Log Horizon

◆ 2.05

It was music familiar to my ears that the tone of the harp played down like a waterfall. I've come to this other world and attended several ceremonial parties, but this time I think Siloe is a relatively cozy one of them.

Nobility participates, as well as taking account of noble cultures.

Because Shiloe also participates in tuxedos.

On the other hand, however, care was taken to ensure that even "adventurers" from Japan did not feel uncomfortable that the food was a warm buffet rather than an outfit, that the dance hall was framed separately, or that private rooms were available for breaks (perhaps for covert use).

By doing so, the Adventurer was originally just an online gamer. Some people showed talent for socializing, but it is true that it is a minority and, in one way or another, a lot of people know each other. It is not uncommon for a man who is cheerful at the bottom between facial acquaintances and friends to be less alert or suddenly approximate to others without interaction.

Is the hedge conscious at this party as well, the (earthlings) woman was singing in a modest voice with the harp back, and the distance was ensured by the body of somehow listening to it.

Speaking of the Shiloe individuals, they are at first judging the nobility of the "Holy Empire Westlande" as they observe their surroundings. Though full-scale negotiations are still ahead of us, there are no human beings who would stop moving with such logic.

Big men are the timing, but the relatively small aristocrats of power, that's why they talk to us to pass through friendship. Around it would be the same as the battle, the logic would be that if your own army was weak, there would only be ambushes.

(I'm not a specialist.)

Shiloe was learning about these kinds of opportunities in her relationship with the Easter Alliance of Free Cities.

By such a silhouette (or behind), Akatsuki, dressed in a clear silk white dress, gives out a grumpy aura. Earlier, I told Kyou's nobility, "Lord Shiloe has a lovely son, too!" I'm angry at you. Of course, the word was flattering, and there was no malice at all, but even so, the fact that you were treated like a child wouldn't go away if you tried Akatsuki.

A small, sword-like, slurring impression of Akatsuki, who is only tall enough to be around Shiloe's chest, but as such, it is the undisputed (Adventurer). If that akatsuki triangulates his eyes and angers him, how heavy a pressure it would be for a court nobleman who doesn't know the training ground.

The knight of Nantka, who was greeting Shiloe, also blued away like a little.

It's bad for Akatsuki, but as a siloe, it's easy and helpful.

Well, have a drink.

"Uhm."

With all due respect, I received a beverage without alcohol and handed it to Akatsuki.

The political aims of this mission are manifold.

To sort it out, first of all, two organizations that are virtually allied: the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Roundtable Conference, each with a different purpose, would be given an exact boost.

According to the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal", it is the desire to ease the tension between the "Holy Empire Westlande", which has reached its limits, and to increase the possibility of coexistence even in the future, and, in terms of luxury, to make a difference on its path. On this idea, Shiloe has heard from Sergiad the Duke through Karasin.

It should also be in the thoughts that this is not a major specific gravity, but that from the point of view of the Duke of Mayhama family, it will eventually allow Isels to gain diplomatic experience and score. Once the flow of Leinesia to the Lord was interrupted, Siloe has heard from many quarters that the inheritance issue of the aristocracy, if sweet, would call for disaster. A house that can't take such care of itself is going to be in trouble. I can understand this, too.

The battle between nature, Iselus and his advisor, Marquis Killiva, and the escort Isaacs, "behave amicably, but do not let them take their word for it" and "treat them intimately, but do not allow them to have an upper or lower rating".

Even now, there are many people at this party who want to get close to Isels. Isaac said to such a place, "It's an" Adventurer "party, and Isels needs to gain experience for the future, so the nobles will weigh themselves in, won't they?," he declared out loud to fools. There's more to not reading the air, and the Marquis Kiliva laughs bitterly, but it seems, I think.

Most of all, from what Shiloe sees, a boy named Isels seems quite a mind-boggling character with that. It is the type of person who makes it clear what is the most important part of the situation and adheres to it in a somewhat purposeful way. At this age, when you are inexperienced, you may be used to that, but can you be a good leader if only you have experience? That's what the leader novice Shiloe thinks. I'm not sure if it's an accurate feeling myself.

Even if there is a slight loss to it, Isels is the son of a son, but not the Duke of Sergiad himself. So recovery will still work later. Think about that, too, and if you represented your grandson, it would mean that that Grand Duke is an inedible person, as you can see. I'm confident about this prediction, Shiloe.

Now, apart from such an "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal" mission, Akiba's "Roundtable Conference" mission has as its theme the improvement of relations with "Plant Hwyaden" and, if possible, the establishment of a system of cooperation for the return of the planet.

