Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

So much so that the chief (master) of each squad and his equivalents are gathered together in the chamber of the sea.

They were seated in fully-armed, step-by-step attire, with a rare view of the small (messy) dining room.

This is a dining place where Uridora, the main owner of the mansion, finds an opportunity to increase, and uses plenty of expensive glass to overlook the proud lake.

Winning is simply about making money, which is why you feel different about luxury compared to other establishments.

The ingenious point would be not to add more seats to the darkness.

It takes up a lot of space per seat and is decorated with well-polished floors, bricks with bright colors on the walls and hobby flowers.

I'm sure it will increase the price as a matter of course, but it seems like a look that meets everyone's expectations represents future success.

Well, I'm not here to make such a joke this time.

Everyone has a look that was supposed to welcome Prince Walth but disappeared early, but not just hand-held. With the exception of Gaston, a slightly older swordsman.

The old man raised his right hand as he bit the yawn to death.

"So, what kind of discussion are we going to have with them about a labyrinth attack?

"What, dissatisfied? It's an honor to have the Royal Army back shield. The power of war is doubled if we simply think about it."

Hakam, who answers, etc., is the one on the top of the Buddha, but nobody touches on that.

They weren't playing either. It also continues to look down during the celebrations, and is a stepping stone to a full-scale fourth-tier offensive.

There is no room for group training so that we can work together as an army, not just a team. With the number of troops of the same size, you probably won't lose anywhere. Even if the other person is a demon, that's the same.

But when I come here, anxiety occupies my chest. Who can trust a friendly army or something that can't even say hello properly? Collected they all have that look on their faces and Hakam agrees again.

No one can speak, but this old man was.

"I don't know, why would I want to go to the labyrinth in the middle of a war? And a royal prince. If you want the Demon Stone for the war, you should be transporting exactly what you're securing right now. Didn't I?"

Hakam would have anticipated the inquiry, too. That is why we are calling the least.

"No, that's what Prince Walth should have visited for. Otherwise it's weird."

In other words, something strange is going on, their conductor told them.

He said he was trying to find something more important, such as a demon stone, and ignore orders from his country until he did something on the ground. Besides, we're not the only ones trying to get involved.

Thinking a little deeper, Prince Walth is plotting to use us for a long time to come. Otherwise, we will not jointly bring up stories of labyrinth attacks, etc. Instead of silencing you as an outsider, it would be a stomach to get involved and shut you up.

The more I think about it, the more I get a bad feeling about it overflowing with Conn. Nature and the hall are surrounded by tranquility.

Disappear lightly, such as no longer willing to entertain you, but rather be attacked by a desire to kick you out quickly.

And the old man Gaston dared to avoid the most pivotal question.

"Look, I know, but those guys don't help. No matter how good a soldier is, if it's a hebo up there, we won't talk. And it's that fourth tier. You know the Prince is faster to count from the bottom?

What Gaston said from the bottom is inheritance. I'm not inferior in my ability to be born, I'm simply inexperienced. It can also be said that he was sent to the departed oasis of the Demon Army.

"Doula."

But he does not answer queries from the old man, and the Labyrinth Supervisor calls the name of a military master. With burning red hair, she stands up completely and turns to her eyes that do not represent her expression.

Doula was transformed by continuing the ancient labyrinth attack.

Move the army to breathe, and reduce the damage by motherhood that cannot be held by men, and steadily and reliably continue to lead them to victory.

"Separate the army by day and night. We're active during the day, baton touch at night. If that's what you're gonna do, I'll recommend it to you."

"... if you forbid useless handouts"

Don't stab me in the back.

He didn't even think of it as a help in times of need, and said it would move as nothing.

Besides, Hakam nods back and returns his gaze to the old man ahead.

"That's why. Sometimes you can watch the royals panic and enjoy the evening."

A gay, bottomless laugh echoes in the hall. Though it is a statement that would have been guilty of disrespect, that was the pleasant word for Gaston.

"You came looking for a place to die, and there's so much more to look forward to!

The good thing about these guys would be that they're more laughable at the same time. The crux is belligerent and equine, even though we know the harshness and the circumstances. That won't be something the National Army can do. Some things you can't just follow orders.

But Fu Hakam thinks.

I was wondering if I would have done the same when I first came to the land.

