Log Horizon

◆ 5.04

No one said anything harsh that day.

Many dishes have been brought into the square since before noon, making it a festival of the hour. The "earthlings" had their eyes blackened and white, but it was usual for the "adventurers" to take abrupt action, and the air of enjoying the festival took precedence over pursuing a reason this day as well.

Adventurers are known to engage in altruistic behavior that is incomprehensible from the earthlings when it comes to this kind of noise. Specifically, they behave like liquor and cooking for nothing in return.

This same day, many of the dishes brought in were served from the personal property of the Adventurer. Adventurers who could not cook also bought warm dishes and drinks in nearby restaurants, lodgings, etc., and behaved when they found acquaintances in the square, making it a grand feast.

Some merchants tried to make a lot of money by putting on this noise, but without exaggerating publicity or anything like that, the product would sell to fly, and the price hoisting business of seeing the foot of the opponent hardly ever happened that way in this Akiba to be hated so much.

In some cases, although I don't know why, there are (earthlings) cooks and others who are atheized by the cheerful atmosphere of the "adventurer" and behave in large measure, and they are getting a drink.

Adventurers gathered at such maniacal restaurants to repeat their toasts until sundown.

Either someone brought it up or the fifty bells sat secluded in the shadow of a view of the cedary square where the sound of the lute began to flow.

The feast of victory meant that until after lunch, he was pulled around to play a toast. The Fifty Bells are the winning team of this Akiba Mandatory Level Lower Massive Combat.

But that also gets tired when it prolongs.

And more than tired, the mood of the fifty bells was sinking and it was difficult to stay in the glorious blessings.

Waving to an acquaintance of the "Bloom Hall" who cheerfully celebrates, Fifty Bells bows down to the shadow of an abandoned building facing the square.

Many benches were set up all over this mossy city. Unlike modern earthly cities, the roads feel wide, even on the back roads, in this [adventurer] city, which has lost its vehicular presence. As a result, practical benches built by "carpenters" and "carpenters" make their place in many woods.

Hearing the lively music coming from the square, Fifty Bells sighed.

Until earlier, I was tolerated because I was nervous, but when I lowered my back like this, I wanted to cry in dull pain.

I didn't know fifty bells.

That's why I did something terribly cruel.

That self-loathing is so unhealing that I can't even pull my tongue out, but I also know that doing that won't do anything.

Fifty bells buried his face in the knee he held, trying to shake his body to hide his feelings of vanity with pity.

"Why am I so stupid?"

This is what it means to be faceless.

Run away from Minori for the mention, and I'm here.

Heavy and tired so that your body sinks into the ground. The Adventurer is tough, so it's not about strength. The spirit is energizing.

I could not help but hear the festival song (Rhapsody), which should be cheerful. Even if I'm in that out of place, there's nothing good about it.

Such signs of fifty bell-friendliness approached.

Fifty bells rushed and rubbed his eyelids with a knee boy, but he couldn't raise his face. I don't know what to say, and it doesn't seem like I deserve to talk to him.

After a few minutes of holding her knees and keeping her face buried, no sign left.

The hardened fifty bells held her body still, as though it were a comparison of patience, but when it moved unexpectedly, she touched the hair of the fifty bells.

"What is it, Rudy?"

"You finally spoke to me."

Fifty bells felt the source of his voice approaching low and on one knee before he crouched.

I'm sure he's got a gentle grin in front of Lundell House, which is why the Fifty Bells are pitiful and unable to raise their faces.

- The festival is over.

"Yeah......"

The signs seemed limp and sat next to the fifty bells.

A green breeze gently blew through the last muddy feeling of the leftovers, passing the two fifty bells.

Friends passing by talking in an excited tone. The footsteps of a group of still young (earthlings) rushing away shaky. A hanging voice carrying a cooked wagon for a few.

This less popular place also brings various people closer and further apart because Akiba is so busy.

The "voice of the city" washed the fifty bells and passed away.

The temperature of the wind hitting the two arms of the bump slowly drops.

A nostalgic bird chirping that tells you when to go home.

For so long as they sat next to each other during the evening's visit, they cleared their ears to the distant hustle and bustle.

"You know, Rudy"

"Yeah."

"Me -"

Fifty bells squeezed out their voices in the shadows as the blue evening fell.

