Log Horizon

◆ 3.03

Icoma, Minami, and the capital of Kyou. They are also symbiotic cities in independent zones of residence but at the same time extremely close proximity. In order to travel from Icoma to Minami, or to Kyou, even the manipulated carriage of the "earthlings" can arrive in a whole day. That time is reduced to about two hours if you use a river, even more so if you are an 'adventurer'.

According to the aristocrats who set up in the capital of Kyou, the city of Minami will mean "a city like the one set up by the capital of Kyou towards the sea", and if you borrow the words of the "Adventurer" who roots Minami to speak of Kyou, it will mean "a city of ruins that will make you quest among the mountains".

That is how they slap each other in the shadows, because they are linked by logistics and human interaction as an inseparable living area.

For a long time the "Holy Empire Westlande" has been a cramped country.

The "House of Lords" of the capital of Kyaw dominates the country, but it is not the nobility that the West Yamato, Kishu and Seto, the place of life, actually go to the villages of the "Landmen" dotted in those areas to govern. He is a deputy who is an aristocratic servant.

The nobles had taken up taxes without going anywhere, and it was a manor if you let the "adventurers" know about the history of the planet.

The actual control of the Senate, which does not have the force of Knights, extends only to a small part of the capital of Kyaw and its environs. They boasted of their ancient veins and held back the villages of the province. From the villages, it is only in the way of rulers who do not help us recover from demonic raids and natural mutations, but Kyou's nobles have continued to deceive themselves by calling the 'adventurers' to issue quests in response to such complaints. Such a posture had lasted for more than a hundred years.

The conflict between the Senate and Adventurers was a matter of concern for a moment after the catastrophe, but the two came to an historic link. "Plant Hwyaden" was established. The nobles were here and finally gained real military power, bringing peace to the western Yamato area.

But the Adventurer is not a puppet.

Even though they also gained a place and a basis of life in Yamato by Kyou's nobility, in terms of power relations in the first place, economic power, force and fame are superior to the "Adventurer". Only this Yamato's knowledge of history and mechanics and sophisticated political skill excelled the Senate.

Therefore, the relationship between the two gradually and eventually began to exhibit a drastic outline. Of course, it is not a simple diagram where the Senate and Adventurers compete. If it had been such a diagram, West Yamato would have been the dominant land of the Adventurers long ago.

As the Senate did, the Adventurer was not a single rock, and the ruling Woodell followed it to bring the Adventurers into the conflict structure. For this reason, nobles, merchants, and even the folk grass of the city well, which lives in the city, are forced to be nervous. And it was the strained air that characterized Kyou's urban area these days.

The urban area is boiling back now.

Welcoming missions from the Alliance of Free Cities Easter, people are becoming as active as soup on the verge of boiling.

Isn't that just because a guest from the east arrives, but lets loose the position of the capital, whose wind has been solidifying for a long time? It was also an expression of expectation. The gradual revelation of the conflict that divides the "Plant Hwyaden", which also involves the "Senate", is being understood by both the slightly more conspicuous "Adventurers" and the "Earthlings" of the city.

The mission appeared in a situation where, if there was a little trigger, the situation might be tilted and settled at once. That seemed like a sign that the future of the entire Western Yamato would be revealed in the near future.

People talked about it on the corner and in the liquor store, and everyone wanted to flirt with their thoughts like a little circumstantial.

Woodell, the ruler and duke, is a substantial ruler of the capital of Kyou and a giant who manipulates the Saigon family as puppets, but these days he has few voices to push that he is the next generation's destiny. That's nothing short of his political prowess, it's just that he's really inferior by comparison because his existence as an 'adventurer' is out of digit.

But the story is complicated once and for all by the conflict between the two beauties who preside over this giant guild, inside Plant Hwyaden. - According to the best commentary by Circumstances, the "Black Delivery" Wet Feather, the culmination of "Plant Hwyaden" and master the heart of "Adventurer", and the "Barking Silence" Intics, which presides over all the politics (that is, every) and darkness of the same guild, are in a vortex of endless dominance strife.

The rivalry between the two forces is antagonistic, and neither the distribution nor the number or forces of collaborators to bear each other is easy to settle. Some affirm that wet feathers are almost winning, while others argue that the amount of Intics' hidden assets is immeasurable, a topic that cannot be settled in the city's liquor stores.

