hannu questioned the rhetoric of Mr. Jekt, who stroked near the core, with a hard voice.

Or maybe that's what Mr. Jet was after.

"What the hell did you blow into Karel? What's he up to? What are you going to use your concubines for?"

Mr. Jet's blue eyes sparkled at Hannu, who repeated the query early in the arrow succession.

At this moment, I felt - oh, this, you fell into surgery.

"Well done. You heard me, Princess Xiaolong's lady. So-so, that. Oh, I'll tell you something first, don't ask me for an off-the-record from here? For once, the premise is to proceed in secrecy."

Refreshingly laughing, "The eyes of the Lacquered Knight shine with a brilliant light.

The wrinkles on Hannu's brow root increased even more to Mr. Project, who only keeps taking care of him. Around the point of getting this far in front of Hannu, Mr. Jet is not afraid of her, who is called "The God of Destruction (Dj Destroyer)" "The Great King of Terror (Megaserion)".

You took our silence as an affirmation, and after a beat, Mr. Jet spoke out.

First, Ohon, with a deliberate cough, foreshadowed.

"I was asked by Karellen's husband - [to explore the real strategy of this game]."

"? of this game..."

"Real tactics, then?

I didn't mean to say anything unexpected, but we parroted it back.

Hannu and I, we'll see each other in the face.

"Um, is that...?

What does that mean? On the question, Mr. Jet repeated, yeah, yeah. Pasi, and beat his own thigh,

"I know, I know, that's what I thought at first. What are you talking about, this guy? Like that. Until just now, I just thought this game was a showdown between us and the Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb) guys. As a result, my husband's concerns were more correct."

Wow. This guy is criticizing his boss in front of us with vegetables. Could that be what the alias "Knight of the Statue of Liberty" means...?

"Whoa, that's bad. I missed the point. Shall we talk in chronological order? First of all, I got a request from my husband just before this game started."

Mr. Jet did one hand to his throat, and, um, regulated his voice.

"- Project, I want you to act alone and explore the real tactics of this game. I have a bad feeling about it. Doesn't look like it anymore, but still, this is inside the Lunatic Babel. I honestly don't even think a simple game will start. Ten, eighty-nine, there's got to be something behind it. I want you to explore it. I mean, for better or worse, you [don't join] this game. Find out what you're after from outside the game."

Do you intend to imitate Mr. Karel's voice? Mr. Jekt, who talks to sing in a slightly lower voice in good spirits.

"- What? You look like this and I'm hired, too." The Lacquered Black Knight (Libertus Ex.) "But it's not like he's completely free of boulders. If you don't obey what you say, you'll be scared later. So so far, I'm not talking about 'black' or 'white', if you say so, think of me as a 'grey (grey)' team. For once, there's a 'black' mark on my head, in a direction I don't care about."

Shit, I'm saying a hell of a lot for you, but does Mr. Jet realize that himself? Somehow, I've probably never seen anyone jump out to 'outside the rules' so light. He's like the opposite of Mr. Ashley, who belongs to the same Knights.

"… and you say that you can also be a concubine or rat in that 'gray'"

To Hannu's words, Mr. Jet cleverly asks him to close one eye.

"Yes, you see. That's a quick and helpful story, young lady. I can't do such a big job on a boulder by myself. I need your help. I don't know, allies, I think it's more meaningful than fighting a barren battle... what about there?

I'm just a little distracted by that invitation. Indeed, no matter how many Eija-sponsored games, it doesn't feel good to argue between allies. Whatever Howell and his "Explorer Hunt" opponents are, the "Black" team has Mr. Rose and Flim. Well, that one came at me with no hesitation or abatement - and that's it, because it's a game, so I can say I have no choice.

Nevertheless.

"Um, but... as soon as that Karel started the game, I think we cut the lid of the battle between the allies...?

I ask Mr. Jet what I feel uncomfortable about.

In retrospect, who was the origin of the earlier fuss, Mr. Karel? He took the initiative to stir up the 'black' team, and the Flim and Rosé who took it all went into battle mode at once.