As a siloe, I am very concerned, but I am also certain that there is a need to exchange information.

The information inside "Plant Hwyaden" isn't even all available via KR, but sources like Roe2 probably don't exist nonetheless. That seems like an irregular presence from a siloe.

If you don't fear misunderstandings, there is distrust of "Plant Hwyaden" among Akiba adventurers. It is a distrust of the very system in which the giant guild reigns, felt by Akiba, who kept the independence of each guild intact as a stopover.

But that's just the frigidity of nowhere, the inseparability of nowhere. Regardless of what became "D3" today, both "D.D.D." and "IOM" greatly increased their membership after the "catastrophe". It is a natural feeling as a person to want to get peace of mind by leaning on Daiki in case of an emergency. So you can't deny that part.

On the other hand, however, Akiba's "adventurers" are beginning to realize that political knowledge to the extent that a polar concentration without rival organizations tends to run wild is such a tendency for everyone from Japan.

It is very weighty to have to negotiate under such difficult circumstances. Even Shiloe tried to gather information in the period leading up to her departure in an attempt to capture the trigger at all, but there was not enough breakthrough to say that the continued investigation was covered even after the journey to Minami. In other words, even during the journey to this point, Shiloe handled an unusual amount of reports and communications, and there is no choice but to still have a beard under his eyes.

"My lord, are you all right? There's a weird laugh going on."

"It's gonna be weird, really."

Siloe shrugged her shoulders and said so as Akatsuki tucked in and pulled the hem of the suit.

"Mr. Karasin said, 'I'm in charge of the commercial system!' or something like that."

"Oh......"

"I'm in charge of the commercial system!

"Wow."

Suddenly he was called from behind and Siloe mellowed.

Looking back, he was a karasin with a full grin.

You wouldn't be so surprised.

"You will be amazed!!

Karasin also has the impression that he wore tuxedos only today. Because it looks refreshingly suited, Siloe gets a little inferior. Whoever the members of the Round Table Meeting are, they look good.

"Of course I'm in charge of you in the first place, right? It's reasonable."

It is reasonable for Karasin to be in charge of commerce, but it is not at all reasonable for Shiloe to be in charge of political cases. But the word died in the back of his throat after being stabbed in the stomach in response to Akatsuki saying, "I heard this was the Lord's hope in the first place."

That is true.

It's troublesome indeed.

I don't want to.

But if you have heard that the intics from the Prodigal Tea Party hold the real power of that "Plant Hwyaden," then there is no option for Siloe to say that she will push the negotiations with someone somewhere.

My thoughts on Intics are complicated.

I think he was a good companion, and although he has a favor as a companion, he hates it. After the dissolution of the Tea Party of the Prodigal, both Siloe and Intics continued with Elder Tail, but the conversation disappeared completely.

I guess it was avoided.

And Shiloe avoided intics, too. Siloe doesn't have the tactic of approaching women who have a high chance of being hated.

(Whatever, I'm just cowardly)

The "Tea Party of the Prodigal" disappeared, and the siloe didn't even recess. I just put up with it because I didn't think it was right to wield a sense of loss around, but I put up with it, so it took me years to get up. That's what Siloe thinks the solo time he spent is now.

Besides, after all that time, in order to get up, unless you feel sorry for your direct line or even the Akatsuki, the squad leader or the twins to support you.

It is also natural, in a way, that Intics, who was much more serious and talented than Siloe, disturbed the dissolution of the Tea Party of the Prodigal, which he was much more enthusiastic about. I don't know much about female psychology, but I even think maybe they resent me.

"Well, this one's on you. I've also planted it.... I'm not in as much of a hurry as Lord Shiloe, so let's take it easy."

Karasin slapped Siloe on the shoulder with a nostalgic smile.

Siroe laughs bitterly at the words.

Maybe he's in a hurry indeed.

But I also wanted to hurry from the siloe that knew the Summoning Catastrophe Tariktan and the Disappointing Catastrophe Eleinus.

Perhaps they are asking for (,,,,,,,,) consent.

Even if no one else knows, only Shiloe deals with the Contract Ceremony. Because it is the same as them in that the art of manipulation of siloes requires the consent of the subject.

It's a very powerful energy to say "sympathizer" if it's what Siloe imagines. The superhuman abilities of Adventurers use this energy as a source.

"Empathizer" is usually circulated within individuals and can only be operated on an individual basis, but it seems possible to take it away if strict and limited conditions are met.

