Atelier Tanaka

[Sophia perspective]

Leaving the Penny Empire For a while we arrived in the Granus Wetlands.

That and this, Mr Elf, are in the result of following the results of the handmade scraps. This is the maid who pulled the lottery, but it was Mr. Elf who made the lottery. So I have no will or responsibility whatsoever. Yes, I tell myself, and I keep my mind at peace.

By the way, from Dragon City to the same location, it's a few weeks away by carriage if it's supposed to be. By borrowing this from Mr. Elf's magic and the back of Mr. Dragon, who was returned to his original big dragon, he arrived only half a day away.

It is my only secret that Mr. Dragon's back has smelled a little peeved again by way of example.

The selected members concerned are Estelle, Elf, Dragon, Gogol, Vertical Roll, Vertical Roll squire, Farren, Journal, and Western Valor.

Ladies and gentlemen, everyone must be worried about Mr. Tanaka. By the way, Mr. Gogol was flying through the sky himself. Master Vertical Roll is a journey held by his squire. A princess hug with a handsome breast, the maid is very envious.

By the way, Mr. Gonzalez, too, was initially raised his hand. But we saw your hands up, and eventually we stayed in Dragon City. You said that protecting the city would also be good for Mr. Tanaka.

That was already dressed up. He wanted to go to his daughter-in-law by accident.

"He's not here?

Shortly after arriving in the wetlands, Mr. Dragon was told that he had returned to the figure of man.

By the hand of a maid, we are talking about getting your clothes.

I am very jealous of the beautiful Mr. Dragon's skin, which is white and spotless. Touching my fingertips from time to time, I can't feel the crunchy puffiness. Plumpy cheeky meat or whatever, it should definitely feel good if you touch it.

"That would be right. It's not that easy to find."

It is Mr. Elf who is interacting with her like that.

Mr. Elf has also spoken on an equal footing with Mr. Dragon, saying that he has regained his original power since his first battle in the Great Holy Nation. Even in everyday casual arguments, you can no longer see much to say and lose unilaterally.

However, if Mr. Dragon still raises his voice out loud, he may freak out and tremble and give way to a step. Is it the effect of a long hidden life, the reaction seems stained. But still, it must be reciprocal, reciprocal.

'Then where do I go next?

"Right..."

Looking at the extended wetlands, Mr. Elf will be chosen to continue with the words.

You look like you're thinking something.

That's how opposite she was headed, something shook the trees raggedly.

It's a tree with a short back length. Is it as good as my shoulder? There are many fine branches stretched and the leaves are large. Thanks to this, I get a distant impression. Similar trees grow all around us, but only one of them unnaturally rocks leaves and branches.

"... there's something"

We distanced ourselves a little and heard voices.

It's Mr. Gogol.

She also stares around the same area where the maid was distracted. Gasping and rocking trees are indicated by the index finger on your right hand side.

With this in mind, your consciousness went to the swinging trees at the same time.

"Yu, you're shaking. Is there something in there?

"Could it be a monster?

"Sir, please step back behind me"

In contrast to Master Estelle, who shows an alert posture, Master Vertical Roll is calm. I suppose it's because my squire is better off beside me. From what I've heard from Mr. Elf, I'm talking about everything with the highest-ranking Demon clan.

On the other hand, the unusual are Master Farren and Master Journal.

"Little animal or little demon."

"Mm-hmm. Sometimes I panic around here."

You're calming down.

At a time like this, your two words are comforting.

Beside the maid of honor, the brave man in the west has put his sword in one hand and placed it in an unforeseen situation. Thanks to you I can also feel some relief and watch what happens. As much as I appreciate it.

"Gururu..."

After watching for a while, there was a change on the other side.

Between the trees, something stretched out.

"... a zombie?

Mr. Elf has been squealed.

It's a word I can't hear.

Zombies, they say zombies.

The first thing I did was my arm was stick out, and from there something about the doll crawled out of the tree bush to my head, torso, and so on. The epidermis is rotten, the shape is the person, but it is in a very terrible condition that I don't think I can move around alive at all.

