Log Horizon

- "The company of LaGranda".

Its interior was dark but not narrow against imagination.

The ceiling height is about 3m to 5m. The aisle is also 3 m wide enough. The walls are made of stone, and the hard granite-like rocks combine well.

The air was dry and there was a smell of callousness.

"I'll turn on the light."

When Lundell House casts a "Magic Torch" spell, the orange lights are summoned.

"Is it okay to turn on the lights? Wouldn't it be targeted?"

Fifty bells sound worried, but Lundell House cuts back lightly as "irrelevant".

"If the undead is the main thing, even in the dark, they should discern our existence by the fluctuations and magic of our souls, right? It's better to turn on the lights instead, because the only way to gain in the dark is over there."

Serara commented that way and herself called the light source with a (Bugslight) spell as well.

It's Theory Street that has multiple light sources. If only one magic light source was available, if the operator fell by accident, the spell effect would suddenly end and the area would be enveloped in darkness.

"Come on. I'm brighter."

But Lundelhaus doesn't even seem to know Theory like that, and he rushes to call another magical light to try and counter it. A bit bittersweet, Serara seems to be explaining Theory to such a Lundelhouse.

Lundelhaus was outraged at first, but he seemed to be perfectly convinced when he was briefed. "What. Isn't my light weak? [M] Of course I'm good. Ha ha!," he laughs.

Maybe he's an out-of-the-box kid.

Minori had that sentiment.

The aisle crossed several turns and reached one room.

One row glances into the room from the arch on guard, or for a while I try to probe for signs but nothing happens, so I barely break in.

"This..."

Apparently there's some sand coming in from somewhere, on the cobblestone floor, with a pile of sagging sand. On that sand were traces of medium-sized people walking around and scattered bones.

"Looks like the group that preceded us got into battle with Skeleton here"

Minori says so as she examines the marks on the floor. The sight seemed to float in my eyelids.

A lot of scattered footprints, dragging marks, and white bones tell Minori how the battle went. The fight would have been over in just about a minute. It should have been exactly a pair of armor sleeves.

"Well, then, dunno, we don't seem to have enemies until the T-shaped road."

That's what Toya says, he cuts the lead and walks out.

It seems my brother is the one who makes his nose groan like he smells the air from time to time.

One line followed the first T-shaped path, while slowly decreasing the number of mouths. As I thought, the preceding footprint is turning to the left on that T-shaped path.

"... eh"

Lundelhaus tongues with remorse. Toya also nods at its tongue and stares at the left side of the aisle. Minori twists her neck without knowing what it means, but the two seemed to have something to go through.

"This way for today. Let's go."

"Oh, I hope you don't expect me to turn right at all times."

Lundelhaus takes Towya's word for it.

In the voice of Towya, the line turned right. This would be the real deal from here. We entered an area where vigilance was indispensable.

"Nervous...... you will"

"Yes."

Minori dives in and converses with Serara walking next door.

If it's so quiet, I don't even need to lurk my voice. Because if there is a listening presence where you are hiding, you will hear it.

But is it because of the darkness and compression of the dungeons, the atmosphere drinks them up and they gradually whisper and whisper even though they know they don't have to?

"Huh!"

The first thing I noticed was Toya, who was still walking the lead. I noticed four skeletons like walking outposts from across the aisle.

Toya reflexively pulled out the knife and jumped out.

"Towyah!"

Minori similarly shouts and encourages restraint.

It's just like the old Towya when you pop out here.

I guess Toya knew that too. Two-month training at the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon) also trains Toya. He waves with a low mood as he puts his knife in the blue eye as it is.

A deep red shockwave emanating from the tip of the sword crashed into the skeleton.

The shock wave didn't appear to have done a lot of damage to the skeleton, but still, the white bone seemed to notice this one as it crushed the fine bone pieces. They start approaching early enough.

Unless you're here, it's one of the Ranged Attack Stunts used by Samurai.

Originally the warrior position is not good at ranged attacks. Because it's their role to take on enemy attacks on the front lines. However, there are a few but also shooting stunts in order to have a phase that cannot be dealt with.