However, the consent of the provider is required in order to obtain it in full.

Multiplied by confusion, he asked for it as consideration for his appetite. "The Marriage Catastrophe Kamaisal," which warned the opposite sex through a date in a drunken mood. The Summoning Catastrophe Taliktan asked for a "sympathizer" offering enough to stop the activity in consideration of returning to the Earth world. "Eleinus of Disappointment" tried to induce despair by crushing the subject's longing.

Perhaps, in most ways, they cannot take the Empathizer by force. No, rather, as the essence of the (empathizer), it may be something that breaks at that moment, not being allowed to transfer by force.

The moment I thought about it, Shiloe looked like a runaway vehicle running through the darkness.

Isn't the distorted relationship between the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Holy Empire Westlande, as well as the isolated Plant Hwyaden in Kansai as a giant single guild, a more ripe hunting ground from the Dictionary Disaster? Isn't this a great opportunity for them to force their victims to give false consent through confusion and disappointment?

Siroe told the Roundtable Conference of such suspicions, and the members of the conference acknowledged the need to gather information and repair relationships for what they were not in full agreement with. That is the background to this mission dispatch as seen from the Round Table Meeting.

"Too much thought, Lord Shiloe."

To Karasin's voice, which seemed to be a tear, but a little gentle, Shiloe regained her mind.

"Nevertheless, Lord Souzillow, what is it?

"What?

"No, I don't mean what. Don't you usually make more piles of women?

Oh, and Siroe shrugged.

If you ask me, I don't see that kind of crowd.

You must be at the party itself. That's for sure because we visited together. Because, did you leave the hall?

"Is that the bathroom?"

"Speaking of which, isn't there also a towya and lundel house"

Siloe also tilts her neck.

I'm not willing to treat you as a child as much as I would like you to always hold back behind the siloe, but from what I've gazed over, what I see in the hall is Prince Isels and Marquis Kiliva, Isaac, members of the escort, and members of The Westwind Brigade. I care about the three people I don't see in that situation.

"Well, you're probably hot somewhere,"

"Uh yeah."

Siloe nodded a little tired of Karasin's words, still thinking about confirming about two young people in his guild.

"Master, are you going to look for him? Then I will make a division."

"Could you possibly be restless in your dress?

"Oh, no, that's not true"

Akatsuki disappeared after dyeing his cheeks. Shiloe is relieved of the way things are going. Conscious, Akatsuki's dress looks adorable, and she wants to watch, but she doesn't want to show off at the same time. I think it's something I was frightened of while talking about myself.

That, too, seems to have given birth to a new job in Siroe. Heavy as it may be, that's not what I expected from when I decided to head west. With a hidden gaze on his back, Siloe headed for a large glassmaking opening.

The evening of the welcome ceremony has only just begun.

◆ 2.06

The lighted courtyard is part of a venue that runs from the hall.

Aristocratic mansions are landscaped with such uses in mind. A drunk putrefied in the banquet air cools on the veranda, or a man and woman brought to the white pillar talking about their love. Little lakes lit by the moonlight and toy-like bridges provide a one-night romantic encounter, while cool Shia is the stage for talking to friends.

And an old stone bench hidden in a tree stand.

Shiloe, who was feeling signs, went out into the garden alone and found this little space where she relied on the moonlight. The shaky periphery touching the night breeze drops a gentle shadow, like watching such a siloe.

Being away from the hustle and bustle and in the intimate darkness, it calms me down very much as a siloe. It's been my experience since I was a little girl, and I'm used to sitting alone in a bench (though I'm not used to it and it's not good).

Siloe was sitting alone in that bench clearing her ears to the sound of the wind.

There was no guaranteed guarantee, but I have a hunch with the intimate gaze I felt at the party venue. The certainty was enough already to be touched and confirmed by hand.

Maybe that's what I feel because I hear it in the night away from the crowd, but the music was a sweet and sad roundabout. The sound suddenly faints. Even though the volume did not drop, the background grew obscure as far away, and the darkness of the night increased its depth for a period of time.

It was thick and sweet. From its darkness, a white appearance (kao) emerges on the temple.

Not that I'm tall, not that I have a big body, but rather that skeleton is a luxurious looking beauty. Its appearance, which gently flushed black hair like wet, also seemed to have boiled the darkness around it, or to have rejected the sobriety of the night.

After a dress as abstinent as a mourning, she was weaving a luxurious shawl scattered with golden thread and a stab of Zhu.

Its glossy smiling expression emits a magical magnetism that is no different than when we met in the ruins of Akiba.