Uh-oh, and I can even hear something like groaning.

Something in the shape of such a person is slowly crawling this way.

"Zombies are rare in places like this."

"I've never heard of you either..."

Master Farren and Master Journal are also tilting their necks.

If these two don't know, does that mean they're quite valuable zombies? The smell of rot, which fragrances quite a bit there even when we are away, is sounding an alarm whistle in the back of the maid's brain that she should leave the area as soon as possible.

"No, not necessarily"

"You know something? Virgin the Great Demon."

"Huh..."

Mr. Elf's body trembled picklessly at the call of the Great Demon Virgin, to which Lady Farren was spoken. Your ever crisp face now will give you a slightly itchy look. Could it be embarrassing?

"But if my guess is correct..."

Such an exploring gaze of hers turns to the surrounding wetlands.

Is there anything to look for?

As a maid, I can't help but notice the zombies approaching us. We are slowly crawling on the ground and, however, steadily shrinking our distance. I'm afraid the crawling marks are wet with liquids I don't know how to handle.

"... No, it can't be that easy to find"

"What are you looking for?

Mr. Elf and Mr. Farren, you can talk to me, but the zombies are getting closer. Is it okay to leave me alone? The smell gradually got tight, too. I recommend one here, like blowing it up with magic or something.

"No, around here in the past..."

"Damn."

It was Mr. Dragon who responded to the maid's thoughts beforehand to everyone.

We headed to the zombie, whose gaze gradually approached us.

"Die."

I thought so, I waved my arms as if even the featherworm would chase me away.

It's the stiffening of the flames that popped out of that hand.

That's a magic called fireball.

I also know the maid.

It is the magic that Mr. Tanaka likes to use. At the same time, it is a magic that has recently shown signs of fashion around him. Everything seems to be basic technology for those who learn magic, and it's something that most wizards can use.

Such a fireball is a straight line for zombies.

He flew away and hit his opponent, causing a huge explosion with Zdon.

The zombie blew up in one shot.

However, the story doesn't fit with all that. What a crack in the ground at the landing point ahead of us. Piscilli and a large crack entered the ground where the tall plants burned and flew to prominence.

That didn't hold my hair in between, and I made a pissy noise and spread it all around me.

From beneath the zombies, the cracks instantly came stretching to our feet.

"Wow!? What did you do?

"Beh, I didn't do anything!? Normal! Normal magic!

It was also during the bundle that Mr. Elf was screamed, and now the ground began to collapse dramatically. As if the building were to collapse, our standing feet began to crumble to a large extent towards the bottom.

What a surprise, there was a cavity under the ground.

"Hi, hi, no, no, no, no."

Naturally, the maid falls off.

Everyone else magically rose to the sky while they were also out of balance. However, there is no other maid who cannot use magic but falls. In an instant, the surrounding sight moves from the bottom up.

"Sophie!

It was Master Estelle who helped me with this.

Fluffiness and the floating sensation of the body were given.

If you notice, you're headed this way, and there's a Master Estelle with both arms stretched out. Probably some magic or something that could float things, and you helped me with the maid thing. Despite all the sudden events, I'm thrilled that you're worried about going down like me.

After all, Master Estelle is a very good person.

Yes, but it makes me want to serve you nonetheless.

"Are you okay?"

"Ha, ha! Thank you. Thank you!

Master Estelle kept her body afloat with the magic of flying in the sky, taking my hand and pulling it up to the ground in one breath. I was able to hold it in its arms and I was able to return safely to the blue sky.

Stepping on the ground with his own feet, he caught sight of the scene of his own collapse.

There are large holes in the ground created by cracks. Apparently, structures existed underground. Its making is always a stone construction reminiscent of the dungeons of the imprisoned Grand Holy Nation.

The collapse of the ceiling, which borders the ground, exposes its internal structure partly, under daylight. Besides, it seems like some of them collapsed, and I'm not sure about the whole thing. It seems quite large. If it's a small village, won't it fit all the way in?

