I had a dream. It's the dream of a burning imperial capital, the dream of the end of the world.
A bright red burning sky. Screaming and yelling. Hunters, knights, merchants and townspeople run away like they ate bubbles regardless.
The wide streets were flooded with people, and everyone and he were all desperately rushing outside the capital.
And it was held back by a wall that was supposed to have protected the capital.
I was just in a room with no one - looking down at it from above the Empire City.
The top floor of the 'Footprint' cranhouse - even higher than the cranmaster's room.
Overlooking the Empire, you can clearly see the situation. And the reason the sky is burning.
Zebuldia, the capital of the Empire, a historic capital that will soon be three hundred years after its establishment.
Bright red burning water covered the tidy township.
Lots of viscous water slowly spreads through the city.
It also looks as if the Great Tsunami is about to push the capital away, but there is no sea near the imperial capital, and from above I could see it flowing through the imperial capital with a different regularity than the flow of water.
It was - clearly aimed at life.
He was targeting runaway children, old men, and knights who managed to contain confusion over buildings, empty carriages, and stalls that no longer had sellers.
All life that touched the water, without exception, burned up as if it were a pine light and disappeared without a trace in seconds.
Empty armor, clothes and swords are rolling on the side of the road. The air touching my skin is hot.
For three hundred years, the outer walls, which had been protecting people from the demons and phantoms around them (Phantom), were holding back people fleeing.
The imperial Zebuldia was all the way surrounded by walls and the size of the exit was too small given the number of people living in the capital.
Evacuation does not proceed late at exits overflowing capacity.
There are already no signs of life in a castle that looks far away.
Also, half of the city had already been abandoned. The quiet township, undamaged by the building, where only life disappeared beautifully without even a corpse, is terribly creepy.
Maybe there are survivors in the building, but the escape will be hopeless with the water surrounding them.
There is no indication that the amount of water will decrease. On the contrary, it even looks a little more.
That water will eventually not only be in this city, but it will go outside the walls and flush everything in the world.
No, it's - it's not water. I knew.
It's a creature.
The weakest demon that originally existed in this world.
A product of madness that should not have been created on the basis of it.
Substitutes that you were told to be careful with handling and accidentally missed (possibly).
Soon a girl stood next to me and looked down at the same sight as me.
Pink blonde hair cut short into slightly saggy eyes for a gentle impression.
A plain gray robe with no character is not a magical object worn by a magician in a treasure palace attack or anything, but a workwear used to experiment with the assumption that it will get dirty.
The girl looks up and turns to me just to say that she just noticed.
Its eyes open wide. The expression breaks even in this emergency and says it in a soft voice as if it were a public discourse.
The voice blurs. I don't know what you're talking about, but I could see the excitement from those sparkling eyes.
I try desperately to stop, but I don't have a voice. Dark despair and impatience run through your whole body. Grabbing his shoulder, he grins and hugs the girl as she illuminates.
No, I'm not complimenting you!
Grab both shoulders and push your body away. And I woke up when I shook the kid's shoulder with complacency at the outcome of my slime.
Wake yourself up on the bed in a dark room and tremble your body.
My back is sweaty and cold. My heart was still beating hard.
It was a terrible dream. And it was plain real. Especially around being hugged.
I have nightmares all the time because I'm a worried person, but I'm definitely number one here these days.
Breathe slowly and breathe. Tell yourself.
It's okay, the Empire doesn't perish so easily.
Zebuldia's national power is high.
A Magic Conductor unit that brings together hundreds of Magic Conductors to the Knights that are proud to be undefeated. There are hunters, and there are a lot of former hunters.
Military power is not the only thing that is high. Even in terms of knowledge, technology and research, the Empire runs its tip.
It is undoubtedly the strongest country in the neighbouring countries. And the defense ability of the Imperial Capital, which has a treasure house surrounded by its capital and no matter what happens, is one of the best.
If a catastrophe strikes like the destruction of the Empire, it will not be possible to deal with it in any other country.
... Is that it? Could it suck?
For some reason I remembered vividly the sight of my dream and shook my head. [M]
"... no, no, no, no, my dream, I've never hit it..."
"Hmm... what's wrong?
An extended voice rises next to your left.
