Log Horizon

◆ 1.04

Three Steel-tailed Flying Dragons (Wyvern) stepped down to a landing site built on the roof with wings drawn on the black ground.

When two of the three "Adventurers" jumped out of the "Magic Bag" (Magic Back) quickly, they poured water and let the "Steel Tail Flying Dragon" drink. I started taking care of Love Riders who flew long distances.

Woodstock, who asked those two to do something later, sticks his hands in the pockets of his flight jacket and heads to the admin door that sticks out onto the roof. There's a samurai there, who leads us indoors more like a fort than a hall.

Down a number of stairs, Woodstock was led on a curved aisle. From the feel of modern Earthlings, it is an inefficient and far-flung building, but it may be an unhelpful measure if it is said to be a medieval military facility.

I went out into the corridor around the courtyard and my vision opened.

Because until now it has been a stone aisle with slight lights leaking out of small windows, a graceful courtyard filled with walls painted with white lacquer and jade trees looks filled with afternoon light to shine.

When I stepped into the courtyard with one hand up to the salute samurai, the lawn rang at my feet. Moving on, I could still see a fashionable chair with white paint on all sides of the round table.

It's a pair of men and women there. Not that I'm a couple though, but I look like a father and daughter age difference. The sauce-eyed man, dressed too rough with a white t-shirt and an old cloak on top of his jersey, is KR (kearu). The red-haired young daughter, who lets her barefoot hang out on the chair, is rumored to be his adopted daughter, the Red Jade Dragon.

"Royal Hand"

"Lie to me. You still have two concubine nights left!?

"No, 'cause I'm gonna be king on this flying car"

"Then move Pawn aside and take him down."

"Uh."

"Our army is full of soldiers. A rolling pawn wields a long spear and devours the flank of the Jersey Army."

"Oh well. That's the only way. … like this when you get a queen in a fragrance car"

"Barrier!"

"Huh."

"Queen Barrier!"

"Er..."

Seeing from a conversation about content that seems to be out of power, the two of them are hitting chess or chess today. I didn't know which one from looking at the plate surface, and I have cards on hand such as "Skip" and "Drow 2".

The roaring sound of "oops" at a slightly remote point was nothing to intimidate or anything about, and the hope was that the opponent would now notice the approaching. Interrupting into this air is too difficult, no matter how much woodstock.

"Oh, beard!

With that, the red-haired girl Garnetta seems to have noticed. "Well done, you should sit here!" He embarks on himself, pointing to the chair across the street. In the middle of that trick, I subtly threw the plate surface around Gushagusha, was I likely to lose? Though I felt that for a moment, there was nothing to gain from interrupting the relationship between these two, so Woodstock sat down on that seat with an example of "sorry".

A samurai appearing like a shadow serves coffee to Woodstock and KR. It's an oversized chocolate parfait in front of a young girl. Is she in a good mood for the parfait, pawns and cards together in the headbag at her feet to play with Zarazala?

"When the beard comes out, I get a snack. Shou"

"People don't listen well, Gartan. I'm worthy, unemployed, huh? You serve snacks every day."

"Add to that one extra time. This is a gain that cannot be ignored."

It's ugly. It's a shimbo.

KR, who lied so much, said she was small and got a good white leg stuck in her flank "ugly. It breaks," he said.

Woodstock, once oriented towards the Hard Boiled route, disguised itself as frightened but indifferent. I won't disturb you because it seems like a fun atmosphere, but it's perverted that I'm happy to be kicked by a toddler. It's KR's self-defense that it just looks that way rather than genuine, but I think it sucks just to say that it looks perverse.

All the people who are said to be top notch suck.

The former Alliance Master Isaac of the Black Sword Knights is represented. The sports club's subordinate bullying and femininity were really out of hand. Probably the hardest thing is that he is not offended. Celebrities have a strong habit of something and getting tired of dating.

Woodstock, the guild master of the postal guild Grandale, who has now gained himself and Akiba's leading visibility, drank black coffee with a strange face without realizing it.