That goes on to go underground and overlap the hierarchy.

"I didn't know there was an underground site like this."

"Um, I've never heard of it either. At this scale, there is likely to be a lot of information to explore along with discovery. How distant it is from the Penny Empire, but the absence of it will probably be an undisclosed historic monument"

"That's another story with a bouncy chest."

Everyone who stays together stands on the edge of the great hole and looks at the historic sites and sites that stretch underground. Oh, come on. You're telling me. Sometimes it's unusual not to know even Dear Farren or Professor Journal.

"You guys, keep looking there. Eh!

That's how the brave men of the west were raised.

Your consciousness will turn in the direction indicated by the listed fingertips. The maid is also a highlight. Then, from the corner of the underground passage that stretches beneath your eyes, you can see dozens of zombies twitching and approaching our side. Zombies, it's zombies again.

It's horrible how many zombies crawl and climb the steep gradient of the collapsed ground.

"... still?"

Seeing how it went, Mr. Elf was squealed with a sinister face.

It's like I noticed something.

'... what the fuck?

"Perhaps, but this is the nest of the Immortal King"

"Eh..."

In response to Mr. Elf's casual whining, Mr. Dragon's face was stretched. I don't have a heart or Mr. Gogol's expression. Also, I feel a little bit crisp. Mr. Dragon aside, it's unusual for Mr. Gogol to show these changes.

"Have you ever met him?

"Nah, nah! Not at all, huh? I don't know him like that!

…………

This Mr. Dragon is a Mr. Dragon desperately hiding the hindsight, isn't it? I'm sure I've seen you before. The tail is wrapped around and shaking anxiously, and the way you talk is restless.

And the fact that this dragon is in such a hurry is not calm on our mind again. Besides, from the sound of the word, your great signs feel like hissies. What a king, I mean with a king.

Was it the Demon King who reminded himself?

"Who is the Immortal King?

A voice of doubt has been raised by the brave men of the west.

It was Professor Journal who answered.

"It is said that he who can unite the undead. As far as I've read in the literature in the past, it's a story about a body that never dies, no matter how mighty its magic is, and an enormous amount of magic that overwhelms others."

"Um, I also remember reading such a statement in past literature. One theory stated that the weak-minded threatened to die just because they saw him. I know it's an exaggeration on boulders, but that's how powerful it is."

"No, Lord Farren. Do you remember the title of that literature?

"Why? Journal Professor"

"It's similar to the book that Non read."

"But it was a slightly different name," Me and the Undead. "

"Oh, well, then. Non read a copy of that strange title."

"I see, was it"

"Read that the author's name is plundered. Did you know that?

"No, the copy I read didn't have the description itself"

"That's a shame."

Dear Farren and Journal began to talk to each other in a lively way about the presence of an immortal king we have yet to see. These two men will surely be able to have an argument about the Immortal King, two or three nights if left alone. Sounds like a lot of fun.

…………

On the other hand, Mr. Elf began to pull.

Could she also remember reading the same book? It's just a slightly unnatural reaction to that. By the way, it's titled Me and the Undead, but this maid also sounds like she's heard something similar somewhere, like she doesn't.

"Oh, hey, you guys! If you're looking for that man, hurry... '

Mr. Dragon opened his mouth to the two of you bouncing conversations. The way you look frightened somewhere is the only thing they're strong about. In retrospect, even when I first heard about the Demon King, it was like this, like it wasn't there.

That was what was happening in the middle of doing.

"Who prevents me from sleeping?"

Unexpectedly out of nowhere, I heard voices I didn't remember in my ears.

It was a lowly, roaring grunt that rang as far as the belly of the listener. Thanks to the maid, that's already a surprise. I accidentally let my body wiggle victoriously and look around.

However, I don't see a figure like that.

"Eh..."

"Gu, have you been captured..."

It was Mr Dragon and Mr Elf who had a remarkable reaction.

Oh, wait a minute, please. You don't have a vertical roll and a squire. I can't see him doing it at any point. Turning your consciousness far away, there are two people flying in the sky to avoid a point in the sky, a hole that opens up on the ground.

