Skeleton Knight, in Another World

The next day, the early morning when the sun began to peek into his face from the eastern mountains.

What you can see in front of you now is the temple of transfer inside Laratoia.

Like Dylan's mansion, it is a building formed by a great tree, with splendid branches stretching out in all directions as you raise your gaze to shed shadows that sway beneath it.

Ponta riding herself and over her head in front of such a shrine, to Arian, who is still biting down her absences, and to Dylan, the elder in this room, who is also the guide to where she is going today.

Chiyome was a Yamano people, so he couldn't get permission to enter the forest capital of Maple, and left a message here with Grenis.

Upon entering the temple of the transfer, it had a tall blowout structure, and several columns were provided to support it in order to maintain its space.

A circular stage is arranged in the center of that space, where intricate and strange magic formations are depicted, and the formations themselves are lit in light and at their feet.

When an elf man and Dylan tell him something that he is the caretaker of the Transfer Temple, and then immediately move over the Transfer Formation, the Magic Formation dazzles over whether the Transfer Formation has been activated and tastes a flash of flotation.

And when the light subsided, it stood somewhere else.

No, the structure of the building and the objects placed were not very different, but the size of the building, with several magical formations - perhaps a circular stage of the transfer formations - arranged in its wide interior.

Unlike earlier, there are many security elves, and it can be predicted that they have come from the appearance of many decorations and designs applied indoors to the center of the temple of transfer - that is, the temple of transfer of the forest capital Maple.

Dylan went forward in a way that led them, told them to look back and follow after exchanging words with the guards and several others before heading to the exit of the temple of transfer.

"Phew, you have finally arrived in the forest capital of Maple, the central city where the Elves live."

"Ki-yun!

Even in this situation, when I am excited about being stepped into the heart of the Elves, which I have never been able to visit before, I am glad to swell the tail of the cotton wool and shake it to the left and right of my eyes to ring.

Such a ponta - the cotton-haired fox of the Spirit Beast is rare - gathers the gaze of the surrounding elves.

As we drew attention, when we left the temple of the transfer, the landscape had changed since before.

It was completely different from the landscape of the long idle La Latoia, with the appearance of a huge city in front of it.

In La Latoia, a small number of large tree buildings were built as if they were building blocks, with vertically and horizontally paved streets strewn out at its roots, and the way many elves cross it is an indescribable sight such as the city.

Even though the streets were full of shops and early this morning, the shoppers and the guests who sought them showed a great deal of buzz.

That's so much enthusiasm that I feel like I'm going beyond the market all over the people's city, I even feel strange and energized just watching people move around like that.

Several strange figures were seen among the appearances of such a bustling number of elves.

About a hundred and thirty centimeters tall.

Just a little child if that's all, but in his thick and successful arms like the Marutai, his truncated body, his ears a little pointy on his beard stretched up to his waist, and his appearance far from the Elves, he sees them there, and pursues them naturally with his eyes.

"Lord Arian, is that..."

To the words that went out of his mouth, Arian returned the answer anticipating the words ahead.

"Yes, the Dwarves. It's a race that's supposedly already doomed in the world of mankind, but it's a pretty good old stock dweller here in Maple."

Listening to her explanation like that, Dylan, going forward, looked back and stabbed the nail in this direction.

"Of course, what they live here is a secret to the people."

Happy with himself and Ponta snorting in silence at the same time, Dylan turns his back and goes forward again.

Chasing Dylan's back, he proceeds from Arian to sew through the valley of the building of the Great Tree, taking a study of history of why they Dwarves live here and why their presence is hidden.

"Ho, have you been driven around by people to get Dwarves metallurgical skills..."

Hammering Arian's history course, she puts her index finger up and shows it this way.

"The first chief Evangeline protected them there, so we have to keep this from leaking inside and out. I know, Ark."

I looked up at this side of my face as I pressed in case, and I said to Ariane, who was approaching me with a mess,

"I know, but I'm also one of those who already has the name" Laratoia. "

"Ki-yun!

and knock on the chest armor and tell him that you understand that.

Ponta was also toned to it and chested over her head.

With such interaction, she returned to me when she realized that she was exposed to the gaze from the surrounding area.

The outfit of a silver armored knight seemed to stand out everywhere he went, and if he looked around, he was in a condition that was seen by everyone around him.

Arian didn't like that gaze, or he tried to leave the scene early after Dylan moving on, and he himself followed her like that, eventually they both ran off and left the scene behind.

The scenery of the forest capital Maple is a fresh sight for me wherever I look, and the high-rise architectural group of the great trees is exactly reminiscent of Building Street, but the way organic plants are built with their function as buildings is a fantastic sight, at the same time reminiscent of some futuristic landscape.

Especially since aerial walkways are set up between the structures of the great trees, it seems that the appearance of the people who come and go there is difficult to achieve even with modern architectural techniques.

Being blinded everywhere like that, Arian trying to rush ahead grabbed the end of his cape and forced him to chase after Dylan.

"We should do another tour of Morito, right? There are a lot of other people waiting for Chiyome now, so I'll finish what I can do first. I know how you feel."

"Sorry, it was a rare sight..."

