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The desert sun was giddy and relentlessly pouring down on the body tired of the battle.
I've been sitting beside the shrub garden for a while.
I wonder how long it took. Looking up at the sky, the sun was reaching the top of the sky.
- Ach no...
I finally stood up with my heavy hips up.
At his feet, he made a dry sound from the remains of the Thousand Years of Empire (Southern Pedia) and the Conference of Sages in Design Management (Architect), which said he had created everything in the world.
By sealing their own souls in a metal vessel called Treasure Gear, all the architects who were looking to be resurrected a thousand years later would have been summoned to heaven.
I don't know if that really preserved the memory and personality of a human who died a thousand years ago. By then they had fought and scattered in search of the sword of the brave (ergo), the "key of the world".
To revive the great glory of the millennial empire (Southern Pedia), ancient ghosts, imprisoned in delusion to repaint modern times (now) with the future they wanted, have been possessed and fought by the kings (southers) and allies of the country's first makeshift (Kasume). Some of them were treasures intended for the battle itself or for unclear purposes, but in any case, if there is no room for sympathy for selfish ancient ghosts, I don't even want to know how they feel.
- Did they really create this world?
I didn't believe in Russia.
Indeed, the power of the magical civilization that perished a thousand years ago is great, and it will be true that it has produced many magical creatures, demons, and magic itself.
That shouldn't have created this "world (Titio)" itself.
The world is tolerant and beautiful everywhere, and there are places we've never been, strange countries, even races we've never met. Even if only explored by search magic (Ggol), the legendary dragon (Dragon) is breathing securely behind the corridor in the Sky Mountains, and there is a paradise of slime across the sea plains, he said. Besides, I've never even seen Lentomia's hometown or a real elf.
I was starting to see the world with these eyes and want to make sure it was all real (...). Maybe it's still a little early to read all the books with a pull.
But... Let's get rid of all the rest of the work (...) first.
"All right......!
When he regained his mind and stood up, the fairy Metius let him peek into his face from inside the robe.
"Sage Grecas, the magic refill rate (...) is currently 23% and it's going to take a whole day to fully recover..."
"Right. Doesn't Metius hurt anywhere?
"Well...... Glad to hear it! I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? More than that... I thought you guys were tired."
Zero the powder of light from the clear feathers, Metius looked around.
Following the fairy's gaze, Faria slept in big letters in the grass near the water field, and Ergonote was a wind trying to hold a treasure sword and sit up on the ground and keep quiet, thinking something.
Manuferno and Lentomia seemed to sit and rest just in the shade of the "Hall of Wise Men".
The fatigue of the battle, the heat of the shining sun, the thirst brought about by the dry wind, and the relief that the battle was over.
All kinds of emotions are mixed up and no one wants to move for a while.
That's when Pram popped out of the hall with coconut fruit.
"Yes, yes! It's a plug!
"Oops!
"It's lunch, and let's all have something to eat"
"You don't look so good!
It was followed by Iola and Riola, and Hemperoza. He cares about handing out coconut fruit to everyone who's exhausted, and handing them the rest of the baked bread and a little bit of cheese in the morning.
"Thanks Plum, Iola to Riola, that would help. And Hempero."
"Come on!
I felt like I had my energies split up from the kids team, and after half an hour thanks to it, I was getting a lot of energy back.
Lu and Spiano spend their time alone in a very different atmosphere than before fixing each other's loose bandages in the shade of a tremendously remote palm tree or occasionally bumping their foreheads and laughing at each other.
Somehow, I even feel like there's a world out there that I shouldn't see.
"Greg, where did the dragon lady go?
Plum pulled my sleeve. A dragon lady means Hin Yarishawa. For a short time, Pram had a conversation with a Dragon Man (Dragunian) girl.
"Oh, I only went to the castle first. I have work to do."
"Your job, sir?
Blink scarlet eyes.
"Oh, it's an important job. I had a bad dream. Undo the king."
"Really?
"It's okay. I'll see you soon."
I turned my attention to the capital of Neo Isravia, a palace made of black stone that soars in the middle of this Inclamed.
A moment ago, after the battle, me and Ergonote did one favor by holding back Tsukinami Ergus, Kogmar Ninth, and Hin Yarishawa, who tried to leave this city with a faint southerout Yormuza.