Apparently, you escaped.

Boulders are vertical roll-like.

I wanted my maid to take me with her.

"What? This voice."

"Where is it coming from?"

Dear Farren and Professor Journal have also stopped rigging and are nervous faces. You will be careful to explore where your voice comes from and you will be watching what happens around you. When these two look serious, the maid gets nervous unexpectedly.

"Are those the ones who prevent me from sleeping?

Your voice can go on pale.

Could they see this one?

It's just after you wonder so much.

Something in the shape of a person slowly emerged from the deeper part of the big hole that collapsed the way it was. I looked at it, thinking it was slightly white, and if you look closely, it was bone.

Is it a monster of sorts called Skeleton? Alongside the zombies, you're a monster that looks good on your grave. The same goes for the zombies earlier, but this is the first time I've seen them.

There is some blue and white light up around the bone, and it feels very uneventful.

"Huh..."

I heard the breathtaking sounds of the brave men of the west right beside me.

Let me ask you how you are chilling, your legs are shaking. Dear Farren and Journal also make your complexion blue and wiggle your body. As one person and without exception, you are making yourself strong in tension.

Compared to zombies, my body feels small and understated, but as a maid, I think it seems easy to attach, but is it actually very strong or something? Thinking about it makes a difference, and it's the maid's knee that starts to rattle and tremble.

"No, not us."

Mr Elf said to represent you all.

You also have a somewhat higher voice to answer than usual.

"Then who is it?

"If you're referring to this tragedy, I'm guessing the underground structure has become unbearable due to the undead you created. The undead overflowed to the ground. From what I've seen, isn't it a pretty old make"

"... is that true?

"True. We just happened to be there."

That's the one where lying is convenient, too.

Mr. Elf, it's lovely.

…………

…………

Ultimately, the bone has risen to the same height as ours.

In the middle of the big hole, we are in the air similarly to this one.

You have a thin blurry, blue-white light in your eye hole on a beautiful skull that doesn't even have a shard of meat creeping in it. Instead of eyeballs, are you looking at us there? What a strange monster.

If you look carefully, it may be fitted with a ring or something, and it's a bit stylish.

"... right"

"Oh, yeah, that's right"

…………

At times like this, Mr. Dragon, who usually pinches his mouth with us first, is somewhat quiet. You're hiding in Mr. Elf's shadow, and you look like you don't know him. The maid has never witnessed Mr. Dragon getting smaller in the shadows of others.

"During this time, humans were making noise around here."

"If you're referring to a case where you were disturbed in your sleep and zombied against a human army, that's over a hundred years old already. Don't let the boulders get you in trouble while you're talking about it."

"... a hundred years? Do you want to lie to me?

"I'm not lying. If you care, you can go check it out with your own eyes and ears"

…………

"Duh, what's up?

"... right"

It's kind of hard to grasp the tempo of the conversation.

Thanks to you, I'll be a hiatus.

I don't think that or this is because I can't see the emotions from the change in expression. The fact that your face is only boned would be quite inconvenient with this. It goes hand in hand with the fact that the number of mouths is modest, and it really sees it in a bad direction.

"Oh, by the way, I'd like to visit you."

"... what?

"Didn't you see a man around here with yellow skin and a cheeky face?

…………

Even in this context, Mr Elf, who is sure to go towards his goal, looks very good. You're the difference between cloud mud and Mr. Dragon, who's getting smaller next door. The two of you are very impressed with what you normally look like in a targeted way.

"I don't know."

"I'm a man who seems to be of a different race from the people of this continent..."

"I don't."

…………

And apparently the maid pulled a hassle.

Rather, could this situation be considered rather unlucky? I guess deciding where to go with a whale was an unscrupulous thing to do. I kind of got a stomachache step by step.

"... but right"

"What? Hey, anything bothering you?

"Was I that far out of power..."

"Ugh, um"

"It's time for me to see the next generation."

"The next generation?