When I challenged this second tier, etc., it was especially terrible, and no one noticed even when the troops were mixed with enemies.

They are all delighted to be growing without their knowledge.

But Hakam wrinkles between his eyebrows.

That cunning old man, Gaston, doesn't ask the most pivotal questions. I'm leaking my elbow again just saying I'm done listening.

That old man of battle madness, why isn't he asking? Why would you want to proceed with a labyrinth attack, whether you're at war or not?

There is something much more important there than war, and the prince is obsessed. Hakam had the same kind of grin he had earlier that maybe he had been noticed.

"That's why we decided to show off our skill... with the two sleepers there."

Ahead, when they turned around, a boy with a big yawn, and an elf girl, stood. A cheerful laugh echoes in the Western Hall in response to the out-of-mind "What can I do?"

And Hakam, who has been dealing with them for a long time, also knows how to uplift them.

"Let's get started, gentlemen. It's a fun, fun, fourth tier attack."

Oops, the ambitious voice echoed into the hall.

Time after time, there was a woman standing by the window,

The horns and tails represent exactly the dragon clan, stretching their hair exactly the same color as at night for a long time.

The eyes are somewhere inorganic but sharp. The closer I get, the more I'm going to cut it off. But the man in the step-back position looked cool without being slightly mobile.

"Has the trial begun, Uridora"

"... hmm, trials like this, they come even if you leave them alone. Let me tell you something now, Lavos. I forbid you to move inadvertently."

With his swordswallowing eyes turned, he deepened his grin as he put together the butler's clothes. I'm sure she would say that. It's also a grin.

Not long ago Uridora was grumpy. It's like a guttering, boiling lava, which is why you don't show up in public.

No one feels good about being trampled around our house on the ground. This is a place of hospitality, but there's no reason to make a big deal out of it until you've been turned hostile.

I also asked for peace when I said "don't move inadvertently" earlier, but it also sounds like the opposite of "get ready and then move".

What makes you want to be so cautious?

In an attempt to explore sincerity, Lavos looks out the window and notices one end of it.

I hear you had a hard time with that field that the army is crushing.

Growing vegetables cannot be left to power. For this reason, the demons. Lizardman first learns the word through the classroom, and then learns how to raise it from the beginning.

When it is about to wither, it mourns, and when it is fruitful, it cries for too much delicacy. Delighted without a hedge of race or anything else, they are adorable and don't even realize that there is anything fruitful but vegetables.

If such a memorable land is vandalized, neither can a boulder demon dragon be at peace.

"It's like a dirty gerbil. You won't be able to stand to leave them alone."

Uridora has eyes that she doesn't know whether to agree or deny to a quiet offensive statement. Then he turned his gaze out the window again and then looked like an unexpected "oops".

In the woods far away.

There Shirley is creating a new life called a pony, and the soldiers of Prince Walth watching over it say, "Yay! Are you happy to raise your hands?"

Less relieved Shirley collapses from her knees and the pony licks her cheek perky before seeking milk.

The sweet fragrance is the mother's milk, whimpering her pink nose before being sucked out of control.

Ugh, sucking milk and ringing my throat is not adorable. And it's also hard to think of the men who are trying not to disturb the mother and child's story as enemies.

"It could be our unexpected form."

"I hope so, my beloved (Precious)"

To her, with only a little loss of shoulder strength, the butler began to prepare tea.

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Well, I'm surprised.

The shoe, which sounds tired and regular to the labyrinth, is Prince Walth's regular army following from the rear. The shields and armor are superior, and it looks like they've become wild rabbits that can be driven away somewhere.

For the first time in a long time, the strategy of the fourth layer of the ancient labyrinth began in such an unprecedented atmosphere.

"Oh, that's why Eve doesn't show her face for a while. I'm doing something else to find out the truth about the princes, and I've been told to do my best."

He opens half the face covering and has blonde hair and blue eyes peeking. He was once the brave candidate Zarish, and also the butler of the mansion, and now throws himself at the infantry.

"Okay, thanks. And Zarish, that's very good armor. Is that a special order?

"Pfft, if you let me talk, it'll be longer. You're investing in a fairly skilled worker, and if you speak up, you might move to this second tier."

I don't see the same poisonousness as before in the grin of doing so. Because Eve, the daughter of the dark elf we talked about earlier, is ruling back after a twist.