"I did terrible things to Minori"

"Yeah."

Fifty bells remind me as I sift into the pain of regret pounding my chest.

In that battle, Minori spilled a slightly cherry blossom shade.

"I didn't know you liked Mr. Siloe so much. Yeah, I didn't even know what it meant to like."

Like inadvertently tilting an overflowing chest, it was scattered around Minori and the Fifty Bells, who were chasing the instructions of the Massive Combat (Reid) Conductor (Leader), were to see it properly.

"Mr. Siloe in the Minnoli, he looked sweet. It looks like a fluff is emitting light. Amazing to be remembered with such a soft look. My heart is going to break. Minori was watching you like that, Mr. Siloe."

"Right."

I don't know if Lundell House was watching the same thing.

Though he was in a similar position to the Fifty Bells, he is a rear guard. Plus, while positioning and raying in the fight, I can't say for sure.

But I saw fifty bells, and I can't believe I didn't see that.

Not so long ago, that was - a brilliance poking at my chest.

A mediumsized guild master named Siloe, over twenty years old. It was Minori's love that was stuck in shards, not just to say that it was a siloe who also knew those fifty bells.

Smiling like a troubled solder.

Siloe looks back at herself (Minori) walking a little late.

Coffee we drank together late at night.

A beautifully organized notebook that sums up what you've been taught.

An umbrella in the rain, a muscled wrist.

Used to increase candy glow, leather back.

A voice calling Minori's name.

Even the fifty bells spent the past year with siloes under the roof. It can be seen that the sight in the shards is about the siloe and its surroundings.

But fifty bells have never seen those sights, in the dazzling feeling that they were engulfed in this shard, ripped apart by uncut and longing. If Minori feels that as a world, the Fifty Bells is a good place to be blind.

"- If that was love, I would have been an idiot who knew nothing. You don't know, you look great, you're an attacker, you're a confession... I was toying with Minori."

"Oh."

Lundelhaus did not deny it.

That was a slight consolation to the present fifty bells.

Because if they told me that wasn't the case, I would have been even more unforgivable about myself.

"Rudy knew, didn't he? That's why you stopped me..."

If I recall, Lundelhaus would have known the foolishness of fifty bells. He even tried to stop me.

And the fifty bells blocked it, and said, Love, even unto the maiden.

from fifty bells (,,,,,,) overflowed (,,,,,).

There's a shard of Lundell House talking gently.

I hadn't noticed it myself.

The cherry blossom color in my heart.

Even though it overflowed.

I made it up in Minori.

"I did terrible things to Minori! I did what I shouldn't have done! What do I do, Rudy? I don't know what to do. Me..."

Unbearable, he bounced up his face and fifty bells stared at his partner (Rudy) with his tear-distorted vision.

A prince with smoking aquamarine eyes, surrounded by soft hair lines. The kindness and wisdom of Lundelhaus is conveyed from that expression, which is giving me a serious look at the fifty bells.

The Fifty Bells realized that he had acted in a manner that stood aside and protected me from anxiety and finesse. The memories of Lundell House overflowing from his chest were so calm and seemed like a golden sunset that he could no longer deceive himself.

"Miss Fifty Bells"

"Mmm."

"Nothing, I can't. You shouldn't. One of them has a door he has to open on his own. One must go alone when he creeps through that door."

"Oh, no."

Fifty bells shook their heads like children.

So how do I apologize to Minori for the fifty bells?

Fifty bells thrust Minori's back with the same thing as his own.

To the harsh words of Lundelhaus, the vision of the fifty bells also distorts.

"No one can follow me. No matter how close your friends are. Reliable parents or sisters or brothers."

To such fifty bells, Lundelhaus speaks patiently. Fifty bells learn a great deal of rebellion when you are being taught to treat children, but what you do is shallow enough to be treated as children.

"We live our days to gain the courage to walk through that door. Telling someone you love to stay with you is a battle, as Miss Fifty Bells said. … but to that battle, people have to go alone"

"So! Minori! I knew Mr. Akatsuki was here."

I can't believe I hurt myself, but I can't even fight with you.

It's hard not to even take responsibility.

Lundelhouse's words are cruel. But if I'm not mistaken, somewhere in my mind is whispering.

