Log Horizon

◆ 3.05

"My lord, it's kind of tingling"

"What do you mean?

Siroe replied disciplinarily to Akatsuki's grunt.

Though a little happy about it, Akatsuki looks around at all sides with a kick in the ass. The truth is, if I could look more like Shinobi, I'd look good, but for the record, I'm not professionally trained on the planet, so I can't tell you to look around and be vivid. "Adventurer" is a big deal in physical skill and body lightness, but technology is different.

"It doesn't look like there's a fuss going on, but it's like that foretaste"

Taking advantage of the ear goodness that is still sharp, Akatsuki reported to a good lord - Shiloe.

I think the two of them are walking along the corner of a huge building called the "White Sand Place", the garden on the western side in terms of a lot of mess.

To say why it is an ambiguous expression, this place called the "White Sand Place" is because it has a variety of gardens with a dozen huge buildings and a vermilion corridor connecting them within a vast lot, as well as themes and hobbies. In Akatsuki's knowledge, buildings built like auditoriums and gymnasiums are decorated to each of them, and if they get used to living there, they'll be landmarks, but they won't help us with the first place we've been today.

The increase in physical ability of the Adventurer extends to five senses.

Akatsuki also naturally benefited, and countless people's voices, blurring, etc. had been transmitted to his ears.

Though there aren't many different women officers, it doesn't mean there aren't many people packing themselves. It's a huge lot, so it's just less dense. To the evidence, the blurring also leaks inky tiles from the bright auditorium.

Shiloe seems to have noticed that too.

"Are you busy getting ready?," etc., tilting his neck.

Akatsuki stopped moving for a moment and looked up at Shiloe, but he regained his mind and remained on alert.

I don't even think about myself as a human being. I don't like making friends, and someone I'm not close to needs determination to speak from me. That's why he was a solo player in Elder Tail.

Shiloe said she doesn't like making friends the same way in person, and that's a nod story from Akatsuki, but at this time I have to think, "My lord is really dull".

Akatsuki doesn't know how to deal with people, but now that he doesn't, I don't think he has the acumen of self-defense with him. That means a cure to stay away from signs of trouble. I don't think I'm dressed well, but I'm still afraid to engage with people, so I need that acumen to stay away from scary groups and scary people. I need the ability to read the air to avoid others, and I don't know what they want here, but I'm only sensitive to the feeling that they don't want me here, or the prediction that I'm going to get caught up in it if I'm here.

When I go there, my lord Shiloe is less alert.

He smiled with a troubled face that he also had a lot in his unpleasant eyes, but still tries to get involved with others fine.

Of course I'm not blaming Siloe for that at all, and I wouldn't have been able to help Minori and the Towers if I hadn't had that heart. That's why the kindness is preferable, but it's troublesome to have a weak sense of crisis. Siloe is not giving a glimpse of the signs of disturbance that are now filling the White Sand Place.

Still, Akatsuki's mission this time is to escort him.

As an escort, we must guard Siloe's side of the line to protect his freedom of movement.

To tell you the truth, there was a direct connection when we went on this journey. On my last trip (which is to Eszo in Hokkaido), my direct successor went out with Shiloe, so this time he said he would give it up to Akatsuki. For some reason, the old teacher and even the Torah cared for me.

I cannot neglect this task because I was encouraged by my surroundings to stay by the siloe.

Most likely, half of the reason he gave it to me was for the convenience of the direct line. "If we don't make headway, we'll have a festival full of stories in Marier's natural mess," he held his fist. I can't believe you haven't been able to talk to me properly even though you're out there with me, and you know your direct interpersonal abilities. That's how Akatsuki chuckled.

The passage of white sand had bent at right angles many times.

There is only a roof supported by vermilion columns, but the foot is gravel and you can see a dark green garden on the left and right. Is it like a crossing passage? Though it may be early if you go out of your way to a noisy destination and pierce the trees in the garden in front of you, I find it gratifying to do so in a bent and inviting place.

When you follow the aisle, you just bypass the garden, and it's hard to reach anyone who seems to know what's going on.