"Beard became a drifter, didn't he?"

The young girl, who watched the turning KR in a cool stream, has told Woodstock about it. He nodded "Oh," as he moaned his beard, knowing that this young girl would make grown-up remarks.

"You mean the Roundtable meeting? Yes."

"Why did you do that?"

"I have a job to do."

Woodstock answered that with few words.

The current mainstream of "Grandale" 's work is postal. I am not able to handle as much baggage as logistics or transport. Grandale is characterized by the fact that almost all Alliance members have contracts/possessions with flying subpoenas. Such riders brought immeasurable advantages to the Grandale as they delivered letters and parcels on the arcuate archipelago Yamato, where streets were dimensioned and monsters roamed.

At first it was a job at last. The quest for the Roundtable Conference, which operates within the forces of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, is diverse, but the exchange of information and the exchange of rare goods is indispensable if materials are to be collected or demons in the neighborhood are to be exorcised, as is the defense of the "Earthlings" residence, the dispatch of personnel and long distance escort missions. Although on a massive quest, it's a messenger chore.

As he repeatedly took on such a flying leg job, the name of "Grandale" gradually and slowly penetrated really slowly. That was also a direction that Woodstock did not imagine - growing appreciation within the "Grounders".

There are countless isolated villages in this Yamato in the mountains where you have to run for four days down the road, even to the territorial capital where the nobility that protects you is located. If such a village was besieged by the looting forces of the Green Kid (Goblin), it could be said that fate had run out. Even if we defend the village with boneless backwoods, we can't even go get reinforcements. Even in such a village, the "Steel Tail Flying Dragon" of "Grandale" flies.

In this underdeveloped world of transportation networks, few parents and brothers know the whereabouts of boys and girls who wish to emerge from their villages. "Go to the capital and get a job in your hands," it is very rare that you will be kept in touch afterwards, despite the dozens of young people who leave your hometown every year.

However, the "Steel Tail Flying Dragon" of "Grandale" delivers from the sky to a lonely village, relying on the slightest servitude and information entrusted by such young people.

Just as the images of "Adventurers" in large cities such as Mai Hama and Tukba are the "Black Sword Knights" and "D. D. D." who line up invincible moves to defend the city, the images of "Adventurers" in lonely villages are "Grandale".

It is a "rush out of the sky to deliver lucky news to the village" in a literal sense. No matter how many "magic bags" (magic bags) you have, they don't carry a ton of supplies, and most of them don't sweep the monsters away because they're acting alone. However, "This village is not isolated," says Grandale, who shows in his actions that "there are people who can be approached properly", a much higher rating than Woodstock, the guild master in "The Adventurer" and not "The Landlord."

"Didn't you work all the time?

"I missed the Round Table to keep going."

It was a high but therefore decision.

Woodstock and the "Grandale" guild members understood what they were like to the "Earthlings", who also lived in small villages. Because I understand it, I can no longer be tied to the Round Table Conference and the Alliance of Free Cities Easter.

It does not belong to the "Round Table Meeting" or the "PLANT HWYADEN" and remains politically neutral instead of taking on both tasks. Without disturbing the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal or the Holy Empire Westlande, continue to fly in the sky for the powerless "earthlings" of an unnamed village. That was the decision of the Woodstocks.

I didn't tell anyone about that determination, but I'm probably aware of it around the Siloe on the Horizon of Records. He broke my bones for a round exit.

Isaac on the Rotten Edge may also be noticing. A former boss (Isaac) who has recently placed his shoulder in My Hama sent a large amount of Fantasmal material to Grandale when he left the Roundtable Conference. I didn't say thank you because I had a beard, but it's not that I don't appreciate it.

"Right. Ah. Did the beard become unemployed to be ed"

'Cause it's not.'

Woodstock snorted in disgust, asserting to his red-haired daughter, who had no alarm or gap. Even when we first met, this garnetta ripped off a beard from Woodstock's chin.