"I knew Miss Minori. If you don't know, Miss Minori's shards don't shine in that color. Miss Minori is a warrior. I have the strength to choose the right path."

And I'm sure that I can no longer deceive myself into remembering the Lundelhaus that he calls me this way.

It's a battle of minnows, so don't spin it.

That's true. Lundelhaus is right.

But that's all I miss and I can't hang up, even if my fifty bell heart screams.

……

"And fifty bells. You too."

Lundelhaus' fingertips touched the forehead of the fifty bells, which had become disturbed and awkward.

"Don't let Miss Minori go because of the awkwardness, guilt, let alone the boring emotion of being mean. I'm with you. We're friends, right?

"Yeah."

That's right.

We have to stay together.

You can't tell Lundelhouse that you were fooling around with this feeling you had, and he won't even notice it himself - though.

It matters now, I can't leave you alone, and I'm sure you have to stay with the suffering Minori. If Fifty Bells is right, Minori has already decided to go to battle.

I didn't even tell the fifty bells, and as Lundelhaus spoke, I was alone.

"Okay, let's go back. What, this Lundelhaus-Code takes it for granted? I was still a social rat. [M] They said it would take a lot of work."

"Ugh. Rudy, if you say that, you can't be depressed."

Fifty bells strengthened and forced me to laugh.

I was wondering if I deserved to cry. Right now, I'm fighting because I'm your favorite best friend (Minori) of Fifty Bells.

Upon gaining momentum, the fifty bells follow their partner and walk to our home (Alliance House).

At least spend the same night in the same place.

Even if it was the smallest best I could possibly do.

◆ 5.05

In the city of Akiba, where the blue and white moon gently embraced, the tone of the strings was still flowing from somewhere. Adventurer's body is strong. If Xing rides, the feast goes on everywhere. Its bouncing melodies cross the edges of the trees from afar.

Totally the sun sets, and if you're a farmer, by the time you play to the world of your dreams in bed for tomorrow. Even "Adventurer" is about to finish dinner and bathing and get dressed for the night.

Shaking the back of the chair, Siloe stretched out in front of the desk in the office.

I was with the launch of the square until before dinner.

It is the result of a massive battle (Reid) carried out by a young man of his guild, starting with Minori and Toya. Of course Siloe raised her hands and blessed her. It's a pleasure to win a massive battle (Reid). The hurdles are just high, and the joy is deep. Not to mention that it's the first time in our lives that we've achieved it on our own, and it's an untouched large-scale battle (unexploded) that no other team has yet broken through. Not everyone can taste it.

Some famous battle-based guilds, such as the Black Sword Knights, the Westwind Brigade, D3, and Silver Sword, came to the blessing because they were the ones who knew more about their joy and value than anyone else.

The youngsters were thrilled with the plug in which Nyata and Serara worked together and sifted their arms. When he challenged Torah to a big eating battle, Torah suppressed his stomach and gibbered up along the way, but the tear-eyed Lelia was taking revenge.

Minori, who strived to be a massive conductor (Raid Leader), was snug. He seemed to have been blessed and pulled out (scouts).

I haven't heard the details yet, but I can see that, too.

Few large-scale conductors (raid leaders). It requires grasp and command abilities that have nothing to do with the level. I can't believe I'm an ops staff officer from around here, Shiloe, but to tell you the truth, I have no confidence in that. Shiloe is a thinker of maneuvers, and he's better at command itself, such as Kanami. It is with great hesitation that the decree is issued.

(I guess he's essentially a cautious...)

With that in mind, I'm more excited about Minori's future.

I handed over a booklet describing meeting procedures (briefing guide), basic knowledge, and large-scale combat (reid) schemes (gimmicks) from level 50 to 70, accompanied by a tactical note from Leese, the "D3" talented woman.

I thought I'd go a good line, but I didn't even think I was sure of a first glance breakthrough.

(In that sense, I can't do better...)

This series is a lot of reflection for Siloe.

I did hit the level prospects for hostile targets, but I didn't think it would involve a mandatory reduction in levels. Most of Akiba's power has been rendered non-combatant.

The result was the best form of first-sight breakthrough, but it is not unlikely that the incident has prolonged while still corrupting Akiba (Adventurer), who has extensive experience in large-scale combat (Reid).

Whatever, Shiloe's reading was sweet and strained the minnows.