And Akatsuki and Shiloe solidified in front of the first one we finally met.

"Mr. Kazuhiko!

Sounds like the reason the siloe solidified was because I could see a friend of the old knowledge, but Akatsuki was different. Of course, I heard the name as a member of the Tea Party of the Prodigal from Shiloe, direct heirs, and Nantha, but it's a big difference between asking and seeing.

"Siloe."

The man, laughing bitterly as he was tired, was a swordsman with a body that worked out like steel. Than the wandering style of total hair in Japanese costumes, than the knife offered at the waist, its eagle-like appearance and subtly shoulder-width, slightly open feet position emit a swirling pressure.

Akatsuki didn't pull out the knife, but he felt his whole body switching to a combat posture in an instant.

I'm not an Adventurer.

At least that pressure and combat ability is different from any "adventurer" known to Akatsuki, but rather close to the "scriptural disaster" confronted in Shibuya as a being. I don't know why the Adventurer has so much overwhelming force, but Akatsuki is going to shrug and scratch at his non-standard combat abilities.

"Stop it."

About five meters, Akatsuki swallows the saliva after feeling the gaze Kazuhiko made him run, leaving a slightly distant distance to have a conversation.

The prospects were sweet.

Scarer than a "catastrophe."

Neither the battle of Shibuya nor the battle at the Akiba Guild Hall felt this intimidating. Not that I was in a game mood somewhere, but because of my unfounded certainty that I wouldn't screw up if I lost even if I was such an enemy.

"You're hearing from the squad leader, aren't you? Siloe. Go home to Akiba."

"Why?

Shiloe returned the words with the usual voice color fluent in such Kazuhiko's words. I thought there was enough bluntness, but I immediately regretted it.

Siloe does something that can only be described as iron free in weird places, but that's not because it's blunt as I was thinking earlier, it's more like choosing it. I'm not blunt about hurting myself, I'm too honest about the shortest distance when I decide something somewhere.

Kazuhiko says he is an old friend of Shiloe's.

He fought shoulder to shoulder in a great organization called The Tea Party of the Prodigal, which even Akatsuki knew. Remember the soft voice of Siloe, who speaks of memories, and you'll soon know how much she cared about it. I couldn't have been bothered by the siloe of hearing Old Master Chan say that I exchanged swords with one of those people.

Not surprisingly for Akatsuki, even if it was Siloe who was most prepared to travel to the "Holy Empire Westlande".

When I realized that, my legs naturally stepped forward.

It's stranger but less scary to be next to a siloe than to be hiding behind a siloe.

'Cause siloes don't have to be involved.'

That's what Kazuhiko told him in a tone as heavy as a rock that had been buried in the ground for hundreds of years. There's no more grin on that face, and I'm not trying to hide my sword.

To the word Siroe chooses silence. "If it's impossible, it might be," he said after staring at his old friend for a long time with an enquiring gaze, without worrying about Kazuhiko's rejection.

"But there must be some business ahead."

"You miserable bastard"

Akatsuki gently shifted consciousness to his lower back knife. Siloe's temper is not ready to quit World War I, but that "not to quit World War I" is ready to be slashed and certainly not to be slashed. So when I have to, Akatsuki has to move.

Shiloe is also more than an "adventurer". His reflex nerves and health are considerable, but he is significantly inferior to Akatsuki, a physical avant-garde position because he is the same adventurer.

"If Mr. Kazuhiko wants to stop, I need to go, right?

"You're out of cuteness."

Kazuhiko spills a bitter grin, but there was no dust gap in his back with that word he joked about. Instead, he tries to tangle it up, exasperating as if to curse Akatsuki.

'Cause I'm Gilmouth now.'

"Still don't (,,,,,,,), what if I say so?

"| Still let me see",,,,,,,,, ". That's what I'll do."

Akatsuki illusioned as if Shiloe had stepped out in great measure.

Its body wasn't actually moving, but the words it uttered are tantamount to a declaration of war. In front of the siloe and akatsuki, who was probably enlightened, a screaming sound ripped off solid air for the first time without anything.

"Hmm."