Looking to the side, Liz almost woke herself up, even naturally.
The girl who came out in her dreams - a little like Citrine, with an accidental look on her face.
Liz and Citrie are sisters with blood connections. There are a number of different things about hair length, eyesight and height, but the looks of Citrie and Liz are similar enough to make them indistinguishable when they are tempered and disguised.
Liz laughs at me without offense. [M]
"Oh, hey, Klee. Did you sleep well?
Diluted fabric. Liz, in her relaxed sleeping clothes, stretched greatly, clinging to my arm, which was occasional in an unpleasant way.
Liz's body temperature, which is full of energy, is considerably higher than mine. When I get hugged, I twitch and sweat.
The cause of the nightmare, this is definitely it. I shouldn't have been there before I went to bed......
I don't know if I'm going to complain, but I can't help but say I had a nightmare.
I'm not answering anything. Liz's leg is tangled up in my leg.
The ring attached to the ankle touches and is only slightly cold.
Liz's treasure, "Origin to Heaven (Highest Roots)" standby form. It is usually a shoe type, but when it is not used, it changes to a metal ring.
Liz, whose usual battlefield seems to be the motto, doesn't take off that treasure when she takes a shower or sleeps at night. Only in a very few moments of the day does she remove the treasure.
There is a sweet smell coming from the intimate Liz.
Everything is soft and warm, with the arms, chest, and the supple legs that tangle. Sensual comfort creeps up from the back of the brain on the skin that can be rubbed against the rinse.
Looks like she's just a girl when she's grown up.
And it was her hobby to genocide the people who came to feed on it.
Liz asks me to shut up and breathe like a cat. [M]
"Hey, Klee, today, well?
"What about Tino's training?
"Hmm... if you do too much, it could break, so good night today"
"What about Liz's training?
Licenses were communicated to all, and the name 'Shadow Out' was inherited from the master, but she is a hard worker. I am also busy while in Imperial Capital with Tino's training and my own.
Liz grinned at my inquiry.
- Good night. - No.
... Is that okay? Well, didn't I pinch your mouth?
I don't know what I'm going to do, but if Liz will follow me to the escort, I'll be fine out there. I don't have any plans in particular.
This is not the first time Liz has taken me around.
That kind of opportunity had increased slightly, especially since I stopped dating the treasure palace offense.
It is also the role of the leader to associate with distractions. No, that's all I can do... so I want to do it if I'm asked.
One of the reasons for this is because I'm a big man while I'm at it.
I decide to forget about the other loveless nightmares I saw earlier.
It's a nightmare. It's just a nightmare.
It's a nightmare I had with Citrine and because Liz has been having trouble sleeping. A hell of a sister.
"Fine. I'll go out with you."
"Yikes! Thanks, Klee!
Liz gives a yellow voice and buries her head in my chest.
I stroked the head of a highly skinned friend, and I sighed small.
§
At the Clanhouse entrance, Liz was staring at the big man with sword-soaked eyes that made the demon run barefoot as well.
Her attitude remains unchanged, although she may be a noble opponent, but a knight, but a warrior of the war, but she may know her, but she may be a great member of the Explorers' Association to which she belongs.
Unlike the usual treasure palace offense, Liz's outfit is a very hunter-invisible casual one. If you're not wearing a belt with a knife, you're unarmed. It doesn't change the tone of the outfit is black, but it's a skirt and my stomach is out.
But the only thing that remained the same as when the treasure palace was attacked, the majority of the legs - black treasures covered to the knee were slapping the floor against each other in frustration.
I was in a good mood until just now, but the drop is too intense.
"Cry, how busy are you today? I was wondering if you wouldn't disturb Liz and the others by not bothering me? I don't have time to wipe the butt of a mutton fish. Get lost."
"Liz......? Hey, are you home already? What happened to Castle of All Demons? I'm telling you to report to the Level 7 Treasure Hall after the attack."
To the little mad warrior, Mr. Gark was only so rare that he had never seen it here lately.
I understand Liz's annoying smell when she's in a bad mood because she's dating.
Behind me was Kaina, who was not a former hunter or anything, and the other officials at the exploratory association watched the two with a blue look.
Uh, bad timing.