Though it's not enough mistakes to blame someone for thinking about it from predictability, you'll need to tighten your mind.

"I don't have enough hands to keep it tight..."

A shallow crate that occupies the corner of a desk stacked with documents.

The information summarized in that crate is about Minami and "Plant Hwyaden", and at the top of it is a booklet called "Goodwill Mission Dispatch Plan". It's Henrietta's work.

At present, the Round Table Conference is meeting several challenges, and improving relations with the Holy Empire Westlande and Plant Hwyaden was a high priority.

Various preliminary negotiations have resulted, and people and things are interacting much more than temporarily, but what was planned to further accelerate it was a goodwill mission - if I say so - the dispatch of the talks team.

It is not definitive as far as members are concerned, but at least someone will need nobility as a representative of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. I negotiated with the Duke of Sergiad, but now Duke Isels is the most prominent candidate. Negotiations will be formal, but a minimum degree of character will be required if talks are to be held with the leaders of the Holy Empire Westlande or, in some cases, the Senate or Saigon Touri.

Since Prince Isels is still young, then he will naturally need an escort and an advisory group.

On the other hand, on the side of the Round Table Conference, Princess Rainesia, who serves as a delegate, is no good. It is too close to Prince Isles, who would represent the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, and there is an expedition to the "Eured Continent" in the first place.

Talk in the first place, negotiations with the "Holy Empire Westlande," that is, to get away from this goodwill group (,,,,) | I purposefully incorporated it into the ",,,,,,," expedition team. It is the conclusion of Shiloe and Karasin that Princess Rainesia should be separated from the situation of Yamato for a while.

And when that happens, as a representative of the Round Table Conference, someone has to choose the right person, and we talk about Michitaka, or Siloe. You can make it a fight, but I don't really feel like I can win. It's a siloe.

Whether you get in as a mission, or send in Michitaka as an answering machine, I just sent people to say hello, then it doesn't make too much sense. If it's as good as that, there's no point in sending Lord Isels in the first place.

According to KR, solidified intics are pushing for the enhancement of Plant Hwyaden.

Communication system to the moon where even Akiba is burning his hands. In Plant Hwyaden, there seems to be a move to solve this problem with a new technology called "Microgate to the Moon". People are needed for that achievement, and Intics wants to expand Plant Hwyaden.

To borrow the words of KR, "I dream of all [adventurers] gathering".

Siloe made tannic surfaces, saying it was an unscrupulous story.

But if that's true, then you'll naturally have to talk exactly with Intics, because that "all [adventurers]" also includes Akiba members. It's a disturbance at the dissolution of the "Tea Party of the Prodigal," which is probably heavy on me as a siloe who hates me, but still must be an old companion. He is also one of the players that Shiloe respects.

So I want to talk properly. I also want to face the fact that I ran away at the time.

Of course, it includes a confrontation with Wet Wings, the ruler of Plant Hwyaden, who engraved himself in the siloe in a single encounter, full of sweet and painful enchantment. This trip to the west is also meant to reunite, discuss and reach some sort of agreement with her.

That's why... Siroe has been very busy here lately, and he's been chased by rooting and greeting all concerned, and it's true that he couldn't afford it.

It's no excuse for burdening the minnows.

Sigh leaks when you think you will have to start the practice of mission dispatching in earnest than you have received an acceptance response from "PLANT HWYADEN," and you will be busier than ever before.

I feel like I've been working black since before I got a job.

-Concon.

When the door rang like that, go ahead, I shook my chestnut hair and Minori looked up.

Even though it's been a long time, he comes in quietly looking like a girl, without even unraveling the battle outfit he was in for a massive battle (Reid).

"What's going on?

Minori always was, if you think about it.

When entering the siloe's office, he shows a trick that makes his footsteps sneak, somewhat sorry. I always thought Siloe wouldn't be so reluctant.

"Of today's massive battle (Reid), I made a report."

"That's fast. I don't care if it's tomorrow or the day after."

"No, that. I might have forgotten when I had time."

"Oh well."

The paper bundle received was about ten sheets of light brown paper.

Enemy abilities, attack methods, encounter situations, and effective repel methods such as "Grey Spotted Dog Ghost" (Knoll) and "Chain Spit Bat" (Chain Bat) encountered in Akiba's outer area.