That probably wouldn't have been serious with a tow-mixed blow.

But Akatsuki felt the awesomeness of the sword speed.

Kazuhiko's occupation (class) is Assassin, just like Akatsuki. Equipment also has in common the use of oriental swords. Akatsuki specializes in surprise attacks from hidden sources (Shadowblade), but Kazuhiko is a Crusader (Slayer) with a long sword in both hands. And because of the same profession, I can see the bottomless strength of Kazuhiko. The overwhelming killing power, however, cannot be explained by the level of five or just by the distance there.

Examination.

Akatsuki is familiar with the premise of using two-handed weapons, but it has the greatest power of Assassin's Attack Stunt and has a low chance of instant death. Because it's a skill in my profession. But Akatsuki danced to a sword flash that struck like a comet, with a completely different orbit from that in his memory.

Intercept with "Assassinate" in the literal sense of throwing ourselves out. I never imagined Akatsuki using this move, synonymous with "Assassin" (Assassin), to knock out extreme damage, just to distract his opponent from the attack. But that's what I needed.

"If Mr. Intics is trying to make a scene, we need to talk and stop him"

"I'm telling you to stop because I'm not stopping"

"Astral binding" is carried out in such a way that the siloe flows. It's a movement inhibitory spell that binds the target's movements with chains worked out by magic. Kazuhiko sweeps the chains stretching sharply from the ground with a Japanese sword of white sheath. Although it is a spell that can be resisted (resist) if there is a level difference, Akatsuki has never seen the sight of Shiloe's ability to play so far.

"But you'll still have to see him. Akatsuki, I'm gonna break through."

"- For you."

Shiloe's support supports both sides of the leaping Akatsuki. Mezmarize Astral Hypno Brain Vice. All non-lethal restraint spells, but the Granting Mage (Enchanter) bluff is powerful.

But still, I can't catch up. Without suppressing Shiloe and attacking Akatsuki, Kazuhiko launches attacks against each other without ever falling into battle defense. Instead, there are even signs of redundancy there. There is not an extreme amount of maneuvers per se, but because the power of each attack is so great that the Akatsuki side also has to intercept with a major move, it is not possible to increase maneuvers.

The antagonism slipped because of a violent whirlwind rushing through.

On the blue uniform of the Round Table Conference, for some reason, Saudirou, a swordsman with empty feathers, jumped in like a thundersnake on the ground and interrupted. A knife on his left hand pierces the earth deeply, creating a ripped crack. That's all we needed to brake to stop Souzillo's impulse.

Turning the knife against Kazuhiko, who held it backwards, Souji declared clearly in a voice like he had chewed everything to death.

"Senior Shiro. Please go."

"Souji. You, too."

"I won't pull it off. No matter how much Senior Kazuhiko says, I can't stop anymore. You can't just be protected. Because I finally figured it out, too. - Senior Ciro."

Standing against Kazuhiko, he looked back over his shoulder. That was probably a signal to Shiloe to "go faster," but I also felt like I laughed at Akatsuki along the way.

Akatsuki knows how Souji stood up to that Luglius. Akatsuki was alone in Akiba to see how he had fought before the threat, which could never have been fought. Soujiro showed Akatsuki the "oral biography" in that battle. It wasn't just his "oral biography/celestial vision" that Souzillo found, it showed me something called "oral biography". its brilliance and limitations. In other words, the meaning of "oral."

Akatsuki is clumsy and not sure, but that is a sword entrusted to protect Shiloe. Not only does Akatsuki support me with his right hand, but Akatsuki has a lot of things entrusted to him.

Akatsuki activated the Mouth and Shadow (Shadow Lark) so as to slip through the blowing purple electric shock and dark clouds of the widespread agitation spell (Mind Shock) slammed to the ground. Usually used to dodge attacks and feint behind them, this move also exerts its power when used to escape. Siroe, with Akatsuki holding his wrist tight, would have instantly guessed what it meant. They jumped into the garden of the White Sand Place to be led.

"No matter how strong Senior Kazuhiko is, he can hold back."

"Do something useless. I don't even have enough to take you down and stop Siloe."