Speaking of what sucked, this world was still Cerdesia, in that even the ed beard would be restored and regenerated in just a few moments. I mean, there's no such thing as the end. Except for the pain, of course. It hurts amazingly every time they do. I can't do it with every joke.

"Well, as long as you keep your comic talent behind you,"

"Yeah, yeah."

Woodstock takes his stuff out of his favorite saddlebag (magic bag) as he sighs at the pair who recieves his grudge gaze. It's a parcel and a strictly sealed letter.

"I got your reply and your stuff. Lord Shiloe. He wants to show his face over here once."

"Right. Ah. Hmm. Looking forward to it."

KR, who crooked the edges of his lips and laughed niggly, received his baggage from Woodstock. This is the latest flight I've transported by air from Akiba. The letter was entrusted to me by Siloe, and the parcel was inserted from that guild, the Horizon of Records.

"Why are you bothering to write to me? I don't know if it's okay."

"I wouldn't be the only one. But if you're going to explain Siloe's thoughts to others, it'd be more convenient to keep them together in writing, wouldn't it?

Woodstock was satisfied with KR's response.

"Talking" is long-range voice communication. Fast and convenient, but not universal. The text is more complex than the conversation, and information similar to pictures and diagrams cannot be provided in the Mindset.

It's the same logic that voice calls didn't drive e-mail and mail away that it was the Earth world.

"Round Table Meeting" and "PLANT HWYADEN".

The two main organizations of Adventurers in Yamato are ushering in a new era. A new relationship is being explored, inspired by the "large-scale battle at the Fort of Calling" and the "Visit to Akiba in Saigon". No public statements have yet been made, but the two are exchanging information under water. Siloe and KR are the focal points, and Woodstock is present at the scene. Woodstock himself, not a guild member, deals with the matter, which is why.

"Well, this letter's gonna be good for me."

"Right."

But I don't need any more information.

Woodstock mouths the coffee in silence.

Even inside PLANT HWYADEN, we hear that relationships are complex and faction-like. I hear that the head of the guild is a woman named Wet Feather, but there are still rumours that she has a relationship with a woman who runs an internal affair called Intics.

If Woodstock stepped in there, distancing himself from the Holy Empire Westlande, to run the sky, he wouldn't know what he was away from the Round Table Conference for. Woodstock therefore did not ask whom the letter would cross in what way. The shipping address is KR. That's enough.

- Of course, it's also because of the point that ",,,,,,,,,,," which can be bugged.

Woodstock overheard KR's crush. I don't even want to think about such horrible possibilities.

◆ 1.05

"You're annoying"

"Yes, Mr. Fifty Bells"

In Akiba just before dusk, the fifty bells succeeded in rendezvous with Minori.

Meet me at the loud entrance square to Street Yokocho.

"You okay? It was early in the morning, wasn't it? That way."

"It's okay. Sit down. It's your job. Besides, I'm an adventurer."

"That's right. It's Adventurer."

Smile loudly, and fifty bells give it back. Every time I realize it, I'm surprised, but the Fifty Bells are the Adventurers. My body is sturdy, I don't get sick, my vitality springs up, and I'm a little superman.

In the Horizon of Records, in addition to the four fifty bells known as the "Youth Group", the five Seraras spend their daily lives in collective action. At first, the five were grouped together due to their proximity to levels, but they deepened their bond with the adventures of "LaGranda Du", and the feeling of being completely "companion" and "in the body" towards several adventures: "Choushi Town Defense Battle", "Beyond Boxult" and "Battle of Saphir".

In the early days, as an escort and commander of expedition training, he was often accompanied by direct successors, Akatsuki, and Chantai, but as much as he counted six months since he began to assemble, the frequency has fallen, and the Fifty Bells are now on a free adventure unless it is also a sleepover away.

Of course, the fifty bells, because they are boys and girls of their age, do not have the feeling that the adults are annoyed by detailed instructions and surveillance. But more than that, in the aftermath of the catastrophe, we felt that the "elderly", who were not so different in age, were really very busy every day, and let's do our thing ourselves. Therefore, as a fifty bell, there are also familial filial thoughts that are not filial.