I feel calmer to the signs as well as the tone of how much influence there is to it.

The blue eyes were also looking at this one, and I realized that the earlier words were not mere conversations but inquiries. He has a wish that I may invite the Forge to the Mansion.

Uridora, the magic dragon standing in the rear, wears the usual dress-shaped armor and shows a chilling side somewhere.

I was sure it would interest her, but she has other things to worry about. So I opened my mouth on her behalf.

"I've never seen a blacksmith pursue functional beauty that far. I wonder why we don't even hear rumors after traveling from the edge of the continent to the edge"

"You didn't dive into the ground and travel, did you?

Unexpectedly I groan at that incredible response.

Apparently there are species who live in search of only minerals in the earth. The same goes for the Dwarves and others, a rarer (rarer) clan than the Elves in the sense that they do not appear on the table.

"No way, but the legendary Veyron who lives?

He smiles more pleasantly than he did earlier and then closes to a face covering. Even slight gaps are blocked, and blue and white phosphorescence floats with me.

Probably benefiting from improved abilities. That's why I can set up a large shield across several layers without bitterness.

"Then it's a pleasure to be back. Since I've been fully active."

I think you took this look for affirmation. He shook his two fingers like a quizza and showed them, Zarish shrugged away.

The diamond squad is the place to be welcomed, and it is like a wonder. While standing on the arrow side, I could feel signs of being a knight serving the princess.

"Hmm, Black Rose Knight? I envy you. I'd like to try on some heavy gear someday."

"Alas, I'm surprised the heavy gear had one for kids, too. But for once, I'd like to see it, too, and I'd like to take a picture of it and decorate the frame."

It was browned from my neighbor Mariabelle, but I also feel like they would play more if I actually wore armor.

"Why don't you lighten up? Heavy equipment only on the front and behind…"

"Give up. If you wear something like that, all your strong spots will be gone. If you just want to watch, why don't we go to the store together next time?

I had no choice. The look on your face, hey, looks like a mother who deals with a wasting child somewhere. I just can't wait to think that the day will come when I will be flaunted by her...... etc.

"No, I looked at Veyron's armor a long time ago. Look, remember the day of the celebration?

"... ahhh, speaking of which, I think you had a lot on display. I'm surprised at your stubbornness, but remember it's more important than that."

I snort at her when she looks serious. [M]

Last night, we blossomed into an old story. It was a nostalgic and memorable time to talk about our encounter.

"The chief said I had a mission."

"Yeah, you've finally got one end to solve the mystery. I knew you'd be surprised. I can't believe I completely forgot such an important thing."

No, haha, and I have a powerless grin.

But it was a dream I had when I was in elementary school a long time ago, so I don't think I have a choice.

"Then I'd like to ask you, along with your report that we're getting married."

"Yeah, yeah, right. So when should we leave? I figured you'd better hurry up?

Mariabelle blinks her pale purple eyes as she jerks the wand with her moulds and fingertips.

Her father… Mr. Osbell, the chief, is a very wise man. I wouldn't disagree with them just because they are human, and there are verses that I would have noticed such a future if I thought about it now.

"... I wonder what Mr. Sharsha would say"

"Wow, I don't know, that kind of thing. But maybe, you know, you look happy and you'll be happy."

Reduce her cheeks and accentuate her pale skin. Did you get a fever? My long ears are dripping, and I think I'm going to get smoke.

I'm sure you imagine the day you report. The purpose of "asking about mission", which I had earlier, is also driven to the end of my head, and I start to have pompous eyes.

Mariabelle, what happened to the tower?

"Hiya!!

Marie jumped up funny on a call (line) thrown abruptly.

Don't laugh at me. I'll give you a real cough and give you a response to the young military teacher, while you get your butt twisted.

"Sorry, I'll install it right away"

'Hehe, it's just a joke. There's no choice but to have a watchtower here. "

With Couscous laughing, we slowly turn our gaze forward.

What she wanted to say was spreading out there. The ceiling is too high to be foreseen. From there, the powdered snow is falling in flashes, dyeing the passage neatly.

The bumpy brick showed signs of being scratched with hook claws, and the soldiers looking up at it shrugged their necks, exhaling uniformly white.

The straight passage past this huge leads to about two kilometers more. Straight, just straight. When you get that far, there is a crossroads, and you keep walking as long as you choose anywhere.