Would someone who thinks there's a back in this game instruct us to attack so relentlessly?

"Come on. Lato's right. If Karel was about to lay down his life, why did he start the fight first? Isn't that contradictory?"

Hannu also seems to have agreed, poking the sword of mention at Mr. Jet with eyes of different colors.

Yes, it is. On second thought, Mr. Karel acted strangely then. If you think about it normally, it's an unexpected irregular that team splitting was random. Shouldn't that place have calmed everyone on the spot and calmly worked out measures, rather than stirring up team members?

Even so, Mr. Karel loudly named me as his top priority goal, and he came at me with no hesitation. I was quite surprised at the time, but when I think back again, I get a different kind of surprise.

- Karel had some doubts about the rules of this game from the start...? That's why I was giving instructions to Mr. Jet to take a different course of action... but what the hell is the reason Karel has been so aggressive in the game...?

I don't know. I just don't understand what Mr. Karel is thinking. But if we needed our help, we would have had a consultation beforehand - and no, what if we didn't tell Mr. Carrell's boss, Mr. Villey, in the first place...?

"I don't care what you think of Karel's behavior, Tsuji doesn't fit. Explain what that means."

I'm not going to pull it off until I hear it and convince myself - the sound of Hannu caged with such determination.

Such a sharp tongue, but Mr. Jet smiles.

"Uh, that one. I've been watching from afar too... Yeah, well, that was terrible."

Ha ha, and laugh off like any other HR. but you reconsidered that it was too light shortly afterwards, waving one hand in front of your face to delude you,

"No, no, but did you have a good idea about him, too? Look, you guys know you're not the husband who does that for no reason, right?

I don't know why, but I guess it's also some convincing amazing reason anyway - Mr. Project's mouthfeel was filled with such trust in Mr. Karel.

…………

Me and Hannu gaze silently.

It's not Mr. Karel acting funny for no reason - yes, for better or worse, we just have to snort at the word.

Not that we've known each other for a long time, but I and Hannu both know who Mr. Karel is. I'm not a bad person. That is certain.

But at the same time, I can predict this.

Perhaps the moment the game begins, this is a great opportunity to see if the forbidden space by "Yugdrasil Hvergelmir" works for me and Hannu - didn't Karel think so? Didn't you calculate that far in that moment? That possibility must not be zero -.

"I'm sure Karellen's husband's behavior is the result of a lot of thinking. It's always hard to think about things in terms of praise, that guy. Trust me around here. I could have told you, brother-in-law."

"... Hmm..."

In the end, the inconsistency in Mr. Karel's behaviour cannot be resolved on this occasion - Hannu, who so decided, tried to breathe small and say something.

but faster than that,

"By the way, boy, you're losing your HP, right? Do you have any food?

"What?"

Eat face to face with Mr. Jet's abrupt change of subject. Sure, my HP is quite low due to various things, but how does that relate to food?

Mr. Jet laughed when he showed me his teeth. [M]

"Whoa, you don't seem to know. Well, then, this guy is information on the arrangements. Hidden rules of this game part one. Eating food restores your HP. Remember, there's nothing to lose."

"Hidden rules?

Hannu reacted instantly to the unheard word.

Is it true that there is still something besides the rules that Eija is presenting? No, if you ask me, I do think that's probably possible.

"Oh, to tell the truth, confirmation around there is one of my jobs. It was only to send a message to Mr. Operator that he had gone far without attending the festival alone. So, do you have food? I'll split mine if you like."

Bright, vibrant red-purple - magenta light converges on Mr. Project's right hand wrapped around his hand. I quickly found out it was the excess light (overlay) of the Ginnungagap protocol. What was thus removed from storage was a confectionery bread wrapped in a clear plastic bag.

"Unbread and milk would be nice, I'll hem some."

That said, now materialize a square milk pack on your left.

Needless to say, it's common knowledge of explorers to carry food in times of need, like the cans and instant noodles I store in storage.

But that 's-- oh, my God, more importantly, milk.