Toya said, "Let it go!" He shouted joyfully, Lundelhaus said, "Be alone, even." This is another bragging face, and Serara made a grip, "I'll make it right," Minori said, "I'll leave the report to you!" He writes the journal (Fifty Bells thinks this is a tearful effort to increase the chances of talking to Shiloe).

Anyway, that's why the youngsters were exploring hundreds of zones in and around the city of Akiba to make routine contributions - i.e. collecting materials, buying and selling them, doing quests for the Adventure Office, and helping run the guild, cleaning laundry buyouts and using them.

Of course, it's not always a five-person group, some jobs are enough by themselves, others have to invite help from the outside (rather, they are called more from the outside as helpers). It's still one of those normal days, and Minori should have been working part-time at the Guild Hall, fifty bells a warehouse organizer and seller for the instrumentation store's inventory sale, and Towya and Lundelhouse going out to the Westwind Brigade for luggage and combat training. Finally, Serara should have been doing her chores in the "Three Moons Alliance".

The Fifty Bells will now rendezvous for a one-day debriefing.

Unless there are special circumstances, it is the routine of the Fifty Bells to make time for sunny days and rainy days to rendezvous and talk while eating sweets. The Adventurer's body is very strong, but that's not true of those who feel it. Just because you can do it, you fight monsters all the time, you keep using production stunts all the time, you keep fighting paperwork all the time (it's Mr. Siloe), it makes my mind go away.

In this world without video or video games, discussing it with friends was the best entertainment, and I couldn't think of a life without it for Fifty Bells, who was a high school girl.

Time just leaned in the sun. The air is only starting to turn into a pale shade of citrus. The hours to dinner are still long enough for Fifty Bells or Minori or Serara to be able to talk about anything. In the meantime, Akiba's "adventurer" life is so full of things happening every day. The debriefing was also an indispensable task.

"Can you buy it?

"Yeah.... is that enough? This."

"Hmm. I don't think it's going to rot, and should we add about five more servings?

"Yes!"

Fifty Bells suggests that to Minori, who protruded a tease-stuffed drink of the Giraffe (?) motif's Magic Bag (Magic Bag). My "magic bag" with casters is filled with vegetables and bread, such as roasted salted koji skewers or croquettes.

These foods are a necessary preparation, as there is also a need to look after whether it is a particularly important discussion today or a confirmation process.

"Okay, let's go!

"Yes."

Fifty Bells began to walk as Minori, who counted fine and paid the price seriously, turned around. to move to the ruins of the rendezvous point. It's in Akiba's zone, so it won't take long enough to walk.

Fifty bells out on the boulevard laughed and asked Minori.

"You look lovely today."

"Really?

Today's Minori outfit is lady-style: a blouse with a short length jacket and a beret on a high waist skirt. It is a fifty bell coordination, an operation that makes you look a little stretched out and older.

"So, Agent Minori."

"Why are you a crew member!

"How's it going with Mr. Shiloe, Ururi?"

On her elbow, Minori turned her face bright red and shy of her body. Fifty bells thought the lighting minnoli was really cute.

"Beh, stick. As usual."

"Do you like it as usual, Minori?"

"Mr. Shiloe... always looks good"

Ho, ho, ho. Staring at me like that, I'm nagging with my cheeks dyed and I'm bumping my hands and feet.

"Minori is cute. If I were a man, I would have given it to my wife."

I accidentally hugged him.

Mmm. This is force majeure.

I have no choice.

Fifty bells, thinking about it, indulge in the feel of Minori. It smells soft and nice and warm, and most importantly, it's just the right size. Fifty Bells thought Minori was much more of a girl than a kakashi girl who was just as thin and meaty as herself.

"It's a bargain!

That's why I voiced that inner part.

"That's not true. … I've always pulled Mr. Shiloe's legs."

"Healthy and all the way!