- Again, let the man sit on the throne, he said.
We are originally visiting this country as the "Goodwill Plenipotentiary Ambassador of the Kingdom of Metanostadt".
Had it not been for the king of the bargainer, things would have spilled at once.
The Kingdom of Methanoshtat was already rallying 20,000 Neo-Isravian crusaders (...) in its own territory.
This is a fact no one but me knows.
It is a fact that we have "seen" a variety of classified materials that continue to be recorded in the Royal Methanostat Library of Official Documents, using search magic (Gögor).
If we decide that the Japanese-Centric Dickamaran Heroes are broken, the Metanostadt Crusaders will push us to this country.
In that case, the people who lived in this country, like Milica, would now be burned by the human army.
That's all I wanted to stop at any rate.
So I negotiated for Southout to get to the throne again, and I said, "I don't care if it's a bandage-wrapped mummy, so I have to negotiate."
- The time limit is not until this evening... if we do not conclude the negotiations by then...
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"Gre...?
"Oh, it's time to go back to the hall?
I approached Faria resting by the water.
He takes off his armor into its heel and sleeps in a large letter on the grass, still in his underwear like a tank top and shortbread.
"Right, it's that time already..."
He woke up feeling signs that I was approaching.
When you only get up on your upper body in a hurry, you look around. The silver hair I had wrapped up was also lowered and crisp, but when I looked at my face, I dyed my cheeks and properly fixed them like I was in a panic.
Apparently, he slept pretty well.
Faria seems to have used up her strength and energy with a series of Special Attacks. It's not like I ran out of magic, and it should even be hard to stand.
"It's okay...... it doesn't look like it"
On the tired side of Faria, it just worries me. It's not normal to sift and shake your head and get on one knee trying to get up and take a deep sigh there ha...
"... Looks like he got hit by the heat. I've never seen anything like it before."
Faria's emerald-colored eyes looked up at me with a slightly troubled face in the wind like, I don't know what to do.
"There's no way... Is there a reason? You used the Dragon Screw 40 times when I counted it, didn't you?
"Ho, that's a boulder grey...... I haven't counted since more than ten times."
"Liar, you were shooting sixteen shots."
"Were you? Ha... Wah!
Okay, I grabbed that arm and let him stand. But what a little faria.
Unexpectedly, I backed my head one tall female warrior with my shoulders.
- Ugh! Hey... heavy!?
I almost put it in my mouth unexpectedly, but it's my fluent not to say anything that hurts me even though I'm a friend, so bear with me for a long time and lend me shoulders.
There is a tense swell next to my face when I notice it, though something very soft hits my cheeks. I'm puzzled that Faria had a non-muscular area......
"And hang on, Ma. Shall I let you walk on the Magnetics Exterior?
"If so, don't be silly!
Faria is turning her face bright red.... maybe me too.
"... I'm sorry. Looks like I made everyone push me too hard this time. Especially to Faria."
"Gre......"
I was thinking of tactics and desperately using my head for optimal placement, but it was also treating my people like pawns. "Attack on Faria." "Now!" And wouldn't you have given too impossible instructions...
"No, Greg! Wow, I fought that buffalo guy and I got on with it and I couldn't... it's just that... Greg is, uh... nothing wrong"
"Well... I hope so. Yeah."
I have an ambiguous grin.
"Yes! Oh, yeah... but, you know, me, isn't that sweaty?
I'm convinced that's why Faria's anxious face is hanging around.
Armor used to stink! And I laughed ridiculously, but I haven't seen anything like that lately. I laugh nicely for now because it's my fluent not to say anything that hurts me though my friends.
"... crap. But I like the smell of Faria sweat, and I don't care."
"Bubba, you idiot!
Reddening her face like it was boiling, she strangled me with the arm she was putting on her shoulder.
Was that? Was that a little perverted? And soon after the reflection also cruises, the weaponized arm tightens with a force like all-powerful.
Guh! And I ran over to say that Plum had screamed.
"Ooh? Greg, that sounds like fun."
"Yay, does this look like fun!?
I was howling down my chest at the look of Faria, who seems to be back in good spirits as she faces the greatest danger to her life today.
Continued