Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

The first thing I noticed about the anomaly was the elf girl.

She regularly foes her surroundings and assumes the most perceptible role.

After a wave of people in progress with the boy, we finally reach Doula, a red-haired woman.

"What's wrong, Marie? Anything wrong?

"Yeah, something's wrong, Doula. It doesn't look like a third tier to see so many demons."

I was just using that conversation as my future husband, Xela.

The Half Fairy Elf moves, Tower watchman (Prison Keeper) is linked to the Devil, informing 3D maps in real time of the enemy's location. That's why I was on guard against a change like never before.

The boy, whose hand was drawn, also peeks from next door at his sleepy face.

If you look closely, your eyebrows are about a few millimeters upside down, and this still seems to be a one-off, alert look. They explained that a long time ago, but they still say they don't know the difference.

"So I talked to Marie and I tried to broaden the range of enemies. That's when the footage... Oh, Marie can now use video magic, too?

"Yeah, it's still immature, but if it's not so clear, it's fine."

The past few days have used the break, and the Magic Dragon Uridra has been preaching ancient (if any) sorcery to the elves. As a teacher and friend, enthusiastic instruction opens up in the woods. When it was time for such a study, Kazhiho carried his tea and looked wonderfully at the sight of the construction of sorcery.

Even magic that is not directly connected to firepower produces great effects depending on how it is used. Sometimes the dragonman used to speak single-handedly of a glass of booze, saying that was the magic guide.

Think of the old days, or she was looking up at the night sky in a good mood at that time.

As a result of that class, the footage floats in the dark passage.

Though disturbed as a wave from time to time, this conveys the enemy's situation at the time. It's just dark at first, but as we expand the range, the strange sights float.

"This guy... if you're not mistaken, are you moving in line? Looks like a couple of groups are gathering up ahead."

"... Xela, you've been working out measures with the two of us. I'll stop the squad and bring in the lead diamond squad, Pseli."

Depending on the situation, it will be the Saint Knight Doula who will be able to provide the most appropriate response. But if there are so few hints, Zella's animal surveys are more reliable.

By acting together, these two have a growing verse that goes around and around. That's why it's up to the center of the offensive team, albeit at a relatively low level.

As soon as possible, the shoe sound of the march stop sounds, and each takes an attitude of waiting for instructions. Looking at it, Zella rubbed her jaw against her lump.

"Heh, move demons so they can't be found, huh? This guy does stink. But according to Eve's report to the scouts, this is the big hall, isn't it?

"Yeah, there's got to be no place to pinch it. Then, in the Great Hall..."

"The trap is waiting, maybe."

Slap Zella's fingers on the tongue and pattern head.

There is no other detour route, and if we attack, we have no choice but to break through. Besides, we've only been able to attack the third layer about half the time.

Things are going well with a few elite things, but there's also the harm. In other words, with a small number of people, we also have to go a long way to tread.

But there will be no choice of retreat at this time.

Withdrawal without knowing what kind of enemy it is, there will be no improvement the next time it comes. Rather, it may give the enemy time to prepare, so we have no choice but to move on, even if we are aware of the danger.

"Well, I've also grabbed a three-tiered pattern, but if you're the size of this hall, you can think of it as the last time you get in, you'll be trapped."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. And I'm sure it feels a little nasty."

"Why don't we both move on to the entrance to the hall first? Then we can find out what's going on with my enemy."

I want you to wait a little longer, Kazhiho says.

He wants to avoid a situation where enemies are approaching from behind and forced to proceed to the hall. The elf girl drips cold sweat into a situation where she needs to be so vigilant.

"Oh, don't talk about it like it's fun. Let me in, too."

"Mr. Gaston, what have you been doing?

The old man, who gastons to the boy's words, gives him an unexpected stare of old age. He seems to hate him for some reason since one of the other days.

The old man smiles invincibly when he tells the situation, amidst a sense of urgency in which the raven also has horns, tingles and hair behind him.

"Mm-hmm, that's pretty good, isn't the third tier human? You can't think of a demon's fucking head to take care of this and concentrate enough power on one thing."

"Yeah, you sure are human if you ask me..."

Pompous and the boy shrugs, turning his un thoughts around with Mariabel. They won't move until they come to a conclusion when this happens, so everyone abandons them and thinks about dealing with them with the merged diamond squad.

Nevertheless, the only hand that could strike them was a powerful reconnaissance, so they were to march with due care and armament.

Clashes with the elite offensive forces of the Alirai State, and with the advance obstruction forces of the Gedovar State, were imminent for up to ten minutes.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

No......

Shortly after entering the hall, Marie's Tower watchman (Prison Keeper) is born out. turned the cobblestone on the roll, and it was a tower about the thickness of the whole thing that appeared.

Extend the hierarchy over time and the range of enemies widens further. In 30 seconds, the light points representing enemy positions increase to the 3D map. But......

