Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The apparent age is around the twenties or thirties, the elf's characteristic green blonde hair is long, holding down Cricket Valley (temples) in a clerical outfit, and advancing to this side with an indescribable expression.

The person looked more familiar to me - than Arian's father, Dylan.

On the other hand, Arian, who until earlier had tightened up the two gatekeepers in a generous shape, has his shoulders smaller and looks like a bumpy face, like a child where pranks were found.

"Ha, what does this mean? I can't believe you're making such a mess in other places."

Dylan sighs loudly and talks like a man, but I can see that his voice contains quiet anger.

In the meantime, I thought I'd give Arian a help boat, and at the time I tried to speak up, someone else besides myself was controlling its destinations to speak up to Dylan.

"Wait, please! It's not all her fault!

It was one slightly tough-faced Elf warrior who rushed into the circle of noise.

The sword lowered to his waist on the leather armor used, his hair short, and the man who had an insensitive mustache on his chin was a man wrapped around an atmosphere different from that of an elf statue he could imagine himself.

Dylan looked back at him and turned his gaze towards Arian before turning his gaze back at him again.

"She told you to ask for a message and even though she told them it, she tried to ignore it with a smile on her face! I can't admire the power they appealed to, but their attitude was like embarrassing themselves as a hometown."

In that appeal he was thrown a gavel that would be in tune with others who were gathered around him.

Arian sees such a sight as something unexpected, blinking her eyes several times and perplexing.

The age of the Elves is not very fine to discern, but both the barren mustache warrior who sheltered Arian and those in the other interior who synchronized with him appeared relatively younger than the Gatekeeper's pair.

I heard that the inside of the drant is a closed inside that hates the Fae, and I guess it is, but it doesn't seem like it makes sense that everyone has the same idea -.

"Ok, let's just believe what he has to say and ask why he's back in here now?

Dylan, who once coughed up and blew the air earlier, asked Arian, who was watching what happened, why he had come back here again.

So she scratched the story of the great army of immortals (undead) that were ravaging the Kingdom of Salma, which she learned in the Northern Kingdom, and told Dylan.

Having finished listening to the whole story, he immediately runs his gaze around after meditating in silence for a while.

Arian wasn't talking so loud, but this is in the eary elves.

I get a glimpse of some of the people who are far-flung this one and show reactions that they can't believe it.

That won't do. Until I saw the countless immortals (undead) swarming the city walls of that king's capital myself, there was only a slight realization that the figure of 100,000 was not a grand estimate.

Dylan often looked at Arian and asked the bearded man earlier for the care of the two gatekeepers, and he also turned to this one he had been watching.

"This is going to be a big deal if we don't keep this well known and taken care of quickly. Arian, Ark, you're both coming with me. After you meet one of the elders of my acquaintance... we'll have to ask him to hold a rally."

That's what I'm saying. No, Dylan was walking inside with his back to this side.

Myself and Arian decided to follow him very hard after a lot of gazing.

The first one headed was a slightly larger house near the outside of the drant.

It was an elf man in his thirties or so who Dylan summoned the family of the house and showed up at the door.

With supple muscles that fit under simple clothing, a slightly manly face, only the right ear of the long ear, which is also characteristic of the Elves, is about half a length short.

He had a look reminiscent of a warrior in all his history.

There was an introduction from Dylan, who named him Sergei für Drunt.

When he lured himself into the house, which would be his home, he followed the word to let us go through a somewhat spacious living room and sit properly.

Ponta is sitting by the window, looking out from there and waving her tail.

There are three elders in this drant, and apparently he's one of them.

I've known Dylan, the elder of Laratoia, for a long time, and he told me that it was this Serge who also nominated him as a broker when he asked Canada for the rescue inside this one.

"There are so many bigots in our midst, you can't ask someone to burn with friction."

Serge says that and sees him laugh on his shoulder, and Dylan mourns remembering how Glennis was when he told him that he had decided to talk about this one, "I'm in a bad mood because of my wife," he said.

But I immediately regained my mind and returned the story that was out of line to this one.

"No, that's fine now. First of all, we need to deal with this in the future."

Serge also nodded and responded to Dylan's words.

"Sure. In the meantime, let me summon the other elders and start the rally immediately. You'll both be there, but it'll help if you don't break out like you did at the gate."

Arian tries to argue anything with Serge's words, but he leaves the room immediately, leaving him with a mild laugh, saying, "Please be at home for a while".

Dylan, who had dropped him off like that, woke up the back he had kept on the couch he had placed in the living room and turned that gaze into something serious and turned back to Arian.

"Now, by the time he gets back, can you tell me more about how you've been so far? Perhaps, but there are not many means left to take this inside this time. I guess we'll abandon this place and move to Canada, or we'll call reinforcements from Canada to fight and win."

Dylan looked difficult and zeroed, but smiled as if he had raised his face and regained his mind.

"It's just a good condition for working with people. As a matter of fact, even the Kingdom of Rhoden and the Grand Duchy of Limburt are moving in the direction of banning the illegal enslavement of the people of Yamano."

Arian revealed his surprise emotions in the words of Dylan, returning his gavel, both to himself and to his surprise.

"Is that true?

"Oh, that's an odd encounter."

"Not at all. I had no idea that something was going on with me personally poking this condition at the country and making me drink it..."

To Dylan's bitter smile, I honestly bowed my head.

"No, well, we'll see that things have accelerated here, and we'll adjust things to how well they're doing in the Grand Presbyterian Church of Canada. Originally, this move was an attempt by the Elves to support a nation that embraces the Fae and stop the overall trend of Fae exclusion on this continent."

Speaking of which, Dylan was going out to the Kingdom of Rhoden and so on until recently, and it was only the realization that something was going on, but I didn't know he was doing that.

I nodded unexpectedly and many times, and as I put my thoughts to the outlook ahead, Arian looked at this one with a slight eye from the side.

"I don't know, I feel like I'm nibbling..."

I tried caressing her face unexpectedly on what she said, but there was just the usual cold helmet feel, and I turned my surprise gaze at her that there was no way I could tell the look on her face.

"Ark, your emotional signs are easy to understand, aren't they? So, what were you imagining?

And I read through the thoughts on this side and showed her a good face, with all the surrender and all the shoulders.

"I wasn't thinking of anything big, was I? I simply imagined a future in which people, elves, beasts and many other races lived throughout the city. I hope so."

The fantasy world I imagine.

I simply hoped that it would be fun to have a world where many races live together to help each other out, a future that would come out of stories like that.

Arian and Dylan, having heard their thoughts like that, were grinning zero after their gaze at each other.

"Sure, that's a dream story. Not right now, Ark, but I'm sure the terms you offered the country will be a step forward."

Succeeding to Dylan's such words with a soft grin, Arian sighs small.

"Then I knew I'd have to have both Northern Kingdom and Blanier territory left behind."

"Well, first the persuasion inside this drant,"

Show your agreement with Arian and turn your consciousness to the rally that would be held after this.

Seeing themselves like that, Dylan answered with an optimistic look.

"You can rub it a little bit, but with Serge and his supporters, we should be able to hold this place down. So did Rhoden and Blanier, but I'm guessing it's time for a change here."

That being said, Dylan broke his rapport after seeing Ponta's innocent sleeping face in the sun by the window.