And in a power relationship between the two, arguably this antagonistic thousand hands, we cannot ignore the element of the Duke of Oudel, which must be said to be inferior in power. Of all the drunkards who talk in the tavern, the clever ones lie like that. Woodell would sell himself high to take the interests of fishermen, he said.

Whatever it was, Towya was walking in line for Lundelhouse through the city of Minami, which boils back like that. I'll do the caution stick, it's an act of bringing in the Souzillo I've followed. As for Toya, who asked for the connection, I have trouble getting Soujiro to introduce me to the other side. To be precise, we should have trouble with the Lundelhaus, which has no trouble but requirements.

Speaking of that Lundelhouse, apparently you're nervous. It's usually so noisy that I'm restless, but now I'm hurrying down the road with a hard look.

"It's okay, Brother Rudy"

"Hmmm.... could I have looked difficult?

"Yeah."

Lundelhaus wandered over to Toya, who nodded honestly.

I laugh when Souji Row dulls looking at both of them like that.

"You two are really close,"

"Fair enough!

"You're my best friend!

In front of Soujiro like that, the two of them put their shoulders together for this look and gahahaha laughed. It's a "good bloodthirsty warrior pose" for both Towya and Lundelhouse, but it's a sight with a big dog stranded around it.

In a slowly twilight sunset, two fast-paced stores begin to light the Fluorescent Light. Time for blurry seeping lights to start coloring the city. The three of them proceeded against the flow of the crowded streets on the way to the "earth man" and the "adventurer" who would calculate the supper.

Touya checked several of the maps at hand and it was a small restaurant named "Duck River Pavilion" that got there. Facing the back street was a small cuckoo door, and as he passed through to bow his head, there was a small garden there just a few meters or so.

The entrance to the kiosk itself is also small, and the women of the "cat tribe" of the sauce eye greet us in the narrow hallway where we need to be careful of each other to be different.

"Dear Touya and Lundelhaus, you're one of the others. We're waiting for you."

"Yes!"

Without knowing how to be polite for a place like this, Toya answered with momentum and stepped inside the kiosk following the back of the supply.

The narrow passage was illuminated by soft lights, and it was crooked many times. The question as to how it could be such a hassle to make icebreaks by entering a private room passed by a sliding wooden door similar to a fuso. The wide open windows facing the courtyard face a small wooden deck.

The three left in service, who politely bowed their heads and left, enjoyed the sight by forgetting to take their seats.

Its courtyard, disturbed by purple and white clear flowers, rose fantastically and beautifully in the light leaking from the dim and private rooms. I guess this restaurant offers its customers four or five private rooms facing the courtyard. Towya was impressed that the passageway connecting the private rooms would have turned into an unnatural shape.

"That's a hiccup. Westwind. How many times did you both face Akiba?"

Returning his gaze from the sight of the garden, he sat in front of a table where Ains seemed fancy, a hunting man with a slightly more complex look on his face.

"I'm out of time, Mr. Ains. Are you used to this water?

To Soujiro, who smiles uncontrollably, Toya pulls.

Even as far as Towya knows, this "Adventurer" named Ains should have been the person who assigned the "Round Table Meeting" for the time being in the manner of worshipping the Duke of Akiba and launching the "Akiba ruling house". I don't think the fact that Toya herself has anywhere to be included, and that Akiba's atmosphere hasn't gotten any worse since then, has not made it a big fight and sinister, but that's why I think it's amazing to be able to say hello for nothing like Soujiro.

From Toya's point of view, Soujiro is second only to the direct line (best if limited to swordsmanship), but its inner surface seemed to have a depth that cannot be imitated at all. He has also received a warning from Nazna and Torah that he should "rather not imitate".

"You're not freaking out to live. Akiba seems to be doing well."

"Because Mr. Ains left me with a lot of things."

Really?

It was a short conversation that Eins answered that way and apparently got his mind sorted out. Ains' thin eyes, which showed the color of vigilance and challenge, loosened up and gave him a gentle atmosphere.

What? He sounds like a much better person than I was listening to him.

With all due respect, Towya thought that.

When I sat down in my seat, the servant who reappeared brewed me some kind of expensive honey-colored beverage and lined me up with treats. He turns his gaze like Eins asks the towers who sat in their seats.

With these officially atmospheric seats, Toya doesn't know how to talk. Thoya is the one who asked Souzillo to listen to Lundelhouse's hopes, so he assumed that he also had to do what inspired him to talk, and Souzillo would have guessed he was letting his head get round to it. "It's like me and Mr. Ains are surrogates today," he pointed at the water.