One of those moves is the Samurai Killing. Of course, a long-range attack on a full-time position - the damage is insignificant compared to the "Assassin" bow and the magic of the sorcerer system. However, it has the characteristic of being able to draw the enemy's attention without storming the center of the enemy.

I guess the effect has been ample. In a passage lit by magical lights, the skeleton progresses toward the tower in a creepingly smooth motion.

The weapon in Skeleton's hand had one bow in each of the three axes. It looked like four of them would stick together, but after about 5m, only the bowman Skeleton stopped his leg.

When Toya stands large in the middle of the aisle, he exposes himself to the attack of three skeletons. The skeletons with axes have launched a series of attacks as they surround the tower in the shape of a co. It's an unemotional behavior, like an undead, blind machine with no other purpose.

"Let's go!! Sora!!

Towya attacks as if stroking all the skeletons. One of Samurai's "big moves with long reuse regulations" is "whirlwind slaughter/big" (senpugiri/dai).

Skeletons that collapse like buttcakes in an instant.

But it doesn't look like he fell over at all. Like a placing souvenir, they each made a precise attack on Towya. At that moment, about 20% of Towya's HP is lost.

Heartbeat Healing!

The inherent healing spells of Serara and Minori flew almost simultaneously.

A water-colored mirror-like personal shock-resistant junction is configured around the tower. Minori's "Damage Blocking Spell" can be blocked if it's about 15% of the upper HP limit of the tower. In other words, if you eat three hits again, your HP will be reduced by about 5%.

And Serara's pulse recovery spell was restoring Toya's HP like a powerful heart beat. This persistent HP healing spell continues to target the healing spell like every second for 15 seconds. Would it take about 10 seconds to recover 20% HP?

It is good to say that the protection of the tower was guaranteed by this.

"It's my turn next! Eat it!!

What Lundelhouse produced from his fingertips was a lava bullet about the size of a clenching fist… still drooling and boiling.

"The Orb of Ravah!!

The lava bullets that were launched did not just go straight.

Striking through one of the skeletons from the front, he bends at right angles on the spot and pierces the skeletons one after the other. The immortal skeletons have carburized bones crumbling for the excess high heat, or burning up in an instant.

Sorcerer.

It is a kind of magician profession, in a sense a complete form.

That was characterised by aggression. As the Assassin (Assassin) sought to limit the damage inflicted by his weapon, his vocation was to limit the damage inflicted by magic.

They do not summon and serve other beings with their own magic, like Summoners. I am not good at amplifying the power of others like the Granting Artist (Enchanter).

The sorcery used by the Sorcerer is more primitive and powerful than that. They convert their magic directly, into destructive force. Its destructive energy often takes the form of flames, ice, or lightning, and instantly destroys hostile beings by striking them directly at the target.

Its offensive power, along with the Assassins, is the highest in all twelve professions. Many people give the rating that assassins are a step better in terms of being able to choose attack attributes than they are in beating up weapons.

"Huh? That?... Ooh!!

Lundelhaus shouts his surprise.

A rainbow light bullet is fired from the tip of the cane to inflict additional damage, as it chases after a lava bullet that should have struck out.

"Holy shit! Success!

Fifty bells grin loudly.

The Bard (Byrd) has many stunts to cover. From other professions, the Bard is characterised by an overwhelming variety of stunts.

In the sense of diversity covering allies, even that "conferring magician" must give way to one or two steps to the "bard".

The perpetual support song chosen by Fifty Bells for today's adventure is "Carol of the Round". It is a "perpetual support song" that gives the ability to automatically inflict additional attacks using "Allied Magic Attack Landing" as the activation key.

"Isn't that amazing! Is this... Bard's? Miss Fifty Bells. My artistically destructive spells are becoming more mythically destructive! Hahahahahahaha!! Gulah, it's a nice play!

Apparently, this cover greatly boosted Lundell House's mood.