(Another cause that was heavy on me)

Shiloe cheeked like she was in trouble.

If she finds out that Intix is presiding over the practice of "Plant Hwyaden," she is presiding over the authority of "Plant Hwyaden," the "Western Delivery" wet feather that reigns in Minami.

Siloe stared at the wet feathers.

While aware that wet feathers are also staring at siloes again.

When the wet feathers stopped on their feet with a smile as sweet as flower nectar, the wind at night fluttered their hair.

"Dear Siroe,"

"Mr. Wet Feather"

In terms of courtesy, maybe I should have bowed my head, but Siroe didn't. It seemed to me to be alarming to take my gaze off the uninterrupted woman in front of me, and I just felt like saying I wanted to be observing wet feathers in a different strange way from that.

"It took a long time"

"I'm out of time"

You guessed it. Nor did the wet feathers keep a gentle look on their faces. Nor did they bow their heads.

(That's weird)

Wet feathers that looked like a ruined witch in that Akiba ruin, but Siloe gazed still at its standings. Luminous, full of moisture and worry emanating from the entire body of wet feathers, is alive and well, releasing a comatose temptation to melt everything down, lick and inhale with the air on the spot.

But I also know that siloes don't get flushed by it. Something solid connects them.

So Siloe rose from her bench and gazed at her wet feathers again. A little less tall than myself. At a distance you could touch if you stepped forward, the two searched for words.

"- Was it helpful?

"Yes."

Siroe affirms with a bitter laugh.

I've been thanked by my first hand.

Nevertheless, it is true that Plant Hwyaden has paced the Roundtable Conference in the fold of that massive Sibuya battle (Reid). I guess I should say thank you here.

"- It took a long time. I've been thinking about Lord Siloe's words. Though I wanted Master Shiloe, Master Shiloe did not give me any credit. You said that day that it would be better. The meaning of that word, that it is better to be an enemy."

But wet feathers didn't seem to mean that much.

"Were you able to make me regret you"

Bragging about it, I laughed slightly against my chest.

When I smiled so much, the wet feathers, which were supposed to be so beautiful as to make me look a little younger, were much more pathetic.

Siloe, who was poked at the intent, blinked two or three times and nodded, "Yes." I guess wet feathers had fun with that, I laughed as I throated.

"I tried what you couldn't do."

"That's from the beginning. I wouldn't have been able to make Plant Hwyaden, and I wouldn't have been able to deal with nobles."

"Hehe hehe. Master Shiloe needs the power of Plant Hwyaden to get ahead of him."

"Right. … I think the time has come to discuss both the" Biblical Disaster "and the" Earthlings ""

Perhaps that was the pride of a woman at the top of "Plant Hwyaden". As proud as he was, Shiloe honestly accepted that of the wet feathers that made him look a little anxious.

I guess wet feathers are witches.

Sometimes, as KR says, it may be that they are plotting various conspiracies to unify the land.

But still, it's extraordinary to listen to more than 10,000 (adventurers) and run that organization. The cumbersome, the hard work, the siloe is well aware. I've done the same thing myself.

Through a mirror called wet feathers, Siloe looked back at herself as she spent time in Cerdesia. And smile small and nod.

The memory of that encounter in ruins was regenerated, new and added meaning, interpreted, and filled with siloes. That night, the strong sympathy and temptation I felt for the wet feathers was probably the weakness of the siloe. Because Siloe wanted me to take her, she was fascinated by the suggestion of wet feathers.

It was never just for wet feathers that I turned down wet feathers as an enemy that night. Someone who shows up in Siloe's life like a gust of wind and repaints everything to take Siloe to a new place. Shiloe said no to the new Kanami.

For Siloe, who is not comfortable finding her own goals, the suggestion was a ship across the street. I think it would have been so much easier if I could have lived that way. That's still the case. But turning wet feathers into canami had led to great misfortune for siloes and wet feathers alike. I know that too, Shiloe now.

That night, the siloe was not on par with the wet feathers.

I could have had it withdrawn with the pity of wet feathers, but there was nothing in the siloe that could be returned to wet feathers.

But time passed and so did the siloes. Maybe Shiloe isn't what he once was. It's not the siloe of The Prodigal Tea Party, nor is it the siloe of the solo player. To that fact, while feeling the loneliness and satisfaction of the homeland, Shiloe made it kind to the depths of her heart.

"To dance with you, finally.... change your cowardly self and finally stand before you. Like that day, I want you to help me, not to corrupt you. With the power to help you. That's why I'm your enemy."