Towya was a little hoarse and said, "It wasn't Brother Rudy who had a favor to ask you. This is Lundell House on the Horizon of Records.

and introduce a blonde friend sitting next to her.

"I want to see Master Touri..."

"Lundelhaus-Code. I asked for it."

The trick of getting up from your seat and lowering your head gracefully is sophisticated.

Unlike my usual adventure buddy, Brother Rudy, he looks kind of good. The contents are dungeon friends who can storm (go) & annihilate (fi) with Toya (about his partner in the dungeon offense), but I can't help but admire that he's a boulder when he's decent like this.

Even though Sister Fifty Bells is always on her feet because she can't honestly admit something like this, Toya nodded with her arms in her heart.

"What are the requirements?

"of the Ninetail Autonomy… report on the backdrop of the doomed Cord family. And if it does, give me a medal instead."

Lundelhaus briefly conveyed what he wanted.

Time flowed between Lundelhouse and Ains staring at each other across the table without even lowering their hips.

Toya thought, clearing her ears to the faint bug noise she could hear leaking from the garden. Much easier than I thought, Lundelhaus' contact with the Minami power has been a success. It's caused by the fact that Souzillo took my skin off, but that's why my chest is so noisy. Of course, such concerns cannot be spilled on Siroe and Souzillow, but also on Lundelhouse. For now, things are going well for the purpose.

"... ok. Let me tell you something."

Ains nodded. With that decision, Towya's "Horizon of Records" will acquire a thin bond to the land of Ninetail. The three of you who got the understanding for now were supposed to be ready for a detailed interview.

◆ 3.04

And the week opened and the Shiloes were visiting Kyou for a row.

That said, the distance from Minami is close. It is a journey with a few days of loads left behind.

The impression of the first visit to the capital of Kyou was more secluded than it once was. It is only my first impression, as I only went straight down Central Avenue early in the morning, being led by the most (earthlings) officials.

He arrived at the government office known as the "White Sand (Hakusa) Place", where a ceremony and feast would be held to welcome the mission received from the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal".

That said, it is not to say that it will be celebrated in grandeur early on in arrival, but first it will be a break guided by a specially set corner of refrain. It seems to be a bigger space than elementary and secondary school classrooms but with minimal furniture conditioning, and this is where the Shiloe and their special envoys refrain. Another large adjacent hall also passed through the Isels (Free City Alliance Eastal), a sense of scale rather than a holding room.

From the first glance, this place is a beautiful place. As the name suggests, white sand trails bleached in white connect several dark green gardens.

As for the most aesthetically uncultivated siloe, it's kind of like a wedding venue.

It is not very familiar to modern Japanese to refer to buildings for ceremonies. Unlike people who go to worship every week, is school auditorium and physical education to some extent familiar as a huge space for gatherings for those who don't? If they are not in place for a particular ritual direction, then it would be the wedding or funeral home that will be raised as the next point. In that sense, Shiloe's point was never off-target.

"Reschedule, is it?

"Yeah, that's the kind of contact. I missed about two hours."

Such a reward was brought to the Shiloes, who were spending their ears clear in the main hall of some noisy atmosphere.

"It's been communicated to Prince Isels?

"That way too. I got a summary contact."

"Well, since we're talking about ceremonies like this, I don't know if I should follow those instructions. What is it, is it untidy?"

The facades of the hall have a concurring look on Karasin, who describes it as a bit frightening.

Four Shiloe, Karasin, Souzillow and Isaac, as well as their respective deputies, are wearing dull blue round-table conference uniforms. I'm wearing it in the mood for once, but the effort of wearing it was much easier than in the aristocracy of the "earthlings". It would have been enough to include an hour in the hair, and there was a relaxed atmosphere in the room that kept waiting in the morning.

The siloes, who thought this would happen anyway, even brought snacks to the table and chairs in the Magic Bag, so it wasn't that the living environment was bad, but the atmosphere of the rugged ceremony, which I'm not usually used to, wasn't calming down.

"It felt kind of bumpy."

To the words of lesalic, who shrugged his shoulders, the siloes gathered in one sofa set did their gaze to you.

"I think he's rubbing it."

Waving your finger, Taro goes on.

"I just asked a few questions. Hi, Mr. Wetfeather and Mr. Intics have a bad relationship, and there's the nobles tea in there, whose name do you call first at the ceremony? Or who and who will sit next to you? He's complaining about it and he's late for prep."