Towards the fiftieth bell, Lundelhaus gives a thumbs up, baby! and wink loudly.

When a blonde Western European handsome Lundelhouse does that in a grand way, she looks kind of like a Hollywood actor, too picturesque to be bothered with.

A lot of eye-catching remarks from above may be due to your birth as a boy, but from those unholy words, it also seems like you're not a fundamentally bad person.

(and awesome power......)

That ability to exterminate should have just been called a "sorcerer". He first shredded his HP in a Toya range attack and buried three skeletons with just one blow, even though he was covered by the Bard.

In Elder Tail, it is rare for a battle to end so far unilaterally.

If you want to fight a monster at the same level as yourself, for example, where it was Towya, you need about ten attacks to stab a stunt. When it comes to restoration, the attack surface is poor, requiring at least twenty attacks in the case of Minori.

Even though he was somewhat of an understated opponent from Lundelhouse's perspective, he would be able to cloud with offensive powers that strayed from his regular orbit, such as burying his enemies with just one blow.

But.

"Hey, Ma, Ma!

"What's up? Miss Minori, did you fall in love with my beautiful magic at first sight?

On the back of Lundell House, who made a conceited turn, he said, "Scoop!" The arrow of Skeleton Archer pierces it.

"Ah," "Ah," "Oh," "Yabe"

"Hey, what is it?!?

Lundelhaus, which can gain momentum and swing again. His attack had certainly hit all four skeletons, but the bowman skeleton had not received Towya's first attack. By the difference in damage for that matter, Skeleton Archer seems to have survived.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Or I'll recover. Huh!

Minori speaks of "small recovery" as an emergency measure.

Thoya didn't want to give the enemy the attack, he ran over to Skeleton Archer to kick the earth. But that was a failure. Toya, who came forward, will be spotted at the corner of the aisle by a group of another skeleton, calling for new enemy reinforcements.

The high Attack of the Sorcerer (Sorcerer) can indeed be a powerful weapon in destroying enemies. But not invincible.

That extra high attack power makes monsters more alert. Highly threatening beings are only perceived as "priority targets" if viewed from monsters. And "sorcerer" is the fate of the sorcerer profession, with only thin armor like paper and poor defensive abilities.

Five new skeletons emerged from the corner, one skeleton archer who couldn't be defeated by five skeletons, for a total of six.

Moreover, due to the protrusion of Towya on the front line, the formation has been extended lengthwise and has become unstable.

(It's gonna be a riot. No, calm down when I say this. First, insure with the overall damage blockade......)

But the thought already lacked calm.

"Overall Damage Blocked" and so on, it's certainly powerful, but the big move takes a long time to chant. Couldn't wait while we were doing this, Lundelhaus unleashed a powerful attack spell that took the enemy's attention away from Towya. Skeleton breaks into the Minori and other defensive formations through the side of Towya, who was building the front line.

Skeleton Archer, who carries out ranged attacks, repeatedly attacks Lundelhouse with that arrow, and his frail HP looms into the red zone as he glances.

The narrow passage became a genuine mix-up.

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(Huh. I see. It's called a raccoon's nest.)

Michitaka singles in her heart as she receives a glass with a smile. This is the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice". However, Michitaka and the others (Round Table Meeting) borrowed a separate section, an area where the Marquis d 'Arte stayed.

The Lords' Conference with the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal" was a slow walk, as Shiloe expected to show. The first story I heard was that the meeting would basically take place on an irregular afternoon, but there had never been a single meeting four days after Michitaka's arrival at this "ancient court of Eternal Ice".

- There are ten days in session, so there is no rush. was noble language, but contrary to that language, negotiations under water are apparently going on really intensely.

In evidence of this, invitations and requests are also communicated in a single line of the Round Table Meeting, as in the case of consecutive days. At first, the three of us, Shiloe, Krusty and Michitaka, were still face-to-face and consulted, but then it is the current state of affairs that we are acting dispersed in time.

Keeping the basic policy in check and the adventurer's weapon and reading function not found in "The Landlord" are helpful.