For once, foods stored in SEAL storage, which are data generated by the Ginnungagap protocol, are in a state where time has almost stopped and there is no need to worry about spoilage. It goes away - but what you don't know what's going to happen is that it's called exploration.

For example, if there are too many components or artifacts obtained during exploration, those that are not immediately required may be removed from storage and replaced. At that time, the representative to be replaced is an emergency meal.

So, anyway, if Ampan was carrying milk or something as an emergency food, that's when the injury would go on. Even though time stops like a frozen state while the data is being converted, that's why I'm still choosing "unharmed" things like cans and instant noodles for an emergency diet.

"Yes, no, fine. I still have emergency food too..."

I'm going to make a grand recommendation, so I'm sure it won't be a problem, but I'm still subtly resistant. I politely refused. [M]

"Oh, yeah? It's just that this kind of thing favors something you can eat right away. I have to recover during battle when I have to. Is everything all right over there, boy?

"Ah..."

When they say that, yes. When I say something I can eat right in my hand, it's only about dry bread. How many more would there have been?

"Lato, the emergency food would have been eaten the other day. What's going on with the rest?

Hannu also wondered, looking up at this one gently and asking. I twist past memories and count them in my head. [M]

"Uh... about ten more instant noodles and maybe twenty dried breads? About six cans of meat, and about five more cans of fruit...?

"- What!? Lato, did you still keep five hidden?!?

"Wow!? This is loud. Loud. Hanu!?

My heart jumps with tremendous momentum because Hannu suddenly yells at me with a pressing voice. hastily blocked her mouth with both hands,

"Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!

seal off an appeal I'm not sure what you're talking about.

After a while, you realize the foolishness of making a call that doesn't get through here, Hanu stops talking, but looks at me with an upright jito eye. quieter, so I let go of my hand softly, with a suppressed eye whisper,

"... I'm not listening. Wasn't it just canned peaches? I thought you said that was the last one. You beat up your best friend's concubine."

"I didn't want to, I didn't want to. Because canned peaches really were the last one, and the others are like Micah and Pineapple......!

I didn't lie, but it's also true that I didn't give out any extra information, so I panic and excuse myself in a whisper. Mmm, and Hanu stuck his lips out, but I guess he remembered it was in public.

"... well, we'll talk about that later. I'll be sure to talk to you later. All right, never."

I put that aside and turned to Mr. Jet. This is probably the flow they tell you to offer all the fruit-based cans later. What I carry is only an emergency meal, not a delicious meal... don't be afraid, it's Hannu's sweetheart.

"Let's get back to it, please. You said checking the rules was part of the job. What does that mean?"

When I undone the hips of the hugely broken story, Mr. Jet opened the package of ampoules he had removed earlier and put his mouth on it.

Mog mogs and a tickle of chewing,

"Thank you. It means the same thing. During yesterday's meeting, there were a few rules you couldn't check, right? I contacted the operation again and got confirmation. That's one of the ways I recovered my HP."

Exactly now, Mr. Project, who is eating and restoring his HP, sucked on the straw of the milk pack once there.

Speaking of which, I recall. Apart from "Communication between Allies", which I just confirmed to Ayja, there were a number of questions about refusal to respond. their texts uniformly,

"Currently non-responsable. You can answer after the game starts."

It was unified with that. In other words, if you ask me after the game starts, I'll tell you, but until then, I'll never tell you - it was a state of affairs.

I was also concerned about this because I thought, 'You should ask after the game starts if you need something,' and I'm sure others did.

But as you know, it's that mess right after the start. That thought must have blown out of anyone's mind.

"Maybe Karellen's husband was also thinking about the possibility of [this] happening. I'm guessing that's why you instructed me to move away from the front and check the details of the rules. I said," Explore the real tactics of this game. "

Though there is a word for jihadist conspiracy (Shinji Bo), how far on earth does Mr. Karel foresee it? Truly, he is the one who cannot know the bottom.

"So I sent a message to the operation with the questions I had stocked right after the game started. While I was waiting for your reply, you guys had a riot wrapped up and this guy was always scattered - so... All right, let's get back to it."