About rendezvous since entering the Guild Hall and forming a large combat (Reid) unit (team). To have been careful, to have had an actual benefit, to have failed.

An encounter with the "Dictionary Disaster". That statement. Ability. How to attack. Endurance.

The course of the battle is summarized in chronological order (timeline) and easy to understand.

"Yeah, I know. I can write it right."

"Good..."

It must have imitated the format of a major guild, which was in the materials section of the Round Table Conference. It was a brilliant report, compiled without a shortage of important information.

More tables and diagrams, less texts on the ground.

But this is an adventure novel that encapsulates the wars of the Minori.

"Shall I hear the general review? factors that we were able to win and how everyone worked."

"I was able to win because everyone worked hard. Toya was also a solid supporter. When the Mid-Front collapsed, Mr. Lelia's evasive shield helped rebuild it."

Looks like he fought with a basic tactic called a two-shield, as the report says. Instead of planning it from the beginning, it's a collaboration in the search for a rebuild, but being able to do so means that I was prepared correctly.

"This time the team had a lot of 'recovery jobs', but thick recovery and resuscitation spells from a wealth of MPs helped keep unfamiliar members morale. It was the diluted (offensive position) that put the burden on me for that matter, and among other things, I apologize to Mr. Lundelhouse in the form of a push for a few jobs. In the Melee Attack Position, Milkie, Holy Night, Shinobu, and Death Gazer were powerful collaborators…"

Even if you do look at the reports, you seem to lack the offensive power.

If it were a large combat (Reid) unit (team) that was well balanced and focused more on offense than defense, it would have been able to attack in half the time. - As long as the avant-garde holds up and recovers enough, the less defense the better. That is fundamental to large-scale combat (Reid). If you have enough advance information about this massive battle (Reid), that's one of the right answers.

However, in the midst of insufficient information, it was Siloe's assessment that the imbalance in the organization was not the subject of a subtraction this time, having fought with a card in hand. Rather, there are many tactics that can be highlighted, such as a sense of crisis in the number of "recovery jobs" and issuing attack instructions, or, in rebuilding, organizing resuscitation roles that have been lowered to the back row.

If you are a major guild with a lot of experience, then routine collaboration is not going to be the same if you organize it and it was done by an immediate unit.

"I couldn't be very active"

"Really?

Ugly Minori continued his confession with a thin voice.

"... for once, I collapsed the front. The MP absorption attack of the" Classic Disaster "was intense, and it sat down. If Serara or Fifty Bells hadn't followed me, I think I would have failed to rebuild. … Massive Combat (Reid) Commander (Leader) disqualified."

"That's not true."

I can see that in the report.

An unknown state anomaly, or a sense of vanity due to MP absorption, the front line breaks down and the war situation glues. True, it would have been wiped out if we had had a huge range attack here.

But that's obvious from a siloe.

Massive combat (Reid) is normal to lose.

No matter how much the conductor (leader) blames himself, that kind of total annihilation can happen, and so Minori shouldn't blame herself.

But at the same time, Shiloe knew exactly how Minori felt.

I wanted to do it.

I thought I could do it.

That means I promised myself that I would stand on my own feet and take responsibility for this massive battle (Reid). With this much strength, you have a target image to reach within yourself, so blame yourself when you didn't get there.

The old siloe is in the minnows.

"The conductor can't win alone. Whoever the Big Battle (Reid) is can't win alone, but the conductor can't do anything on his own."

Siloe spoke to Minori.

"No matter how pitiful you are, if your buddies praise you for 'being a good conductor,' you have to believe that. You were praised, weren't you?

"... Yes. 'Thank God'. 'I'm relieved the instructions are shaking,' he said." If I did as I was organized, I'd be fine. "

The word may sound like one that Minori has now or has been forced to spin to follow herself. Like the logic I made to not blame Minori.

But Siloe knows very well that it isn't.

I've learned that in a long experience, and today, as long as I'm in the square in front of the guild hall, I know and deserve it, unless I'm an idiot. Minori's people were so happy to win.

"You believed in the battle of your fellow fighters you fight with, but you mustn't abandon that blessing. That's because it's one thing. You can't just accept one. It was Minori who left it to me, and Minori who praised me."

"... Yes"

Minori replied as she whispered, holding her little fist tight.