The same was true that night.

An invitation to dinner from the Dalte Marquis in the fortified city of Mogami.

"Alliance of Free Cities Eastal" An invitation to a night club focused on young knights.

Dinner party invitations from Tukba Marquis, Kiliva and the Academic Guild.

These three have been worn.

Wouldn't it be bad for the Lords to attend one of them? I also initially wondered if I should say no to everything, with the desire to avoid situations that would put me on the shoulders of certain lords. However, due to the fact that the current situation is one of gathering information and the decision that priority should be given to creating an acquaintance, one line is acting in three hands.

Saying "a night club centered on young knights" is probably some orchestra, dance, etc. From that prediction, white feather arrows initially stood on the siloe, but the Marquis of Kiliva's dinner party was also heavily loaded in Michitaka and Krusty when academic guilds were to show their faces.

So Krusty decided to attend this meeting of young knights and princesses, or "next-generation bearers". "I'm sure it's fun to dance," Shiloe says with a funny smile. Outside, they have it in their roots.

However, Crusty still replies without panic to Henrietta of the March Alliance, who had the same concerns. "I recently acquired a shield for defense that is highly durable and will not be used less. It takes a trick to pinch it between your enemies and yourself, but you'll be fine because you can't help but turn down the invite".

Michitaka had no idea what he was talking about, but if Crusty were to say so, he would be fine, so he decided to cut the thought off.

When we thus decide where to visit Siroe and Krusty, the rest will be Michitaka. It's a leftover "Dinner Party of the Dalte Marquis".

"Come on, we're picking up the most delicious cows from our territory. Enjoy your meal fully tonight. Pay."

The Marquis d 'Arte, who so welcomed him, was a magnificent man, who, to put it well, seemed simple, with a smug look on the face of the countryside if seen in a mean way. The outfit was also qualitative, of course clean, solid and fine, but wearing top and bottom without gorgeous decorations. But those eyes had a really gap-free way of glowing.

Michitaka is nothing but a chief class salarier in real life. but in this other world, he is the guild master who holds five thousand of the largest guilds in the city of Akiba. Alliance members say he's the "general manager" or "general Yancha," but he's not blurry enough to spot such signs.

Still lovingly returning greetings to Michitaka, Marquis d 'Arte recommends a seat at the table. It was the families of the Marquis d 'Arte who were arriving at a large table for a sumptuous dinner party.

Her wife is still young, but she's quite a beauty with a pout. Maybe he's my late wife. My oldest son is a boy who looks like he's about to be a senior year in elementary school, and he still has a younger sister.

"Come on, the food situation has changed in the last two months, too. He was accompanied by one of the finest cooks in our territory, and he took part in this meeting with intent."

The dinner party started while listening to the Marquis d 'Arte.

The castle city of Mogami - the territory of Marquis d 'Arte - appears to be in the northeastern part of the Old World. The exact location is the location of the Yamagata, if you say it on the map drawn by Shiloe.

With a population of about 8,000 people, it would be "the safest and most comfortable city in the region" if the words of Marquis d 'Arte were borrowed. By way of advance information, it was supposed to be the Marquis d 'Arte who could follow a dozen or so villages, mainly in this city.

The dinner party was a much more sumptuous medieval European-style meal.

I don't know the details of Michitaka, but I have the impression that French cuisine, for example, is called a course, and a small amount of dishes come out on a plate. In this otherworldly custom of aristocracy, however, large dishes also seem to come out very normally.

Roasted meat is roasted with plenty of vanilla, which the Dalte Marquis himself cuts.

"This meat has a reputation for being extraordinary in our territory. How about that?

"Yeah, this is delicious!

Michitaka depresses her tongue drums on the dish.

Certainly there is no falsehood in the word finest. It is stronger and tougher than the original Japanese beef, but the original flavour of the meat is firmer and thicker.

There is no falsehood in the best of words.

But from what Michitaka saw, that seemed like the same circumstance for every nobleman. "Meals". It has now become an important term that also shapes the politics of this other world. Two months of change changed the world.