"If you can no longer control your own power, the Immortal King must remain."

"I don't know about your circumstances, but I have trouble overflowing the undead to the ground. That way, I'd like you to do something about it, but is it something you can't handle? I wouldn't be stingy to help if we could."

…………

"Oh, come on, have you touched it? Then I apologize..."

"Oh, right. It's time to go find the next generation."

The story flow is headed in the direction of the collapsed zombie collective dwellings and the departure of Mr. Tanaka from where he is going, something that we do not know very well. Mr. Elf, who is having a conversation about this, is also leaning his neck in doubt.

If so, the body of the bone turned toward the sky and suddenly began to rise.

float higher than the ground to go.

"Oh, come on."

Farewell, Elf's daughter.

Even if Mr. Elf speaks out, I'm not involved.

"Wait..."

"Thank you for letting me know this way"

I thought I had uttered a farewell word, and the bones headed to the sky and floated with tremendous momentum. That was a tremendous momentum, and it quickly became a small dot, and when we realized it, we had lost sight of ourselves.

Where were they headed?

The maid is very concerned about the treatment of the large number of zombies left in the basement.

◇ ◆ ◇

One night went by and we celebrated the day of an out-of-school class with a suggestion from Boy.

The students who left the school at first light in the morning followed the pull of a dozen faculty members and even came to the woods near the town. It is up to teachers to explain the content of the classes that will be conducted this time, standing on the boundary between meadows and forests.

To summarise the content of this class, the students are asked to form a group of several people and head to a temple set up somewhere in the woods, from where they can pick up bills. Maps indicating the destination in advance have been distributed and will be walked according to this.

It seems that the temples of destination vary from group to group. And no matter which temple I went to, I was explained that it would take an entire day. It is said that it will be the curriculum imposed on students to deal appropriately with the problems that arise in the process.

What an out-of-school class that seems to take time and money to prepare. It would mean that Dada hasn't collected all the nobles. However, to put it the other way around, this kind of muddy class may be set up because the majority of students are aristocrats.

Incidentally, each group says students are being gathered across the discipline framework. It's a salt plum such as the so-called joint class. He explained that this absorbs the poor at every discipline. Reminds me of Netoge's instant dungeon offense.

And it seems the composition of the group was shared in the classroom beforehand. At the same time that the teacher's explanation can be completed, the students head to the woods with everyone. Does the order in which you bring back the bills also make you an important factor in judging your grades?

In the meantime, Bo is looking around for something.

Well, what's wrong?

"Boy, what's going on?

"Oh, no, I can't see the group members."

"I see."

You'll be about one of the face-to-face beforehand, so there's no way you don't know who you're dealing with. Maybe he's ill and he's off, or something about that hand situation. Later on, only Boy's group will try individually, like.

"What's your name, by the way?

"One of you knows your face, too. A man who's been tangling with me in the hallway all his life."

"Ah......"

He is the one who has stirred up Bo in the encounter.

He is also the person who created the motivation to summon Mr. Bird.

"Huh?

A bird notices the gaze on her soy sauce face looks up at this one and tilts her neck.

Seriously, no.

"Those who were there will be members of my group."

"That's a very skewed group composition again."

I don't know his name.

However, I remember my face well because it was characterised by a leather-like haircut. Busamen can do it once too, so I wanted to try a leasen or something. I wanted to try to support the overwhelming volume supported by the definite root of my hair with my own neck.

There are things that won't come true no matter how hard I try, 'cause I saw that haircut and I found out.

"He says it's a pretty big family nobleman with that one. Must have hung up on a teacher."

"I see."

When it comes to school life, where nobles gather and run, it is an inevitable story. Similar events were experienced in the Royal School of the Penny Empire. Even the school city was bored. I want to be at peace this time, if possible.

"What's up, Macefield? You're not leaving?

That's how the teacher hung up on me.

I remember this again on that face. This is the faculty in charge who led the students of Summoning Magic when they were summoned by Summoning Magic. He has checked with a surprise look, confirming that he is still standing at the starting point.