It's like we've gotten lost in a giant city. The power of Mariabel's enemies in such a place is useless. The view is too good, and I quickly know when, where, and what will strike me.

"Is this the fourth tier you hear rumors about? It's beyond people's knowledge, and there 'll be a lot of horrible enemies."

"I wonder if that's what you're gonna say while you nick."

Huh? I didn't do Nico.

The march continues even as I answer. [M]

The waves of the army do not lag, as they fill the white-dyed passages.

The sound of the march eventually turns into a controlled military shoe, better equipped as well. Standing in the center of it was Prince Walth, who groped his cloak, with Hakam, the conductor, in his gait next door.

The prince looks around suspiciously, humming his nose.

"Is this the ancient labyrinth? I've seen it several times in the past, but that's an unusual word. I didn't expect a woman to direct it."

"The labyrinth, which extends to the fourth level, will be rare. And my trusted doula is unbeatable."

"Well, I'm guessing a lot, but I don't deserve to remember the downstream, etc. But it's a great way to crush it to keep it warm."

Initially, he also showed nervousness, but he walks for about an hour and doesn't even show up as one of the demons, and he also comes out light-hearted.

I can't help but feel light-hearted. The front line, the offensive squad, is marching on its own accord, and control is not as good as it should be. I'm not even in pace, I'm even bickering.

"That laugh annoys me. Shut him up."

"... let me tell you one thing. There are good and bad things in conversation. The difference is whether it helps with the offense or not."

"You think that's helping? Ha, say stupid. How it helps to distract attention"

That, and Hakam indicates forward.

When I was followed and turned my gaze... my surroundings were quiet. The talk stops perfectly, and the sound of a gutty chick closing the face covering sounds.

Eventually the burning red-haired woman lifted her sword high.

"From 1: 00 to 5: 00! Diamonds, Diamond Squad! Get to the top! All hands, shields, diagonally!!

Duh! and the sound of a shield echoes in the huge aisle.

It's an undisturbed move that I don't think we were chatting about earlier, and the Regular Army asks how it is.

The view is too good here. So much so that it seems that the measures of the cold are more important than the battle, and there is nothing forward, such as the appearance of the enemy.

That's why now it's their turn to speak up on purpose.

"What, what's there? Is that an invisible ghost?

"There are no such sweet enemies here."

Oh, my God, and shortly after he was about to get furious, a metallic heavy noise called Gatin sounded from far away.

It was between blinking. Much quicker than a bird, what is unleashed is so fast that it can't even be a mountain.

Trembling air shows its mass, and in an instant all the snow that strikes around it blows away.

- Damn, Gaaaaaaa!!!

A great spark strikes the shield of the brave candidate. Slightly deviant. It imparts shock to several shields, far rearward, involving regular armies and giving them blood smoke.

Gee, it's been a long time since I've had a desperate voice. The armor is swept away in an instant, and a few soldiers with only their lower body put down the curtain of life.

Eventually I saw what pierced the wall and finally realized what it was that flew in. It's an arrow. It's in the shape of an arrow. I don't know if it's okay to call that one giant like a tree an arrow.

A sharp woman's voice sounds while she is being taken away.

"All men, march! Except for the one that's happy to be an arrow target, go ahead, go ahead. Eh!

Ooh, and a brave voice roars. He also has a mix of faintly delightful laughter and an expression that I don't think has just been desperate.

The red-haired woman shined a white blade to show the way forward, leading them to the battlefield.

"Who wants the glorious most hand! You don't have to answer that. Run!"

Ruby Squad with the alias Cannibal Fish (Barracuda) rushed out. Gehaha and laughing nasty, the leading old man and others seemed particularly entertaining.

"I don't know if I can do it - you think I can do it A?

"Do it, Captain. Do it, do it. Show me."

Oh? and wave down the raised sword after putting on a loose face. It just seemed like a cluttered shake, but it tore an arrow like the impending Marutai in two.

I'm making a joke move, but if it's for victory, he's greedy. The positioning is at the end of the aisle, without involving the rear, the arrow fully chooses the wall.

The elite ruby squad rushed away with their backs springing with their dugouts.

In this unusual labyrinth, the military code is useless. As he shows, Hakam laughs, and the prince looks not even interested.

That's how the fourth tier attack began.