Yeah, I think the fifty bells say I'm good today.

From the Guildhouse on the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon), three of them were in the alley in front. There are several open alleys around here. It's a space surrounded by a decaying gold net that was clearly a parking lot if it was the Earth world.

Between its vacant spaces there are often ruins of small buildings. In height, it's about five stories, and according to the direct descriptions, the atmosphere of a miscellaneous building that contained part shops and made-to-measure coffee.

This type of compartment has been delayed in redevelopment.

Huge building ruins are undergoing reuse with large-scale guilds intervening, and small ruins in the centre are adjusted for collective use as inns and liquors. But these half-way sections of the perimeter tend to be left in the stream. Small-scale abandoned buildings with no floor area are easy to use in guilds of around ten people like The Horizon of Records, but guilds of that size are often absorbed by major players and are rapidly phasing out. On the other hand, if it's one party size, that is, an alliance of about six people, even small ruins will be spared.

Furthermore, vacant land sandwiched in ruins often has a tent set up by "the earth man" coming out of the region or visiting commerce, stopping a boxcarriage.

Lundelhaus has also been on his way after consultation from such caravans, and has accompanied the Fifty Bells on several occasions. It's not like it's an unfamiliar neighborhood.

"Agent Minori."

"Yes."

"I think I should push more. As for the Fifty Bells!

"I knew you were a trooper."

The Fifty Bells continue to interact with Minori as she walks along the backroad that is so rough, but so crowded.

"That's already! I'm more or less coordinating Minori's fashion, right? I'm already captain of the Minori support team! What do you do without instructing bravery and courage!

"I'm captain..."

Fifty bells still wave a hot valve at Minori, who leaves her mouth hanging with her cheeks dyed.

"Here's the thing, you stick around. Go shopping with me. Half the rice. I'll fix your hair. That sort of thing...... skinship? Mr. Shiloe must be blunt, so I think the Fifty Bells have to do something like that."

"Like Mr. Lundelhouse and Mr. Fifty Bells."

"Huh?"

Fifty bells were taken lightly and he looked seriously at Minori's face.

Why would Lundell House come out? The question is repainted with twitching and understanding by remembering what I said.

Stick around - maybe there is.

Go shopping with me - it's a buyout, not a shopping. But there is.

Half the rice - don't you want to taste it when you buy it?

I'll fix your hair - because it's embarrassing if you don't cure your sleeping habits.

"Well, that's not what it is, Kedo."

This has been an unfavourable exchange. With that in mind, the Fifty Bells can swim their gaze. I'm a little embarrassed that you were doing that, even though that's not how it related to Lundelhouse, maybe that's how it was seen from Minori.

(I lied, I'm sorry. awesome embarrassment)

Fifty bells worked their heads desperately to open things up.

"Ah. Rudy and I - no, allies! Yes, my Reiki Kogami!! More than that, Minori."

Fifty bells circle their arms in the blindfold and tow out loud.

From the looks of it, the situation is that we are both turning bright red and talking aloud, but what neither of us realizes is that we love each other.

"Anyway, Minori, make a date with Mr. Siloe!

"Dating!?

Luckily, the momentum seems to have deceived me.

"That's right. It's a date. It's an aggressive offense! Otherwise, 'cause you're gonna be a punk like those sisters!

"Yes, sir"

I could already help myself from there. He snorted around Minori's shoulder and managed to make her snort.... Of course, where Minori dated Siloe, the fifty bell problem doesn't solve it, but the fifty bells were satisfied just to escape some sort of embarrassing pointer in front of her.

of Minori and fifty bells. And fifty bells and Lundell House's.

I thought the soft, tender time would last forever.

◆ 1.06

"It's late. Miss Minori."

"Here. Rudy."

A bright voice rang from the inside of the ruins behind the contents, and Minori and Fifty Bells entered the abandoned building, twisting through the half-destructed entrance that they could not enter without turning back.

"I'll hold my stuff. Fifty Bells Sister."