"I don't give a shit."

Isaac the fruit-grabbing cut and threw away Tallo's report dressed in a half trouser round-table uniform at his usual condition.

I don't know what's gonna happen.

Besides, Karasin can handle each other in a tone that is not even bothering him.

What will happen?

Siloe tried to repeat the words in her heart at all costs.

Of course Karasin said, "What will happen to today's face-to-face ritual?" I guess. Even if you read it in some depth, at best you can say, "What are the Kyou nobles going to do with us?" It should be a mild question.

But the question reflected by the heart of Siloe, who received that statement, was, "What will become of the land of Minami beyond this?"

It is a groundbreaking decision in the history of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Holy Empire Westlande to send the son of Lord Mayhama, Prince Isels. It is good to say that the Free Cities Alliance Eastal has cut the best card that can expire.

That's why this issue is over once in the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. By means of a cordial mission representing the Duke of Isles and the decision to send an "Adventurer" involving the "Roundtable Conference", the ball crossed to the side of the "Holy Empire Westlande". Whether you hold the hand of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal or not, it is now the Holy Empire Westlande that should make the decision.

The role of politics is, of course, to make decisions of that kind and to take responsibility.

That's why the Holy Empire Westlande should make that decision. - But here's one problem. "Holy Empire Westlande," rather than its substantial governing mechanism, the "Ten Seat Conference" of Plant Hwyaden, is cracked.

And in this scene, the controversy over the lead of the "Ten Seat Conference" remains directly linked to the decision to respond to the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastern". As an axis of political conflict, Intics will have to reject it, or at least make a different decision in the wrong direction, than Wet Feather has uttered in forgiveness with the Round Table Conference. Otherwise, the controversy will disappear.

"Wait a while longer," Wet Feather said. What that means is pride in winning.

Siloe remembers the garden that night.

I'm going to win, and I guess there's a chance of that. There was no sadness in the wet feathers that night. There was tension and fear, but willingness.

But on the other hand, what about Intics?

Siloe doesn't know her trends these days, but I don't think she has the personality to congratulate her and push her to a loss. At least she wasn't such a person at the Tea Party of the Prodigal.

I don't know which one wins, Siloe.

Sometimes I don't intend to be involved in that dispute at the moment. According to Shiloe and the residents of Akiba, the dispute over the Ten Seat Conference is a matter for the people of Kansai to deal with. I wouldn't even say we don't feel like coming on our own because it's a pain in the ass, but rather the reluctance was that its main ingredient would be bad for us to talk about. There is some feeling of sorrow in the minds of the delegations of Shiloe and Akiba with the spirit of modern Japanese, who seem to be unwieldy in giving their mouths to the future of the people living in the land.

Strictly analyzing, of course, Siloe does not have the temper to jump in between two women (both of whom are then classified as so-called beauties) who continue to be close to each other. I feel a little sorry for myself, but it wasn't included in the units I've acquired so far, such as how to arbitrate women's conflicts.

"What does Mr. Intics want?"

"I don't know anything Senior Shiro doesn't know."

It was the inside that leaked with a sigh, but there was a response from Souzillow without thinking. Soujiro laughs nicely and scratches his head "hehe" when he meets Shiloe about what is fun.

"Is there something your master doesn't even know?"

"Because I'm a woman."

To Akatsuki's point, Shiloe raises her hands with her face up to surrender. Isaac substituted a prolonged voice for a comment on the way it looked. I don't know if the significance of that indication is "I can agree with you that women don't know" or "That's the kind of thing Siloe is. You're incompetent" Siloe doesn't know. I think it would be a little better if it were the former, but the latter is also likely.

"My lord is a nibutin."

"Do you know Akatsuki?

"I'm investigating because I'm an excellent sneaker."

It was Akatsuki's unexpected response that Shiloe heard, laughing back at him for saying so much. How dare Akatsuki take a small scroll from somewhere in the uniform of the Round Table Conference and spread it out sullenly. Apparently that's her streaming notebook.

"Originally," Plant Hwyaden "'s Alliance Master Wet Feather didn't show up except for the Alliance's launch and event, which was actually run by a sub-Alliance Master named Intics."

Akatsuki reads with his chest stretched out.

Not much of a week after reaching Minami, disappearing all the time. Apparently she was using that stunt to gather rumors around. Of course, similar information is also available in the combination of siloe and karasin, but it was touching that Akatsuki had voluntarily collected and even organized it.