Behind me there's a noise of contention.

"Maybe. But even Senior Kazuhiko wants to show me my sword now. - I'm coming!

That was more like breaking the Sanskrit bell of the temple than meeting the blade gold. Even after a close blast, Akatsuki and Shiloe rush back without even looking back, holding hands together.

There must have been something hidden by Kazuhiko ahead of us.

That could possibly hurt Akatsuki's master ugly. But that's why Akatsuki is going to stand with us. Perhaps that is the role entrusted to my immediate successors.

◆ 3.06

It was a banquet venue where Galan (Kalang), known as the Great Morning Hall, greeted a line of envoys from the | "Alliance of Free Cities Easter" and "Hisashi". Rather than a hall for the Adventurer, it is a building the size of a huge hall or so-called gymnasium, with polished slabs shining candy.

This massive ceremony will also make the preparatory work immense. In fact, the "White Sand Place" had been surrounded by noise like a hive for a few days. In addition to cleaning and installation, a variety of conditioning items can be carried in, prepared for cooking, and brought in food.

In the first place, this feast was led by the Senate.

If you are an "adventurer", you won't go to that much trouble, but in the first place, it is the nobility who lives in glory. There was a sense that the feast would show their power, and only this time, the budget came out of "Plant Hwyaden" and was strained. On the other hand, it is also true that for the "Adventurers" of the "Ten Seat Conference", it did not bother them as a small sum of money if they would leave it to them to prepare for the hassle.

Preparations for the festivities, involving civilians, samurai, squire, female officers, vendors, craftsmen and craftsmen, have been going on for quite some time. Temporarily it was even considered to rebuild this Great Morning Hall, which was the hope of the aristocrats ecstatic by the term unlimited budget. Because by doing so, they can also accept bribes in return from the vendors they have designated to allow them to enter.

The only reason I waited for that plan was because the Ten Seat Conference never narrowed its budget, but because it was not likely to meet the deadline for the arrival of the Free Cities Alliance Eastal mission.

It was only in the last few days that such a sudden fall in the upper mood of the nobles.

Because the relationship between Intics and wet feathers has finally deteriorated with it.

From the Moon Moth incident, if it was someone who could listen to the information on the upper management of Plant Hwyaden, that was what even a slightly wealthy Shirai "earthlings" would know.

Wet feathers actively trying to help the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal swallow and, rather, Intics trying to boost the power of Plant Hwyaden to determine female males. The difference between the two gradually became cracked, and the relationship only became alienated.

But nobility was not worried about the evil. Rather, they were welcoming. Since ancient Tai Dynasty, it has been noble to live in negotiation and ventriloquism using the Fushi Temple called Miyanaka as a stage. It's better to stay in the same place than the Adventurer is a single rock. That better stand around well in the meantime for the benefit of fishermen. If there were ten people, I would think so up to nine. That was nobility.

But it is also only if you are free to behave at a distance.

This welcoming ceremony and feast is meant to be a partition of the Senate.

So if there's any trouble there, it's all aristocratic fallacy. If even one of the arguments arose between Intics and Wet Feathers, their hold on taking care of Fujiko would be torn apart like a borough cloth.

Some noblemen, with a cat voice, asked to intercede with Kazuhiko, who they could always count on at times like this, but only this time, they said, "It's the feast you wanted, isn't it?" He refused with an unsolicited reply. Always leads to the unreliable KR: "You shouldn't bet on the wrong place to get off. Chip's gonna be on the table, okay?" and make a fool of the consultant.

The nobles entrusted with the setting up were stern in yelling at their squire and their civilian staff and managing not to cause trouble between them, but even though the nobles of the day have no power to stop the two, there can be no such thing as that for the civilian population.

The accompanying men narrowed their wisdom and tried to devise a way to position the two guided tables away. But when that happens, which one should I show you because the North represents the top seat? Alternatively, whichever position he placed, he could not decide which should introduce the nobles and the pivotal Prince Isels first.

Normally, this kind of fine differentiation leads to character within an aristocratic society, which is what they prefer the most.