- Bye!

Powerful Ranged Attacks have destroyed the Tower.

The thing tried to install from the safe outside to try, but apparently the enemy is learning the elf moves as well. In other words, on our cooperation front (Reid), we know that freeing Mariabelle would be painful.

"No, I can barely fight from the outside, so I tried to build it inside..."

"Yeah, he seems alert. It might be time for Mr. Elf to be scared of his work, too."

While I speak so strongly, it's time for me to exhale.

Finally, there is a countermeasure to suppress enemy inhibition, which increases the alert by about one step.

"Rumor has it that the escaped rebels had a bunch of magicians who could hide themselves."

"Oh, I've been thinking the same thing. It's called artificial behavior, it's called this unique technique…"

"Um, I smell it. As far as I'm concerned, I think one piece of the puzzle is buried."

Soldiers also feel threatened by the atmosphere that drifts around them. Soon, the attack will begin within the limits of the inability to spread the enemy.

In that case, many could die.

But I guess I'm not afraid of death as a single person because I still have pride as an elite. We Amesists leave our way out at all times, but we don't want them to die in vain if we can.

Ringing his neck tightly, he looks to the side and overlaps his gaze with Uridora, dress-shaped armored, and Shirley, a bright blonde.

"What's the matter? You're not shining your eyes like you always do."

"Well, because I'm still a man who can read the air. More than that, I'd like you to protect Marie and Shirley today."

I wonder if the pleasant snort meant "an easy task".

Then I can feel safe. [M] She won't have any enemies, and if she is, she'll give you a warning at this point.

- In that sense, I appeased.

Yeah, then I might as well not be as nervous as possible and wave my sword in full thoughts. I mean, you're no different than usual.

"Then don't forget to set up a communication (chat)...... can Shirley talk? Well, I'll pass it on as a gesture, so it's okay."

She turns a grin and grins, and grabs a cobbler. I haven't even seen one scale of strength yet, but it doesn't look like I need to be protected. Damn, it feels weird to be able to rely on not wearing weapons or protective gear.

and the voice of communication (chat) sounded then.

"Guys, it's time to start acting. Be prepared to be more defensive at first than you can understand the enemy's thoughts. There are only two things to protect. Always listen to my voice. Don't get away with losing your fear"

At the same time, the chanting of the anthology of the Andalusite squad led by Doula begins.

Beginning with an argh and a low sound, it enters everyone's ears aligning to the aisle. It gradually increases voice volume and eventually engraves a melody (rhythm). How, how, and to the firewood to produce flames.

Eventually dragged to the heart sounds, and the blood of the warriors awakens.

Around, the voice of the Holy Knight sounded high.

"Let's hope our souls lead us to Paradise (Eden)! Bloodstone squad! Horizontal row!!

"Yikes!!

How dare you! and their temper strikes their chest so much that they are lined up and their whole body hair is upside down.

Selected as a spike was a Bloodstone squad led by Zella, who specializes in flexible behavior. They have been made the most useful handkerchief for Doula because of their defensive and freely changing roles.

"Ha ha, I'll fall back in love, Doula! I'll have a baby when I get home!

"... or I don't mind"

Wow, I got knocked out for communicating (chatting) with the whole thing.

Nevertheless, isn't this the kind of cooperation front (Reid) that would crush your hips? Couscous laughs with Marie, while the spirits begin to penetrate.

A large door is knocked around in a military-like, tidy pace, and Marie's manipulative light spirits are sewn through the gap and released. The lighting shimmered all the way up, and the hall rose enough to line up the gymnasium two lengthwise.

The ceiling is so high that it cannot be foreseen, and the walls have a black, mucous gloss as inked.

The figure of the demon waiting there was enough to surprise us.

Twenty big iron shields lined the side, and there were several eyes peeking from the gap that reminded the demons. Further behind, there's a sloppy two-legged guy.

Giant about four meters tall. He has a skin that stuck his head like a potato worm to both shoulders and half hardened the molten iron.

It's called every swinging pneumonia, I can tell it would be emitting high temperatures from the inside. Thanks to my mastery of ancient languages, I could only read the name Boraax Doodoo slightly.

As he ripped the flesh off his cheek, he rang. If a man in line hears, he will want to squirm his head.

Eh, eh, eh, eh!

It trembles the billies and the atmosphere, but the warriors' gait is undisturbed. It's not that I'm not afraid. Because the warriors are sincerely ashamed that they fear and lose their will to fight.

And one more thing, I sense some gaze. Because of my mind, I also feel like I'm after the elves next door, not me...

Even if you look around a little, you can't identify the person, and that adds to the unpleasant feeling.

The two armies will clash when all the warriors enter the hall and the heavy doors are closed.

Like a chessboard, each other's formations are arranged.