"Nonetheless, wet feathers came out in full during the incident and took command of the formation. Apparently, the two of them started to get giddy from that thing. Intics promotes the path system."

"Path system?

"It's a dinner ticket. I can get a meal."

Akatsuki answered frivolously Isaac's question.

Siloe decided to put out a help boat on the boulder.

"Guild members, that is, all the 'adventurers' in the west, though. It's a system that gives them their own issued passports. Depending on the rank of your passport, you will receive free food, potions, arrows and other consumables."

"I heard that, but it's a suspicious system."

Isaac snorted abusively.

Apparently, that's what he thinks.

"If you blame me, it's the" Adventurer "public service. Instead of buying all the items created from Monster Materials at Plant Hwyaden, we're talking about getting passports depending on the quantity and quality we deliver."

"What's the point of that?

To Karasin's description, which took on the second half of the commentary, Akatsuki leans his calf with the scroll in place. No matter what rules exist in the investigation, analysis is needed to understand its purpose, and it will be difficult for Akatsuki, who has little experience in large-scale combat (Reid), to understand.

"I think there are a number of purposes. Efficiency through Planned Production, Saving Real Money, and Stability of Alliance Members' Feelings through Guaranteed Living Expenses"

Siloe put a few of the predictable purposes, mild and good streets, on words.

- You think aggregating subsistence and living environments into a passport-rank system will increase the power of "PLANT HWYADEN" to allow sanctions against rebels?

- By disconnecting the economy inside Plant Hwyaden from the original Gold Currency System, even if there is an economic war between East and West?

There are many reasons why it stinks, but it would be about Karasin who can tell the finesse around it in this member.

He doesn't open his mouth even as he writes to it. It is a troublesome hand from the point of view of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and Akiba, but it is also quite a handful from the standpoint of the Ten Seat Conference.

By transferring daily life purchases and sales to a point system, the Ten Seat Conference can use all of its cash income from gold coins to buy and maintain the zone. Land acquisition efficiency against a backdrop of abundant funding would greatly outweigh Akiba.

Be alert to pressure from the same Adventurer, it was a defensive action.

"Ba 'am! Even plain outfits are available in my glowing idol!

It was Torah who showed up in total disregard for such air.

Aware that it was a ceremony, she was aligned in the uniform of the Round Table Conference, but she had a small blue hat and a ribbon tie with a dark pink line running on it, paired with rhino high socks in challenging length hot pants. You're supposed to be in the same uniform, but you're losing words with the style that just looks like a stage costume. As you approach a sultry gap, you dive out of your butt in the sofa gap and bounce it two or three times.

"No, I don't think so. Ajito's place has changed, everyone has dark eyes, and I won't contact Mr. Kazuhiko. I'm losing confidence that you've forgotten me!

"Well, I've been trying to reach you."

Shiloe reviewed the Alliance's people again.

You're tired, for Christ's sake. I sigh exaggerated and stare at Torah and think a little. The yang outside the window is high. It shouldn't even be noon yet.

If the ceremony is to be delayed by two hours, someone from the Ten Seat Conference may already be at the venue as the head of the establishment. No, if we consider the reality that the siloes are stuffed in the holding room in this way, both wet feathers and intics should have already appeared in the holding building, which is reserved for somewhere, even if they are not in the ceremony venue, "Shigyudan".

- Meet Intics.

Siloe made up her mind to scold herself for hesitating because of her lack of confidence until earlier. We already know from the report that Intics has strengthened its dominance in the land of Minami with ambition.

Siloe is not a saint enough to unilaterally condemn it, but he is nevertheless one of those people who fought together under Kanami. There should be something to hang up on, and there should be something to talk about.

I know it's not an intix that goes on a winless battle, and there's got to be a huge amount of money and power on hand for the intics, if Siloe's reckoning is right. Even if Intics and wet feathers have to settle, I want them to at least confront each other, like Siloe and Ains, in a way that leaves open the possibility of repair if they wish.

Conscious Siloe, who had been sweetened by Ains' goodness, raised her hips that that was why she had to talk to Intics.

"I'm going to find someone I know."

Because there will still be room for the ceremony to begin.

Leaving those words behind, Shiloe embarked on a quest for the White Sand Place.

Now this place has so many dignitaries that Yamato can decide all the fate of Minami anyway. I don't waste my words. Think about it.