Toya, who appeared from somewhere, received a paper bag of fifty bells, and a line hung onto the floor of the west sun. What we've been waiting for is Serara, who is now closer than her classmates, and a pair of people who have come to Akiba from afar.

"I bought it right! Five servings plus five!

"Look, hang on."

Those two people, who ate skewered grilled meat with great momentum from the wrap put out by the fifty bells, are swinging their very fluffy tails of excitement violently left and right.

"How'd it go?

"Dinned once, fell down, woke up again, fell down"

Toya responds to Minori's question.

"Hmm, this could be a real pompous"

As the shoulders shrugged and the fifty bells continued, a slightly troubled look Lundelhaus had interrupted the excuse.

"No, but you can tell they're ancient species. - There's no way you think the elite of the Knights of Izmo is like this (,,,)?

"Oops! Litka, that's mine!

"Hey, you can have your meat."

"This isn't meat, it's leftover skewers!?

"Ugh, it was delicious. Hey, mister. I'd like more meat this time. Take it."

"Here, Litka!!

To the two people who face each other and fumble their tails, only Serara smiles in difficulty and arbitrates, "I still have it, so ah".

The two were "Wolffang" girls.

Is he about his age in his late teens? He looks older than Minori, but I don't know if he's better than Reese. That's the impression. The girl, called Lelia, has dark eyes in her emerald hair. The girl, called Litka, has morning burning eyes in her emerald hair.

They're both wearing cloth-centric lightweight protective gear, and their flickering designs also look like some ethnic costume. There was also a lot of exposure there, and the tattooy magic crest running on the peeking complexion made the atmosphere feel exotic. It would be too hard cosplay if you looked like this on Earth, but it's a pretty temperamental piece of equipment in Akiba today, it would only hold some recognition.

Minori and the others consult each other in a low voice, aside from the two who take away from each other over the meat.

"Minori. Did you tell Brother Siloe?

"Yeah...... He seemed very busy today. It's a little bit to bring in any more"

"Well, it's not like anything happened."

The fifty bells of the absurd look of a troubled soul.

I picked up the sisters (,,) about two days ago. The sisters Lelia and Litka were down in the groves on the island of Harmocross, consuming in an instant the portable food of the Minori youth group they discovered in the middle of the hunt. If you ask me, they haven't eaten anything in two weeks. After that he again took his sisters, who had lost their minds, back to Akiba without even going to throw them out, carrying blankets and food to that place, where they dived into ruins on their own and fell asleep, a salt plum called the second day today as they ate and slept.

If I told you, I picked up the downfall and took care of the meal.

That's all it is.

Though by the standards of the Earth world they are minors, the Minori youth group is almost the age to be considered an adult in this Yamato. While I also earn regular money from monster hunting, the bedding and meals I have provided this time are also misplaced by that income.

More than that, it's not reprehensible.

"I wouldn't have gone over there to report it early. - They're ancient species, no matter what."

The usual cheerful and sprinkling atmosphere was also thin, and the hard-eyed Lundelhaus said so in his arms.

"Dear Sir. Ma'am, the pears are gone!

"Just without?

"I miss you so much without dessert..."

"Pear conspiracy. Oh, my God."

"Where's Lady Nee's pear?

"There are no more. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe I ate two!

Shh. Shh.

Seriously, there are signs of two people swooping their tails behind us.

Lundelhaus, who had a harsh look on his face, maintained the atmosphere for about ten seconds, but dropped his shoulders. Is that the expression "I'm talking serious, but it's these guys already"?

Lundelhouse, who sighs like tired, Minori, who sees how it goes, also feels guilty, though not what he did.

"Hey. Hey. Litka is Litca-Mofur XXVIII. Eternal Emeritus (Oh, my God!) Be the Emperor of the Underground Empire! Thank you for your continued dinner."

At the end of the meal at last, and whether it had completed the energy replenishment over the course of a few days, it was better to wear an adorable hat of the two girls, raising one hand with a full smile and introducing themselves. At first he looks proud and great, and eventually, for some reason, bows his head in polite language.