All lords seemed to bring in the finest cooks and ingredients in the territory, like this Marquis d 'Arte. For them, this meeting is a "new opportunity" to come down. Even in a weak territory, if delicious specialties are discovered, it is possible to gain unprecedented wealth. A mighty nobleman must pursue a meal that is even more delicious than other nobles in order to defend his power and to preserve his fame.

Of course, the Free Cities Alliance Eastal conference so far would have been a social glimpse of its kind, but gastronomy has become an important strategy, involving imports, exports and the economy.

"We have a lot of mountains around our city, and it's a pretty steep land pattern. So in addition to forestry and mining, pastoralism flourishes. I'll be proud of pigs later this evening."

The look on the face of the eldest boy, who nodded in anticipation, gives a hunch that it is a considerable treat.

While savoring such a dish, Michitaka listened to Marquis d 'Arte.

Sometimes it was the climate, geography, and various forms of sex in the northeastern archipelago that were spoken of at the same time. That was, from the Marquis d 'Arte, a prep for business talks, and I'm sure you were proud of your country, but it's a valuable source if you try Michitaka.

The northeast part of the archipelago is like a forest and mountain-colored terrain with numerous mountain ranges. Those mountains are green, with inexhaustible forest resources and abundant rainfall, and are blessed with many lakes and beautiful gorges.

There are few flatlands, many of them coastal and mountainous basins.

Wheat and rice are made in the narrow flats I said so.

Although the area extending from the northeast to the northeast of Kanto is central to the Easter Alliance of Free Cities, the major problem in this area is still the monster's journey.

The total population of the human race of goodness in this world is about 1/100 that of Japan in reality, according to estimates by Shiloe and Roderick and others. But that's not necessarily equal to the number of intelligent life forms. This world also houses sub-humans typical of "Green Kid" (Goblin) and "Ugly Pig Ghost" (Oak). They are somewhat inferior to the human-side race of good in the sense of intelligence, but they are stubborn, fertile and, above all, cruel and evil.

There are also subhuman species of evil in this other world who said so, and they have created many kingdoms and dominant areas. And it is dawn of war and plunder day and night to take hegemony of this world.

In the northeastern part of the archipelago, the main force will be the Green Kid (Goblin). Goblins are small subhumans, and even when they grow, they are only about 150 centimeters tall. It's a skinny, ugly, distorted, short-bodied, humanoid monster. They have a simplified tribal society and live divided into several functions.

Most of them are looting tribes (Plunder Tribes) that keep moving, but some of them have their home base. This trend is particularly pronounced in the Northeast region, where it is said that giant gatherings may be created, such as those with a population of up to tens of thousands.

As many subhumans do, goblins also have alien subtribes due to disorderly mating. One of them is Ironbody Green Ghost (Hobgoblin). Hobgoblins are less intelligent than goblins, but they are human-type monsters with frantic loyalties. Use your armor and weapons and fight until you die for your clan.

Besides that. Being a high-ranking goblin prayer (sherman) brings the ancestral spirit to life and uses the undead and deals with the spirits. Goblin tutors (Tamers) sometimes raise Owl Bears (Oulbears), Winged Eagle Horses (Hippogriffs), and Demonic Wolves (Diawolves).

Each Goblin individual has only intermediate (Adventurer) or fewer combat abilities, but Goblins as a force of diverse abilities can never be insulted.

They subhuman naturally live in an area somewhat different from the human-controlled area. No, in this case, you should say that humans are desperately protecting their territory from them. In the Tohoku region, deep forests and mountain ranges seemed to be their dwellings.

"But, well, there's this -- yes, there's been a great revolution."

Marquis d 'Arte continues.

"This great revolution first made a huge difference in the food situation. As you know, no wonder the inhabitants of our territory are also a totally new food charm trico. This can't be helped."

The Marquis' wife smiles bitterly at the words of her stubborn husband.

"Aren't you obsessed with Pecorino salad or smoked pork? It's cowardly to call only the people like catfish in the pursuit of gastronomy."