Pan, and gently slapped his hands together, Mr. Jet repeated similar words as earlier.

"Nonetheless, I'll disclose the hidden rules I just got, so you guys just have to listen to it. Believe it or not, you're free, but if you think it's beneficial at all, you can help me."

Oh, and one hand forward, Mr. Project, pressing us to make a choice. When did the ampoule in his hand disappear into his stomach and the milk pack was also snagged in Bekobeko.

Regardless, there is no way I can shake hands because of the relative distance away. The hand I reached out to was only, 'What do you say? I walked over, didn't I?' I guess it's a pose. Above all, an invincible look and attitude tells it so unspeakably.

"Wait a minute."

Hannu similarly protruded his right palm forward to build a wall though. Keep looking back and whispering at me.

"Lato, what do you think of your meat?

I thought a little and whispered back as well.

"When I say whether this is a trap or not... I don't think it's a trap. But..."

"Mm-hmm. Oh man, I still have something to hide. My concubine agrees."

The pale and golden eyes of Hannu, looking up at this one, dwell the light of certainty. Mr. Jet may be well intentioned to be oblivious, but he is still somewhere suspicious.

"Well, let's see if we can uncover the area."

Skipping the main part and communicating with the eye contact, Hannu turned to Mr. Jekt again.

"Fine. If it's just a story, I'll listen to it. Don't hesitate to receive information from us."

To Hannu's reply, Mr. Jet just rings his finger.

"Okay, bye-"

"Well, check before you do."

Hannu's sharp tongue, however, took control of his foreman, who was about to say something as it was.

Pittari, and to Mr. Jekt, who stopped moving, Hannu cuts straight into it.

"This is a concubine's prediction, but Karel, don't you think it's working [after this game]?

…………

In response to Hannu's inquiry, Mr. Jet returned a slight but silent response. At that moment, I get the certainty that it's a picture star.

If you don't know what the question means, it makes sense to lean your neck first. But the fact that I couldn't say it back with a little rigidity...

"Again. Anyway, I would have thought:"

With his eyes slightly open and mouth shut, Hannu points to a numbness at the tip of the fan-shaped remote control of the Zhongtian spiritual symbol removed from the pocket.

"Before this game on Oshima started - did Ayja and I say 'qualifying'? There was supposed to be a rule that the losers in that qualifying round would be forced to be 'absolutely obedient to the winner'. Does Karel care about that?

――

Behind Hanu, who interacts with Mr. Jet, I tip my neck.

Speaking of which, Ayja just said something similar. Qualifying - calling that battle against the floormaster class a qualifying round is more than a little resistant - so the opponent I put down, that is to me Howell Roberts, the leader of The Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb), says that the rules apply to him, and it doesn't matter if the team is' white 'or' black ', it can be absolutely subjugated.

But that's only a qualifying story. I don't think this has anything to do with the game.

"... you'll notice, I knew it. Yeah, well, if you hit it, you hit it, and if it comes off, it's off, lady."

Did you realize the foolishness of defending yourself on this occasion, Mr. Minority Jet admitted to losing? I deliberately flaunt my shoulders, haha, and exhale a great sigh.

"... what do you mean"

"I didn't hear that story from Karellen's husband, either. So this is just my prediction... well, [JUST]. I think so too. I guess my husband cares about it."

Penetrated against an ambiguous response, Mr. Jekt nodded at Hannu's words after building a breakwater that was' nothing but his own guess'.

"Even in the qualifying round, the loser has become a slave to the winner. So, what happens if we lose this real race? You can't imagine what kind of penalty you could impose, can you?

You're doing great, Mr. Jet. Keep your palms above your head.

"If so, yes. As for our cold-blooded sharp" ice spear, "I want to keep the risk of extending to Nights as low as possible. For this, it is desirable that the team you own wins that is the most crisp in Knights. At least if I'm on the winning team, I'm confident I'll do something about whatever guy is on the 'Explorer Hunt (Red Ram)' side and whatever penalties are imposed on the losers - I guess that's how I thought about it, maybe."