For example, introducing Prince Isels to Intics before Wet Wings would give the impression that Intics is better up there in the Ten Seat Conference to the Free Cities Alliance Eastal. I use a name other than my own, Prince Isels, to buy Intics' hospitality and receive brokerage fees and conveniences. That is the business that accounts for a large proportion of the aristocracy's income.

But that is only because there is a guarantee that wet feathers will not be retaliated against. It is their desire to earn change with the small convenience of a small stage that would not be subject to revenge, and things would not be the same if it were such a big stage. Of course, if it were to be a great success, its merits and credibility would be the property of a lifetime, but in a feast like this one, where two giant serpents compete, they may suffer constant retaliation for their lives and the survival of their houses in an instant, either in an attempt to hold on, or just because they did not.

As long as you're seated and sequenced north and south, why don't you just keep it east and west? and a young civilian raised his voice, "If you put the table in the east and other directions, it might look like you're in the" Alliance of Free Cities Eastal "!" disappeared with a single drink of Woodell.

Then you can have a goodwill mission from Prince Isles and the Round Table Conference on the east side of the venue and arrange the Ten Seat Conference and the Senate history on the west side, but the proposed arrangement is the first draft in the first place, and then the problem is that wet feathers and intics will be attached to the table at or very close to the same seat, so nothing will be solved.

The embassy's hospitality is under the jurisdiction of the prefectural ministry, but many aristocrats managed to reason with their own men and merchants with connections to the rights sprung up when they descended. In addition to the original preparatory work, officials and women seemed exhausted to carry out the same explanation for such intruders without knowledge of the circumstances until their throats dried up.

Even fine gifts and ornaments make sense in these hospitality banquets. Personal preferences are also important. I don't know what's in my real heart or anything, but if I'm going to make use of red flowers after there's been information that wet feathers hate red flowers, it's going to be a clear message of hostility. With the same reasoning, there are flowers of preference and so on for each guest, there are colors and dishes of preference, and it is not immediately possible for even the ministry responsible for the hospitality of the diplomatic envoy to decide whether those hospitality is strange in the light of ancient precedents or not.

In the end, the solution they found was to place the Special Envoy of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal on the east side of the banquet seat and on the west side of the "Holy Empire Westlande", while creating a seat between the wet feathers and the intics among the "Holy Empire Westlande" with the heavily town Duke of Oudel of the "House of Lords" and his party.

Of course, this arrangement made it possible for the junior officials to buy the disharmony of the Duke of Oudel, but it was the nobility of the Senate who sought the right to set up this feast in the first place. If so, it would not be wrong to ask the Duke of Woodell, the leader of the Senate, to take responsibility.

For the most part, if the feast of welcoming the wet feathers and the intics pierce the horns becomes evil, it is the reality that on the aristocratic side only about the Duke of Oudel will be left, with the exception of the same (adventurers) strong men such as Kazuhiko, KR, Nakalnard, etc.

Even if you can blame me for that, it was the decision of the samurai and her squire that it was much better than making it cold-blooded and staring at you by terrible intimacies.

Nonetheless, preparations for the feast proceeded with these signs of turbulence.

Everyone in the prep thought that even if there was a decision to delay the start in time, it should be in time for the original incarnation of the moon, and somehow, a welcoming ceremony that represented a minimum of attention, was a workable flow.

But it didn't.

Their preparation is made as easy as an egg dropped on the floor.

◆ 3.07

Wet feathers stepped into the morning hall with a bright light in it.

Early in the afternoon, at this time, the Westlande-style architecture with its many gaps has light plugged in diagonally like a cut of a cake knife. Still getting ready, this big galaxy was wrapped in lively murmurs, but among them was certainly the sound of the musician's claw-playing harp, which reached wet feathers like a spider's yarn drifting in the wind.

Wet feathers smile slightly.

The surrounding samurai and the small things in and out looked at it and went out of their way.

A female official with a tablecloth to fix it follows a male official who travels with a table or chair. Some carry collisions and giant flower vessels to block sight. Every time they differ from such people, they stop moving like they have become statues. It was pierced by the incense of wet feathers.