Michitaka nods softly, too, to his lovingly giggling wife.

"Yeah, and a delicious meal enriches the day. This is great."

"Ohon. Well, that happens.

… it is now also in our territory that, since this revolution, the people have become more motivated and various productions have become more active. No impact has yet emerged on rice.... because it's a grain that grows in the long run. But there are early effects on livestock and vegetables.

To be specific, you've grown and harvested carefully to eat at all. Besides, transportation is no longer carried by rot. "

Michitaka nods. If you say so, that's the best thing.

"Many residents have woken up to business to buy delicious meals and ingredients again. Trying to get all sorts of other foods by growing something that tastes a little better and selling it at a higher price… this is why"

This was also to snort at Michitaka, the production guild.

"There.... Now the transport problem has come up"

Michitaka, hmm. Think.

That would be so. That's all in mountainous land, some crops you won't be able to make even if you want to. Many crops should only grow in the South in the first place. Michitaka and the others are also struggling to obtain sugar that only produces in the South.

Sugar is a specialty of the Ninetail Autonomy, but since the Catastrophe, prices have soared without knowing the ceiling because of its rarity.

It was different before.

Whatever ingredients were used, a certain quality, a certain flavour of food was made, so the difference in ingredients only affected the effect of the food item... In other words, sugar was treated like a medicine.

(No, it's a meal, or it's a nutrition bar.)

But not now. There is a growing demand for delicious ingredients, fresh ingredients, and materials with various variations. In this simple different world, we basically eat what we make on our own land.

Transport costs and takes time. It's even harder to carry fresh food. However, seasonings, preferences and the like would need to be imported from distant places. Exports are quick in order to get currency for imports.

In that case, it is still the monsters who will be the neck.

Thinking about it, I know exactly how this nobleman would like to ask the Round Table Conference to send his troops.

"Well, I don't think this is just our hope for Mogami"

Marquis d 'Arte shrugs his shoulders.

"However, I hear you need to put in more than a few hundred troops just to search one mountain. The force required to end the goblin from the northeast of the archipelago will be astronomical figures. There is nothing we can do about Akiba's" Roundtable Meeting ". Unfortunately, even street guards won't have enough troops at all times."

To that word, Michitaka cuts back. All regional security activities and other nonsense. It is impossible to secure that many regions in this world's population. It is also impossible, which is why the human living area takes the form of a bubble of security areas, mainly cities.

On the other hand, Michitaka's words were also restraint than they were.

He gave advice in the form of a nail stab before the demand was made to "send soldiers to our territory as soon as possible, even after the other lords' territories." If we are to save, we will have all the regions in bulk. This is why I showed an attitude that there is no reason for me to use my hands without doing more than I can.

Supper was already a dessert.

Whether that was the local flavor or whether we managed to get there in the past two months, what came out was sweet egg-roasted confectionery. Marquis d 'Arte carefully cuts out into Michitaka, where he drinks some nostalgic, flavorful rustic confectionery and dark, roasted black rose tea.

"No. It doesn't necessarily require monster annihilation that much. What I'd rather ask for is another method. … is a technical contribution to maritime transport."

Michitaka glanced.

maritime transport, which is the supply of steam-powered vessels.

It was a suggestion from Marquis d 'Arte to facilitate imports and exports without spending soldiers on monster crusades.

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There was a heavy atmosphere in the tent.

Honestly, it's a little hard to breathe.

Fifty bells move around in their sleeping bags.

I was having dinner earlier, and I can see the flames of the fireworks through the canvas in the tent, so as for time, isn't it about 21: 00 yet?

If you're in the city, it's not as good time as going to bed, but there's nothing else to do in this nature.

Even if I had something to do, I was tired and unmotivated. My body is so tired that I don't get motivated, but apart from the mind, is it because it's not time to sleep in my normal life - drowsiness never came.

In the meantime, the truth is that although I have tried to dive into my sleeping bag, I am stuffy.

Some of the tents are illuminated by magical lights and packing their baggage.