"I asked you to say 'Let's go again'"

"Good. It belongs to Minori. I'm sure Minori will be a longing for everyone."

- Can you be? Siloe nodded loudly at the girl coming to visit with what a desperate look.

"Of course! Why are you crying?"

I'm sure Minori can be.

Become a better conductor (leader) than any major combat guild conductor (leader).

What a light jump over a silhouette.

He who knows his weakness and powerlessness, and knows the significance of doing all that is said, becomes a good guide. Whether it's a large-scale battle (Reid) or any other environment. It was the truth that Shiloe had received from Elder Tail and relied on.

Minori can be anything.

That's what Siloe said and laughed.

Anything, anybody.

Any wish will come true.

Siloe thought so when she saw the tears and determination seeped into Minori's eyes, and believed so.

"I - I like Mr. Siloe"

With a smile that made her a little sad, as if to let go of her lifeline, Minori told Shiloe so.

Maybe that was the real showdown Minori should have fought today.

◆ 5.06

"When Toya and I didn't have friends to speak up in our first game, I thought we were nice people."

Squeezing her voice, Minori snapped her chest.

I could see she couldn't do it, but that's her holding.

"When I got help from Harmeln, I thought," What an amazing person. "

The way he grabbed the little white cobsi, he put together his white witch outfit and was so frivolous that the more he touched it, it was likely to become a shard of snow.

"We started spending time together, and I knew more and more what I looked like, and I was kind, serene, and my liking swelled up"

To the thoughtful distant eyes, the resolute tone is enough to enlighten even the meticulously neglected siloe of the relationship as to how prepared Minori is.

"Seeing Mr. Shiloe pulling the poverty lottery makes my chest kind of hurt and hard"

What I looked like to a girl who thought she was still young. Think about it, Siloe realizes herself that she hasn't even imagined that before, and she feels like she wants to be evil.

The only thing that pains me more than anything right now is that this is a special, really special moment for Minori.

"Though I am only a child and can only be taught - I like Mr. Siloe. I'm a teacher, but I love it."

Siloe can tell you ran away from the same thing.

Minori is amazing. A respectable girl.

I didn't rely on anyone, I didn't deceive, I didn't buy time, I just jumped straight in. That's what I should have done, which is a big difference from the sympathy of Siloe I realized later.

I'm ashamed they were up there telling me I was a teacher.

Minori is much stronger and more prepared than Siloe. That was just dazzling for Siloe.

Speechless time flowed.

Shiloe truncated with several responses in mind.

Siloe searched within herself for something comparable to the courage and determination that the girl in the witch's clothes squeezed from that little body, but was eliminated.

They were never wrong, but by exhausting the words, it seemed self-evident that they did not extend to the height of the minnoli.

Siroe found out that no persuasion would ever reach Minori, and how arrogant it is to try to convince her feelings with persuasion in the first place. The only thing worthy of this occasion now is the truth, no matter how disgusting it may be.

When it was between Siloe and Minori, it was the only solution that could respond to the slight trust that Siloe was still believed to be barely.

"Sorry."

I didn't bow my head.

Because I was hesitant to distract myself even for a moment from Minori's expression. Now at this special moment, I thought it was cowardice (today) worth dying for.

"I have a daughter I like. Although I'm not dating anything else - I think I like it. I wish we were together. The city looks beautiful. Time slows down. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I probably like her."

Compared to Minori's frivolous proclamation, my own it sounded so pitiful and excused. But this awkward compass is the best I can offer to Shiloe right now.

It is the truth of the siloe, according to the truth of Minori.

"So sorry"

Siloe told him.

If you can fall in love with yourself, this apology could hurt Minori. But even that is a legitimate reward for her.

Because of Shiloe's cowardice, that's the answer she couldn't get from her. That's why Shiloe made it a clear word.

Minori did not spill tears, nor did her shoulders tremble with agitation. I just looked straight at the siloe and answered "yes" briefly, staring as if I were going to try to remember everything.

Minori is much more right than Shiloe.

And she's a lovely lady.

For Siroe, Minori looked kind of dazzled right now.

(For Minori, I wonder how it looks...)

Think of it that way and it spills thoughts close to a bitter laugh.