"Idiot. Idiot. I'm so sorry. I'm Lelia-Mofur. I'm the guardian of this no sister. I'm really sorry, but Road Bank disappeared, so thank you for your continued dinner."

Apparently a sister, a girl with intense leg exposure also introduces herself. This one is a shuddering plea from the beginning, while at the end of the day reversing the big graffiti purse.

"It's full of penetration, but where do we start?"

Toya with a serious look looked back.

Minori swings her neck around and turns it into a reply. I don't know where to start asking. The words of two girls who ate more than ten servings just today are a pile of weird things to hear.

I don't know what it means just to be an empire, but what does it mean to be underground and honorable in eternity? If you're an honorary emperor, wouldn't you have other emperors? Sounds kind of great, but why is that emperor here? Why is my sister a guardian when she seems so great? Why a crooked purse? Why have I lost my travel expenses? (speculation arises as to whether this question disappeared with food costs)

Is the key question, or "ancient species", true? Where and what have you been doing so far? Why did you come to Akiba? What purpose... Before we get to that question, we're going to be snowy mountain wrecked by mental fatigue.

"What do you like or dislike about allergies and eating?

In a way it was Serara who seized the minnoli and fifty bells he was pulling and asked without any cowardice.

"It's a good question. Litka can eat anything that tastes good. I love Minkan and Doria. Meat in medium please"

"Liar. You can't eat watermelon."

"My lord said," When I eat watermelon, it sprouts from my navel. "

"... what about bitter?

"Because it's bitter!

"I'm sorry Litka was so exhausted. But I really need your help."

In the wake of that one word, the sisters inflated their tails again, fussy and intimidating. That said, I can't feel the anger, it just seems twisted. You look very close.

"Maybe they're a clown?

"Isn't that a lot of a way to put it? Cartoonist, or something?

Lundelhouse and fifty bells whisper, but Minori drops her shoulder and flips when she has no choice.

"Well, Mr. Lelia...... and Mr. Litka"

I called Lelia to the main because I had a glimmer of hope for the keyword "guardian" that was in her words, and I had the feeling of avoiding any further derailment of the story.

"Yes, what is it"

Hopeful observation, but with a riddle of expression, the two sisters neck Minori better. Deep emerald hair wafts at the tip of her shoulder, looking older from Minori, but not so far apart.

"Where did you two come from? Why go to Akiba?

"That's right."

"Gastronomic Trip -"

"No! Well, I was in a little cavernous with my sister, and she overslept."

"Ha."

If I talk to you, I'll stick my hands up at the conversation of a sensible Lelia and try to follow the story as I stream Litka into it.

"When I woke up, the futon was gone and the dirt mass was filling my sight, so I went out on the ground in advance. You surprised me. I'm hungry."

As always, the content of the story leans my neck in many ways.

Doesn't that state that earthen masses are burying sight mean that they are buried alive? Or does the Ancient Species sleep like hibernation in those conditions? Minori has no prior knowledge, so I can't tell if that's normal or unusual at all.

The only thing I can tell is that Lelia, who tells me she's "hungry," is dyed and lit her cheeks.

"There was something to appeal to our sixth sense that explored the signs around. Something's wrong. There are disturbing signs. This is to the east."

"A treat!"

"Not, there's evil! So intuitive, we've been traveling."

Is that true?

Is that true?

Should I believe it?

ehehehehehehehe.

I heard my buddies whining behind Minori. I know how it feels.

But it was also true that they didn't have enough information to deny it if it was so explained. What am I supposed to do next? If this was the trigger for any incident, it shouldn't be too much of a turnaround to think so. Minori nodded one thing, telling them both.

"It's too late today, but will you be in our guild house tomorrow? I'll do you a favor and make you some rice."

Bikun! and the two freshly eared girls nodded without a trace.

Guests come to the Horizon of Records. It was the dawn of a new adventure for the city of Akiba.