"Ugh."

Fifty bells turned their necks toward you.

It is Minori who is seriously moving. Toya is diving into the sleeping bag just like the fifty bells, and Serara is laid back in the corner of the tent. Lundelhaus is grumpy and arms wrapped around his sleeping bag.

Everyone had heavy air together.

I can't help it. Today's quest was scattered.

The battle of the Fifty Bells ended up being a mixed battle as it was, and he presented a muddy look as he called in more Skeleton reinforcements.

The battle that continues in a disturbed formation takes away not only the HP of all the participants, but also the MP, the stunts that are still there, and even the concentration. At the start of the fight, he was able to push with a wealth of stunts and HP, but when he couldn't do it, he had to rely on a healing spell.

But it is inevitable that that healing spell will also become depleted somewhere more than there is an upper limit of MP.

- You and your team can't heal properly, so I'm going to do a lot of damage!! Lundelhaus complained, for example, but from the fifty bells, I think the two recovery jobs, Serara and Minori, were working hard.

Of course, fifty bells had no idea what he was doing, but if you look at that neat serara and the minnows on his contemplative expression, you can assure me there's no way he was out of hand.

Fifty Bells is one of the newcomers rescued from Harmeln, the Bard (Byrd).

Minori and I have been friends since the days of Harmeln.

Or I could say I was looking after you.

A junior high school girl three years younger than herself is really a solid one.

Fifty Bells valued very highly the younger girl, who should be much lower level and less experienced than herself. Of course, that would have been what she called "taught by Siloe" knowledge, but it depended more on the girl's high sense of purpose and brilliance.

(I'm pretty blunt... You relied on Minori...)

Fifty Bells himself does not consider himself a brilliant person at all.

In high school, the brass club. My hobby is instruments. Plus, Wood Base.

Thin body shape like an athlete who is only slightly tall but has lost his hormonal balance during his growth (not that he has another strength). It's a mediocre look far from a beauty, though I don't even think her face is scrupulous.

Scabbing is still a complex. The part of my hair that is thick and seems to jump even if I knit three, I get snagged down on a daily basis.

It's not that I don't have many friends or that I'm being bullied, but I'm just a mass-produced rural high school girl everywhere.

It's also just a light feeling that I started an online game, and her gundam wannabe, my brother, said, "I have extra tickets to invite you. Wanna try? I said," I was just trying it out. "

This would be interesting if I started doing it, and I was happy to get into the musical relationship profession of [Bard] inside the game. But I don't think I would have done it if it wasn't free.

Such fifty bells were caught in a "catastrophe" and caught on a bad guild called "Hermeln" etc.

I panic at first. Only confusion ensued that I didn't know what to do, but then smudge and - yes, smudge and despair struck me.

And it snapped lightly. Hope peppered and gave up resistance. The fifty bells, which resented God and the world, resented, resented and emptied, stopped thinking every day except to be fed.

Oh, you say this about the lives of the affected children, and I was alone in a terribly miserable mood. I didn't like it as much as I was crazy, but on the other hand, I was convinced that some of me was. A sidekick ending is such a thing. and I heard a tired grunt in me.

Even then, Minori was being nice to other new players.

It is true that knowledge does not mean that it is lost because we have shared it. But it doesn't make sense to monopolize either. Monopoly increases the likelihood that you will be the only one who can help at times of need.

Yet Minori kept calling out to the rookie players in the room, as she did every day, trying to share as much game information as she knew.

In that sense, so is my brother Toya.

I can't help but be surprised to say those two are junior high.

The two of them have a "strength" that they just can't do, "special". If Minori hadn't been here, I would have thought that the Fifty Bells might have been rougher in that "Hermel" and still haven't been able to regain their brightness.

Serara, on the other hand, is a girl her age.

Shortly after I got help from Harmeln, she was the first to hand me some warm, delicious soup and bread. The treatment in "Harmeln" was pretty bad. I don't know what to say to myself, but I would have smelled like raw garbage after being rescued.