Wet feathers from six months ago didn't do that even if they were misplaced in the palace. Because dead eyes who lost interest in everything in the world, even in the same beauty, refused to be seen or even admired. But the last few months wet feathers had sparkled like feathered butterflies. Wet feathers were just rulers of people.

Wet feathers proceeded with a gentle rendezvous as they looked at it and shrugged, or bowed their heads like a spring trick back to me. The banquet is still ahead of us, but it is only a matter of time before we make a tour of the venue to get our preparers ready.

The truth is, it's just curiosity. And confirm.

To tell the truth, it's hard to be relaxed. I'm still not good at representing myself in front of a lot of people. There is a cramped pain somewhere in my heart, and when I am disproportionate to a place like this, I groan (groan) that I want to escape quickly.

But on the other hand, wet feathers were winning.

Although the Intics can't grasp all of its activities due to some twitching and severe inflation, the motion at its end is almost grasped. Both the trends of the nobles who put their shoulders on her and the activities of the "Adventurers" group are under the surveillance of wet feathers. Even if something happens, the signs can definitely be supplemented.

Even though Intix is running the finances of Plant Hwyaden, it is only running the department, and although the amount of money that can be moved over time is large, the trace is not an asset that can remain somewhere and be readily adapted.

Again, Intics - wet feathers are with me in that regard, but I don't have what I would call a private force. The more than 10,000 "Adventurers" belonging to "PLANT HWYADEN" are indeed a great force, but that is not a personal devotion to Intics, but rather a great worship of wet feathers at the moment.

There must be Kazuhiko or KR in the sense of personal embracing power, but they can't pull out Loreil-Dawn, the guardian of wet feathers. Previously, Loreil was the only force in the city, but even the Icoma outhouse has its scope of activity due to the improvement of the "Power Armor" (Movable Armor). You don't have to be afraid.

The Third Force, the Senate, but Lord Woodell will be the only one to be wary. But all of that old man's plans are now known to wet feathers. Even the "Senate" child's intelligence unit can read it more as a wet-feathered handkerchief than a "cold-blooded maid" is located in its chain of command.

In other words, Wet Wings is winning a power battle betting "Plant Hwyaden". I wanted to be sure of that with the worship of the people, so I took a trip to the banquet hall.

"Retreat, Intics."

So I didn't stop knowing she was coming closer, and I didn't run away.

The second seat in the Ten Seat Conference. He is the Chancellor and Military Master of "Plant Hwyaden" with terrible eyes in the back of sharp corner glasses. Today's outfit was a skinny silhouette long-length fishtail dress. As a woman, she is an average height intix, but she looks very tall with her tall heel and slender body shape combined. With the usual chilling smile that looked down, Elf's "Sorcerer" (Soothsarah) clearly told him to separate words as he approached the wet feathers at a reluctant footing.

"That's a lot to say, wet feathers. You cheerfully invited me to crawl out of the rattle?

"Give me a stray. Did you speak to the Alliance Master to say that?

My chest hits the early bell.

No matter how safe or advantageous, wet feathers can't control their cowardice. It still has a metallic and unpleasant taste in my mouth, which makes my throat seem unnatural. Wet feathers strengthened desperately suppressing the gaze that made me want to distract. There's nothing Intics can do. She has no great money or strength. There is nothing that can be done in such a crowded environment. At best, it just means disgust. That's just a waste because you can't beat wet feathers.

"Hehe hehe. Really? Right. Wet feathers. When you're only a decoration, and you're a thin dirty dove rat, you cut the thread that supports you and dance with your own heart, is that it?

――

So wet feathers replied by just staring.

Bite your back teeth that are about to ring.

Every word of Intix is a long story. You must be trying to elicit the rumor of wet feathers. They only aim to offend by applying dripping malice and harmfulness to their opponents. You don't have to be scared of that one. Many times. Many times I held my fist and the wet feathers resisted the pressure of Intics.

"Yeah. Glad to hear it. I'm glad you defied me."

The stubborn tone of voice peeled off.