How long will Mr. Karel and Mr. Jet be dating? I don't think it's as long as Mr. Karel and Mr. Villey on the boulder, but I guess it's still quite an intermission. Maybe, but at the same time, his tone sounded oddly confident.

"Stuck," if you don't know what kind of penalty you're going to eat, there's no harm in winning for now. "- Like what? Boy, I guess I got to drop you first like that. I don't know how you feel. Especially since you two are literal [jokers]."

That said, Mr. Jet stares at me and Hannu's face. It's kind of an inclusive gaze. Anyway, do I realize that Hannu is a god...?

"- Nevertheless. There's got to be something I can't help but think about something too immediate. Otherwise, you wouldn't give me directives like this, would you? That husband is a good man to hold contradictory things. I don't think it's worth trying to find out."

Finally, Mr. Jet seemed to have a lid on this story. Reach your arms back and disengage by shifting your center of gravity. It's like being in your own room.

"... okay. I'm not good at it, but I guessed the situation. Let's hear your story."

Deciding that there was no more belly searching, this time Hanu shook his neck vertically.

Mr. Jet then fishes up one side of his lips and carves an ironic grin into his mouth.

"... at all, Karellen's husband is on guard. You look like kids, but the contents are monsters you don't know how to handle, you two. I thought I would cry the year after year, and the beauty of my head was losing my adult face. Too little grasping. I don't mean to pry, but who the hell are you?"

For Christ's sake, Mr. Jekt stretched his spine with his torso forward, not proceeding with his pursuit of us as declared, but returning to the main point.

"- I know you understand, but this game is clogging, inviting our [mutual discussion]. I don't know what soul guts are, but the master of this game seems to be quite mean. Like Karellen's husband. Okay. If you want to ride on it, but you don't, you should probably get out of his thoughts. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

If it is so clearly asserted, what I was desperately fighting for until just now is a little empty, but what Mr. Jet says can't be said back just because he's wearing the truth.

"Besides, this guy's just an intuition... there's still got to be [something]. I don't know what I'm good at - so, hell, [something that's not even Rokuro]. Aren't you familiar with that place, boy?

I nodded reflexively when I was questioned by Mr. Project, who turned my eyes into something serious. I don't know, swallow the saliva.

It's nothing to say for yourself, but it's no exaggeration to say that I know the best about the spiciness of this Lunatic Babel. I'll tell you as many times as I can, how tough the hell it has been for you. It's not something you can count no matter how many fingers you have.

"Nonetheless, where is the 'essence' of this game? I won't start talking about not exploring that. But conversely, as long as GM (Gamemaster) knew what he was after, he said he'd see the 'goal' of this game first and foremost. Don't you?"

Somewhat frozen and asked for his consent, Mr. Jekt probably didn't expect a response or anything. A gentle tap on his knee with one hand as it was changed his voice to something bright.

"- Well, that's the end of the story. Bad. Uh, I don't know what it was... oh, yeah, rules. Hidden rules. All right, I'll explain everything, so look at this guy first."

Referring to the previous story, Mr. Project made a single AR screen appear from his "SEAL". As it is, start describing the strings that line the screen.

Unexpectedly, Hannu, in my nostalgia, whispered in a very small voice. Without a glance at this one,

"... Lato, don't pull it out. I don't know where lies lurk. Because you can't trust me from the head."

The only voice I could hear was a covert warning. [M]

Honestly, I've been feeling a little inclined to believe in Mr. Jet so far, and I get my spine stretched out like I've been showered with cold water.

Yes, don't be alarmed. Polarity, Mr. Jekt himself could be a big trap in itself. If he's bad, he's here. He's fake, and there's a good chance he's Ayja's assassin.

…………

Don't close your suspicious eyes. I just got caught off guard the other day and snatched my dear friend (Hanu).

I raised one hand and slapped him gently to stroke Hannu's head. Okay, Hannu nods slightly as he pulls his jaw at the behavior he feels.

From there, I made my ears clear on the "hidden rules" of Mr. Project's game, and I concentrated my consciousness.