Until now, the majority of the students who surrounded the map and had operational meetings also went into the woods. A neighborhood where people were also neglected, where you could take a skinny middle-aged bastard with a bird with no specialty, that would have caught the eye.

"Instructor, don't you know my group members?

"Hmm? If it's your group, I went into the woods first..."

"... Really?"

It is an indication.

Hearing the teacher's words, Bo's expression made me sad.

Still a painting, so handsome.

"What's up? Something wrong?

"Apparently, the information wasn't conveyed correctly. From now on I'll decide to go after them too. You can't go around like this. I'm just a little late for the start, is that okay?

"Oh, yeah, I don't mind if Macefield's good,"

"Thank you"

Boy, apparently, I have a feeling they've left me.

Besides, when the other person becomes Reese's him, he is a convicted criminal at ten to eighty-nine.

The state of the instructor who answers also feels something backward. I'm sure he understands the situation of the students in front of him in no small measure. You also feel you've done something wrong, and you don't show difficulty to the boy who tries to leave late.

I'm sure you couldn't defy the power of the Reese family.

"Now if you'll excuse me."

"Kee, you're gonna be careful, okay?

"Yes."

The instructor dropped us off, and we stepped into the woods again.

◇ ◆ ◇

The forest was more forest than I thought.

If you walk for less than an hour while you step in, you won't know where you're walking. Modern people accustomed to luxurious sign culture and guidance in map apps also have a high degree of difficulty. It was lost after a few minutes stepping into a sense of direction or something.

Still, I can walk away without stopping my legs because for one thing, Boy is leading me one way to the map. For calling himself royal, he is a highly skilled survivor. Maybe your parents are poorer than you can imagine with soy sauce faces.

"Tanaka, I'm sorry I got involved"

"What are you talking about?

"This class is meant to be taught in groups of several people. That said, we are about to come with you and me. I don't think there are any life-threatening challenges for students, but it will still be hard work"

"I see."

"If you're anxious, I don't mind you coming back. He also had a physical condition as a student of the Summoning Department and wished to accompany him so far. But as long as we stay away from this, we'll be fine. You should still fly out of the woods with flying magic and return to the dormitories of the school. Let's just say I go on my own after that."

No, there's no annihilation.

No way, you'd be too good a man to care that much for me, boy. It is a reminder of Yaritin. Thanks to you, Busamen will be aware of his sexual situation in front of them.

Am I screwing the maid after all?

I guess I'm fucked.

Ever since I was allowed to stay in the dorm, I was right to enter the futon early in the day after day. In case you stay up late or something, I'm sure your voice or something will sound over the wall and your virgin's brittle heart will break easily. Definitely makes me want to drink alcohol or something.

"I am in your subpoena, son."

Also, if you leave with Boy at this time, if that fact is passed on to the maid later, you will undoubtedly get a strangulation first. Why did you leave under Boy? You're a Summoner disqualified.

I find that play quite appealing, but this time I'm going to go the regular route.

Boy, you're a good man.

"But..."

"And if it's not two, it's three, it could be surprisingly manageable"

"Three?

"Yeah, three."

Let me answer you as I send my gaze to Mr. Bird.

Now it is a force that can hardly be fooled. If you're up against someone around High Oak, why don't you play a good game? It is a fuzzy, futuristic mockingbird who also rewarded the maid with an arrow last night.

"Huh?

"I'm counting on you. Let's show Boy what we look like together."

"Huh, huh!

Do you understand these words or not? I have no idea what that intent is, but some kind of bird that makes you jump well. At our feet, where we stopped walking, he reacts by spreading his wings vibrantly with the bass.

Were you enlivened by the way it looked?

Fong was nodded with a gentle grin on his face.

"... right"

"Yes, sir."

This is another picturesque laugh.

He is a prince, and he is a sissy coming face.

"Okay. I'm sorry, but I want you to hang out with me, Tanaka and Tanaka Summoner."

"Leave it to me"

"Huh!

I also feel that the Summoner has followed the board step by step.

What a peaceful thing.