So Siloe stands up to the wet feathers that tell her with a brilliant star-like glow in her eyes.

Wet feathers are probably witches, but Siloe no longer needs to be afraid of witches. So this is how we can have a conversation. That is very small, but it was one step forward. I wasn't expecting wet feathers to confuse me, but Siloe was horrified that I might get flirted with. If it's today's wet feathers, you might even get used to it as a friend.

"If you're a toothy opponent, you'll dance -?"

"as the siloe of the Horizon of Records."

Maybe that's a contract.

Just like that night, it is a covenant that exchanges not as words but as the desire of each other's souls.

Wet feathers chose Shiloe as their witness.

Shiloe accepted the wet feathers as a seer of her own proof.

Perhaps this is fine, Siloe thought.

There are edges that we could only tie together as adversaries, and edges that we could only tie together as haters. The edges I thought were broken and connected, and the edges I thought were connected but not from the beginning. This is fine with the edge between the wet feathers, Siloe thought at this time.

"Finally....... You can shake it all off and settle with Master Shiloe. Will thou get me? Am I going to get you?... right?

"I don't think that's what this is about."

To the words of the mixing wet feathers, Siloe answered with her mouth tied to the letter to.

If the mesmerizing suspicious grin stays put, I guess, there's nothing shady about the wet feathers. There's no sweet, painful cut, like I felt in that ruin, cornered and imminent, like I'd die if I didn't take that hand here and now.

"That's what I want to do."

Instead, to the gaze of a teasing tease who looks like a prank, Shiloe shakes his head on the top of the Buddha when in trouble.

"Now that we know a little bit about Cerdesia, many Adventurers will be looking for a more stable and trustworthy organization than ever before, with the threat of a 'scriptural disaster' threatening us." PLANT HWYADEN "and" Roundtable Meeting "are just two possibilities that Yamato has asked for. The two organizations, no matter how it goes, have to merge into one. Otherwise there will be a dispute between the Earthlings, won't there?

Wet feathers, unfortunately pointy in the mouth, turned and began to explain in a tone like a sensible and capable female teacher.

"And if we were to merge, there could only be two things:" Plant Hwyaden "would be absorbed," Plant Hwyaden "would be the focus, and" Round Table Meeting "would be absorbed.... I don't know how far this story will go with this face-to-face meeting, but that's the only thing that's going to happen in the future. I will not accept another possibility, Lord Shiloe, nor I."

That's...

It was also a sight I had to agree with as a siloe.

Shape a system of cooperation, keeping pace between East and West. Such a debate was also taking place at the 'round table', and it is precisely that reflection that drove Siloe to Minami this time, but closer collaboration will be required given the way ahead. In the first place, from the general "Adventurers" who are not involved in the center of the Roundtable Conference or Plant Hwyaden, a single board above should be more appreciated.

Even if trouble comes first from the standpoint of actually cutting it around like a siloe, it is not visible from the end, nor is it discretionary.

"Wherefore thou wilt get me? Am I going to get you? - That's what happens. It was a promise that night."

Siroe turns a disgusting glance at the wet feathers, which I assure you look like a prank.

I have a consciousness that I took it around quite a bit myself that night, but it seems to have been held to roots a lot by wet feathers. I can't help being resented because I didn't impose my hand at a time when Kansai was in trouble and I only focused on the "Roundtable Conference" system centered around Akiba.

In that sense, women are still scared. I don't know how much this stuff pulls me off. You'll have to keep your head down and endure teasing.

But from the atmosphere of the story, are wet feathers filling the groove with intics? No, rather, this seems to be an atmosphere where the forces of wet feathers are taking advantage among the "Plant Hwyaden".

With that in mind, I could also understand a little bit about the atmosphere of wet feathers tonight. Perhaps wet feathers, like siloes again, have gained their place in a year spent in this other world. Or we're getting it steadily.

In that sense, the time has come for the Round Table Conference and Plant Hwyaden to evolve that relationship as a new stage between those who have gained a place for each other. That could be all.

I guess that's also why the wet feathers of a white smile that are too graceful to ask the inside are smiling like a girl only today.

"Please wait a while longer. The bell of war rings with a kew. Get to know the Senate, list all of the Plant Hwyaden, and negotiate with Master Shiloe. Rust Waltz, I'm in a hurry."

Siloe nodded at the words.

Either way, the only real story is in the capital of Kyou.

There should be intics and KR waiting there too.

That's what Siloe thought if we managed to have a good relationship.