In Minori's confession, Shiloe felt a slightly overmodified portrayal of seeing it from herself. But that's not why you can laugh or tear it up.

"It's okay! I'm sorry I got Dr. Siloe in trouble! Even if I look like this, I have a lot of guts. Even Toya can't beat me, so I'm fine."

I must have admired it.

Just as Shiloe did to her.

Siroe thinks that's a sacred emotion. Admiration and disappointment are ultimately the treasures of those who possess them. Even if you can turn your mind on yourself, you can't deny it.

Minori's courage to hold her fist and stand in front of her chest and grin her cheeks is dazzling. Forced up and faint voices, words that hurt and got damp in the back of my nose, are irreplaceable.

I couldn't keep up the conversation.

I didn't think it was right.

"Good night! I'm a little tired of a lot of paperwork. Dr. Siloe writes so much every day, I still think he works too much. Good night!"

Momentum lowered his head ninety degrees from his waist, the little footsteps of the girl disappeared across the door and ran out after stopping for a while.

Siloe was clear in his ears at the sound, and he did not wander in front of the desk.

Did I have something to match the girl's precious truth? Did I change anything from there when I was a child in the evening library who was frightened by the bell at school time?

That's what Shiloe asked herself.

◆ 5.07

Holding his breath, killing his footsteps, Minori crossed the hallway.

There was a fallen staircase of lights, opening the dining hall door so that no one would see him, passing through, creeping through the entrance and walking out into the night.

Minori proceeded alone through Akiba on the night when the damp dewgrass at her feet wet her toes.

There are no destinations.

Minori walked at night, staring at the ground just to be rushed.

Minimize exhalation by pulling and leaking your mouth.

If you stay alert, your voice will overflow from the back of your paralyzed nose.

Whirlpool it around and it will blow out of the minnows with all the ugliness if you lose your mind. Gripping his fist to withstand that pressure, Minori moved on, moving on.

Minori followed the darkness of the night to avoid the repeated toasting of the calm and intimate lights of the "Fluorescent Light" and the melodies of the inviting song "Cadreel".

Instead of looking for a place to yuku, Minori just didn't want to get upset and kept staring at the night ahead.

I love siloes.

Confess.

Shaken.

That's all the commonplace muscularity, the predicted end - so painful that it burns the heart of your lungs.

Nothing unusual or unexpected happened. Yet why is Minori's chest screaming?

I wonder why my chewed lips hurt so much that I could be paralyzed.

I am not wrong.

Minori was in her heart and shouted so.

If I made a confession, I knew this would happen.

Not because Akatsuki was there, but because he felt that Shiloe didn't see himself as an object of romance. If you want to socialize with Siloe, maybe you should have taken the time to look at her as a woman. That would have been a smarter action.

But I couldn't do that.

Because it was right for Minori to confess this evening.

Because Minori loved Siloe and wanted to be on the battlefield. Because I didn't want him to be sweet about my brother's relationship and grace me with a victory in the backup seat on the ringside.

I did the right thing.

I can still say that about Minori.

Yet why is it that the sound of blood flowing sounds like a roaring tinnitus, and the breasts held in it burned as if they had been pressed into coal?

An unanswered question descended, chained and tangled on both feet of Minori.

It was supposed to move forward, losing all of its vitality, and eventually stopped moving as if it had been restrained.

On the trail along the river outside Akiba, Minori was unable to move a single step.

Minori found a brilliant moon in the universe, out of the centre and in the sparse darkness of the sound of ease, still finding a shadow that fell at her feet.

Minori wanted to resent the irony when it was so painful but the light of the moon was gentle.

"Minory. Discover!

"At this late hour, the ladies are too careless."

I wonder how much time you've been standing up for? The moon took hollow and such a voice was heard on the minnoli damp by night dew.

"Mr. Lundelhaus, Towya..."

It was a familiar two-headed carriage (wagon) that appeared with a trembling low. It supported that hard trip to Saphir, pulled by Danish and Croissant, the Minori carriage.

There is a lundelhouse in the palace with a grinning wave and a tower of expression to reassure you next to it.

As we approached each and every one of them, we found that on the front, there were brightly colored, light-wearing Mohul sisters who had not changed since we met.

"If you walk this late at night, you'll have a scary haunt."

"Haunted!! Scary lady!

"It's white and delicious..."