"Plant Hwyaden doesn't do what you think. Even Minami."

"Yeah, right. But it's the same for you (,,,,,)"

It is silent as if at some point the hall where the light is supposed to plug in was chilled and frozen. A multitude of maids and squires, as if their lives had been plucked, but with their will in their eyes, stared at wet feathers and intics. Nothing pinches my mouth at the direct confrontation between the two powerful men who rule this city. If we touch it, we'll be wiped out. But you can't leave there, you can't look away. That's all, I see so much fear there that if it's unpleasant, I might be able to snap my neck.

As if it were an abyss that crept into a doll, the emptiness was intuitive, sucking in heat, gaze, will, and good and evil. There was a pile of malice there with a torn three-day moon-like grin and not even trying to hide a deserving contempt gaze.

"In -" "Hey"

Intics covered his sticky voice with wet feathers that tried to unleash a decisive word to thrust.

"Hey, wet feathers. You don't know who you are. No, I forgot. I wonder what I am. If you remember, you'd have been hiding in a dark dob, wouldn't you? Hey, wet feathers. You forgot."

"-"

Swallow by those eyes, wet feathers lose their words.

For a long time, I've been confused by the tone of the threats I've made with that advice. Fear that should have shaken it off tied the drowning sense of urgency and the movement of the wet-feathered tongue alive.

"Intics, who will hold two seats in the ten-seat conference, is hereby charged.

! The earth without greenery, the heavenly gods of Yamato. Look at it! This woman Wet Feather launched the Alliance "PLANT HWYADEN" with the desire to rule Yamato, sucking up numerous lives and fortunes with deception and falsehood!

All of a sudden Inticus, who looked up to heaven, turned up his loud voice.

"What... are you saying..."

Turning his back as if there were no distracted wet feathers, Intics gathers the audience's gaze by waving one slurry and a long arm.

"The city of Nakas, a player town in Ninetail, is now under the control of the Holy Empire Westlande. Why!? Why was the forced resettlement operation carried out by the Knights of the Senate and the Adventurers of the early Plant Hwyaden, which was imposed shortly after the Catastrophe? That's because wet feathers sold Adventurers to the Senate's ambition to rule Western Yamato."

The blood is cold.

I'm not sure what Intics is talking about.

You can't hear it with the sound of a breaking bell.

But I feel something spilling out of both hands of wet feathers.

Wet feathers reached out despite being blocked by soft noise. To keep the intics still.

"Huh?" "Really?" No way. "

Even though I didn't know what you were talking about, only such whispers were heard in my ear. I feel my fingertips cursorily raised in a distorted hall hundreds of meters away from the intics that should be right around the corner.

"I have proof! Because I did it. Hey! Risk the life of the Duke of Woodell! With the support of Wet Feather's" Adventurer "! It was this me who set fire to the residence of the Adventurer who insisted on living in Nakas! And that's why I gave him the name" General Tohoku. "Hey, Lord!

Heavy metal noises and punching (chattering) sounds like being ambushed where they don't look like wet feathers. If I had gazed at you, I would have offered a military knife (sabel) with a smile that the red-haired woman soldier would slash.

I remember this smell.

Rusty, lukewarm aroma.

"You! Forget about the favor you took! What a glorious" Westlande Dynasty "! Who's there, who's there! Give this wretch a hungry wolf against the House of Lords! Mesh capture - ugh!!!

Disconnected.

Some kind of wet falling sound.

A lot of screaming.

And silence.

"... there is no country by that name. Dreams of the dead."

Wet feathers stepped forward, squeaking Yamato's highest authority like garbage chips. To be fished in, to be invited. I don't know what's going on. I don't know what they're talking about.

But I felt like something definitive was going to be lost, and I felt like I had to say something, and wet feathers were desperate.

Even if I could work out measures more calmly without even the roar in my ear.

Is that a spell? I frowned at the murmur like a great river that embraced the heavy rains of the dark night, like the discharge sound of an occasional rampage of dams, and said, "Listen up, everyone! I ha-" wet feathers tried to raise their voices.

"What's that smell?"

"My nose is about to bend"

"What's going on? What happened!?