With some of those words from Arian, he tightened up the feelings that were floating himself, again speeding up his footsteps to today's destination.

Eventually, the sight that had been inhibited by the large group of tree buildings opened and a vast space appeared in front of him.

At the center of that vast space stood a structure that reminded me of a tower far more gigantic than any of the previous buildings, poking at heaven.

The size of the crown is not so large as to be negligible, but the trunk is thicker and bigger than the dragon crown tree (Road Crown) and the taller it is, the tower of the giant tree deviates from its original shape as a "tree" that such a person recalls is reminiscent of some baobab tree if you look only at its overall shape.

"... it's like a mythical Babel tower"

I nod unexpectedly at the feeling that leaked out of my mouth without thinking "exactly" myself.

Looks like Dylan is headed straight for that giant tree tower.

At the base of the tower of Babel, which seems to have been created by such a tree, many warriors for security are placed at the front wide entrance, and a vigilant gaze is poured towards the one approaching.

Dylan, the leading form, spoke to those guards and told them something, prompted them to pass immediately, and he and Arian went straight into the building.

Inside, it's like the front lobby of a luxury office building, and the front of the entrance is even set up like a reception counter, where an elf woman greets you with a grin.

And when the receptionist who found Dylan sent some kind of signal, a woman who seemed to be another guide from the back came out and urged us to go back.

The guided woman led them to a painting lined with several round cylindrical rooms in the back, and passed them into one of the rooms.

One cylindrical room at a time was not very spacious, with pedestal-like objects at its centre, and round crystal balls embedded up to the middle at the top of the pedestal.

I was under the impression as if it were a wizard's fortune-teller's little room, but when the guide woman lays her hands on that crystal ball, the crystal ball quietly glows and suddenly a floating sensation strikes her body.

"Oh?"

When the floor of the cylindrical room rises with such a surprising voice, and it begins to rise without sound, the circular floor goes up so that it is sucked straight into the top of the cylindrical room.

That's exactly the elevator itself.

No, it might be more advanced this way, considering how it works.

There's nothing like lifting the room itself with a wire, and the floor itself floats and rises up.

As much as I saw in this kind of elevator and other SF cartoons, when I actually saw them, I was driven by curiosity and accidentally walked around on the rising floor to indulge in that strange feeling.

Seeing that way, the guide woman grinned bitterly and Arian was blushing and holding her head down.

Eventually, when the floating sensation fades and the floor stops moving, the guide is prompted to descend.

When I got off the elevator, it looked like a crossing set in the outer perimeter of a giant tree tower, with a view of the forest capital maple from a blowout window set along the outer perimeter.

I am invited by such an eye-catching view, but I stop by the window and put the view from there into my eyes as much as I can.

"Oh, all I can say is that this view is amazing..."

The view of the city lined with the buildings of the great trees spreads to your feet, and if you turn your gaze slightly out, there are even buildings there that look like circular arenas.

On the front, a huge ocean-like lake stretches from north to south, and several ships appear to be fishing as if they were floating on the sky amidst clouds of morning mist that can stand on its surface.

That is just as beautiful a sighing landscape as I personally would recommend it to a World Heritage Site just for this view.

But by that standard, I was reminded that there were many landscapes in this world that I wanted to recommend.

The dragon trees (road crowns) inhabited by the dragon king (Dragon Road), the mountains of Mount Calcato and the black forests of the southern continent were also beautiful if you meditated on the abundance of warcraft.

As he sighed in reviving the various landscapes he had seen in such a world behind his brain, Arian's hand was inadvertently pulled forcefully from behind to stretch back into the cape and back into reality.

"Hey, hurry up or they'll leave you."

Turning his gaze toward the voice, Arian's troubled face and Dylan and the guide woman, who had already gone ahead behind it, looked back and waited for this one to catch up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I apologized to Arian, who frowned, and as I moved on, I eventually saw a luxurious door in the front.

It is both wooden doors, which are brightly coloured with a design of plants and entangled bamboo.

As per an earlier meeting with Dylan, I take out a water bottle that I lowered to my waist and use straw (straw) to drink out of the spiritual fountain of the dragon crown tree (Road Crown) that I just drew in this morning, inside from the gap in my helmet.

While she was preparing herself, the guide woman went inside first, and eventually when permission was granted to enter from inside, she dived into the door with Dylan in the lead and stepped inside.

Inside is an unusual and calm atmosphere that beats the flashness of the door, and there are few beautiful decorations and conditioning items.

The room seemed to be quite large, the most exuberant of which was a huge round table placed in the center of the room, with eleven men and women taking their seats so as to surround it.

There is no upper or lower seat, is it a round-table meeting?

Many of the people sitting there are elves, but some of them were like harsh samurai, who seem to be Dark Elves, or Dwarves we saw all over the city this morning.

Who, by the number of seats seated, stand at the apex of this great Canadian forest...

In other words, he must be the top ten elders and third generation chiefs.

They see themselves entering the room, and each seat begins to exchange words among themselves.

I found that a lot of that gaze was right for me, but I don't see how I could do that with a full-body armor opponent. This place is nothing else to be talked about in silence.

Long time no see, Elder Dylan.

It was one elf man sitting in the back seat who raised his first voice in a noisy setting when he said so.