"Lizard King!!

The sisters, who jumped lightly like a bunch of hairy balls, rushed up to Minori, who was being taken lightly, and they held up with Yoisho.

"Heh, I got you!

"Heh, I got you!

The two shouted indiscriminately, lifting Minori overhead and throwing him straight into the front of the carriage as he carried him like a god.

"I think Minori is hungry"

"I'll give you this from Miho!

The sisters, who pressed a near-eating cookie bag into Minori's hand, climbed over the front as they alternated Minori's head with a very gentle look. Maybe that's their designated seat.

The carriage left so quickly that there was no clearance for Minori, thrown into the back seat, to ask or say anything.

In the back seat of a pile of cushions illuminated by three magic lights, Minori was embraced by Serara and fifty bells from both sides. From the time they threw in, they had supported Minori from both sides.

Minori failed in an attempt to mock that clinging somewhere desperate rather than to counteract the wagon shake.

Because both Serara and fifty bells were spilling tears.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Trying to speak that word I had prepared, Minori's throat broke so easily that she was startled when she groaned clumsily.

I don't cry or anything.

I can stand to this extent.

I was ready from the start.

Like laughing at such a thin excuse for Minori, the urge not to free Minori herself leaves her mouth full of tears on her own and pitiful voices as sounds that don't lead to meaning.

"Minori..."

"I'm sorry...... Sorry, Minori."

I didn't know why the fifty bells were apologizing so desperately to hold Minori's head in, but Minori finally couldn't stop whimpering in earnest after hearing that voice.

It's a mess in my head, my nose gets clogged, and I can't even talk to you.

In the kind of pity that had gone back to the toddler, the Minoris cried wondrously, with an occasional hug.

"He said he liked it."

"Yeah."

"I like it."

I told you.

It didn't arrive, but Minori told him.

"Not admiration... not... I..."

Hanging out with a bit of a good teacher, getting fashionable, dating, having a big conversation. That's not what I didn't yearn for, but that's not all.

"I like it right..."

To strain your chest.

"He said it wasn't fake..."

To tell Shiloe.

It wasn't a mistake.

Minori did the right thing because in the day she understood, she was right to tell her thoughts in order to show the smart, clumsy, gentle, dull, Minori's first love the truth of her breasts as much as she could offer.

Someone might deny that sooner or later it was a life-saving favor if they just mistook their respect for skill to mean that it was a young admiration and would turn into disappointment.

No, even Minori herself lost confidence somewhere in the future, and maybe she switches memories that that was still not love. I thought it was cowardly, so I thought it was different, so Minori told me what she thought.

That's soft and immature, even if you can't say very well, etc.

"I love it..."

It's love, Minori thought.

The carriage went through Akiba from the river to the sea.

Slowly, but without stopping, he proceeded through the darkest darkness of the night, illuminating with light.

Even while I was tired of crying and groaning for a moment, the two of you in the palace carefully did the rough streets, leading me through the clear air of blue and purple in the distance of dawn.

When Minori woke up in the morning, Serara said, "That's all I have," and she took more than ten servings out of the Magic Bag. The sisters peeking at their faces from the top of their front seemed half worried, half appetized, and taking the skewer away gave them words of comfort.

At Minori's request, I got fifty bells to sing a little.

The three of us laughed at the ragged voice that made us cry too hard and rough, but if you say it back and sing it yourself, it's a worse voice.

All three of them are bright red under their eyes, their noses snap, and they don't seem to be very adults. I laughed and poked, but fortunately, the two capable boys didn't seem to tear those minnows up.

"I like Minori."

"Me too! Minori!

"Ugh!

The carriage was going down an abandoned road along the sea as the light at the beginning of the day today edged the horizon like gold wire. It's a dawn drive. And by Minori, there are Toya, my favorite fifty bells and seraras, the Lundelhouse I can count on, and the Mohul sisters who can help me.

So I'm sure you'll be fine.

At dawn, I can stand up.

Minori thought so, wrapped in softness.

I still can't do it a little bit right now, but one day I'm sure there's going to be a day when I can remember today not with chest pain, but with nostalgia and pride.

It was the Night Bird (Nightingale) song that scorched in love with the stars when the three of them held hands and whispered in a faint voice.

Log Horizon EP13

Nightingale.