But three times they shall be blocked, and from the hedges that shake and crack like panic shall be spewed out a group of dirt and dirt.

"Let me introduce you. They learn secrets, or get their hands dirty, or inconvenient - the ones that were trapped in the Great Temple by wet feathers. Everything is a witness to the evil deeds of wet feathers! You filthy rat! I wouldn't even be allowed to step into such a luminous galaxy if I were you. Born a lowlife! Of a bastard bastard born and raised - an unforgivable felony accuser who committed it!!

Ok.

This roar that rings in the ears of wet feathers is the sound of the heartbeat and blood flow of wet feathers.

(SU) The sound of the fear of wet feathers themselves that smell like eh.

"No, no... No"

Wet feathers themselves were summoned without realizing it, it was a venue for judgment. Even though I don't know, Wet Feathers are left alone and humiliated without being able to protect themselves.

The voices stretched up to object were plundered, which is why they were easily cut off by Intics.

"It's not! This woman happened to be heartbroken by the catastrophe, and she reversed your anxiety and took away her money and freedom with sweet words! Don't you remember? Aren't you making statements about the precious magic items, materials, and guilds you've acquired at Elder Tail? Didn't Plant Hwyaden rob you? Don't you force slaves who don't even want to be?"

Walking lightly like a stage actress, the samurai over there, this squire and Intics peek into those eyes. Unable to withstand that intimidation, she grins and snorts, looking for the next endorser with a full face - a witchy grin.

"Different."

Without responding to the denial of the thinly torn wet feathers like the discarded flyers in the pub at the end of the day, no less Intics was speaking only to an audience that listened to his accusations.

With an unlimited, cruel and dignified gaze that loves that well-tuned instrument, Intics buys consent from each and every one of them. They are jurors they themselves do not want.

And that vote hurt wet feathers much deeper than the real knife did.

"With a colorful incense, this woman wandered off the family of the Bangfu, and even threatened the neck of the capital of Kyou with" Suzachmon's Different Realms. "They tried to make us recognize ourselves with a false threat."

"It belongs to the Duke of Woodell."

"I'm sorry. The Duke can't talk anymore."

The clarification raised by the wet feather like a scream is interrupted by a part of the ball that has been kicked and rolled towards the gobble and wet feather. Wet feathers finally realized there that they were on the ground.

In the roaring heartbeat roar and distorted vision, wet feathers had been looked up to the neck of the bloody and grudgingly drunk Duke of Oudel.

"I'll open my crotch to anyone for myself -"

"No... Ugh... Ugh..."

Are you nauseous or screaming or whimpering?

"Really? Hey. Wet feathers."

"Ah.... ah"

Wet feathers looked up at the black shadow, just in the wake of the agony that crept up his throat. The frozen insane grin of intics, sweet and rotten enough to be so gentle, plunged the blade of words deep into the wet feathers.

"Hey, your sand castle. Was it cozy? Did you think it wouldn't break? Your castle is sturdy, but what about yourself, hey?

"Shit. Hey......"

Grabbing the forehead of a wet feather that could bite off a childlike cry that I don't think belongs to me, Intics said the last thing Wet Feather had ever imagined, but it just had to be.

"Take a look. Behind you.... Look, I'm picking you up."

A straight line to the entrance and exit where diagonally distorted floors continued had been cut open by the movements of those who feared the indulgence of Intics. It's supposed to be far away, close, but in the crazy proximity of far away, anyone whose wet feathers have been found is frozen.

A thankful man with very gentle eyes if he should be.

The promised man whose wet feathers vowed to confront him in the future.

The brunette young man, standing at the door like a square frame, was a silhouette. Wet feathers and gaze, he has a bewildered, painful look on his face.

And I could play wet feathers.

He shook his hands and legs and rushed out, driven by emotions he didn't understand.

Wet feathers escaped.

From the welcoming ceremony and banquet venue to celebrate the mission of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, he abandoned everything and fled, following accusations by his peers, screaming sloppily.

And by that escape - her sins became a fact established by the people of the "Holy Empire Westlande".