I call that fifty bells. "It's okay. I already saved you," Serara hugged me.

"I'm a rookie player who usually doesn't make a difference in level either," Serara named to the new players who sniveled their noses in tears at the guild hall entrance that day, which was like a group of refugees.

"I was also targeted for buying in a city called Suskino, but I got help and now I'm doing great with a decent guild," he said. There must have been a lot of people saved by that word.

She would be one of the most intimate new players in the Tri-Smoon Alliance. To say that the levels were more or less the same, or that the actual ages were the same, gave a sense of intimacy to the Fifty Bells. Now, as the friendliest member of the Mitsuki Alliance, he spends almost every day.

I think Serara is an adorable high school girl.

(I envy that shape)

The person seems to have a huge complex, but from the fiftieth bell, I can't help but envy him. Isn't it anything as rounded as a little bit? I think her breasts are plump and swollen, her buttocks are chunky, the colors are white, and she really looks like a girl.

(Serara says I'm smart. I'm just as tall as a pole, and I don't want to be feminine.)

For this reason, Minori and Serara are close acquaintances to the Fifty Bells. I think it's okay to call it a friend, but for some reason, it's embarrassing to declare it without their permission, because they have that kind of emotion and they call it "acquaintance." But in my mind, I'm a proper "friend".

That's why those two were losing their recovery, that's impossible.

So what caused today's tragedy? Who was to blame?

If they ask me that, I'll have fifty bells in trouble this time.

- The muddy battle lasted about half an hour.

When we cut through a battle like it wasn't strange for anyone to die, the party was half-baked and the MP for everyone and the reuse regulations for the stunts were completely exhausted. If the enemy finds you again like this, you will be wiped out.

The party tried desperately to get back to the entrance. Most of them were found in the resurrected moving skeleton on their way back, and they had to fight a tragic retreat...

(Today, it was really bad)

It was scattered.

The fifty bells' first dungeon challenge would have set a record of retreating in just one hour from the start.

(Towya, isn't it)

Even Toya is not as close as Minori, but she has facial knowledge.

I think she's bright and good. Were you pinching because Towya couldn't or was malicious? If you say so, I can tell you that's not true.

Indeed, in the course of a short exploration, there were seemingly mistakes such as forceful assaults. But if we consider each individual case, it's all about "although it may be a mistake, it's something that Toya's side has thought and reason to do, and it's not something he blames unilaterally".

Meanwhile, Lundell House is the first witch (sorcerer) to face each other in this accommodation. It is good to say that its character and strength were the most unknown of this membership.

Lundell House has no such thing as reluctance in his mouth. The attitude is huge, it's magnificent, and if you're proud, the part gets to your nose. He does look as good as a prince, but in fifty bell values, he is a light boy.

So that Lundelhouse is the cause of today's failure? If asked, that would also be a question mark.

There will indeed be aspects of Lundelhaus' overconfidence and alarm that have exacerbated the war situation. But if you look at it on a case-by-case basis, as with Towya, there are quite a few thoughts and wins on Lundelhouse's side.

Above all, it is clear that Lundelhaus loved his profession and was working hard to demonstrate his strength. Somehow Lundelhaus is some kind of narcissist, and he thinks it's a virtue to destroy his enemies, so he can't be clueless or anything.

(I'm not a bad person...)

And fifty bells, I think.

Lie down and fall asleep, glimpse Lundell House. The look of Lundelhouse with his mouth tied to a letter to and his arms is like a trainer or monk being hit by a waterfall.

The person is a perfect Westerner figure, so the discomfort is great, but I can't put in any doubt that he is serious.

(I'm sure you're doing today's reflection or something in your brain)

- I also wonder if you're blaming yourself. Apparently Lundelhaus, who drools everything he thought, blamed his surroundings quite a bit even on an adventure of the day. But at the same time, he seems to be harsh on himself, and he also looks like he was blaming himself for being harsh.

(Ha...)

So, isn't anyone bad after all?

(No, no, not to mention me. That's not a good idea, is it?

Yes, only one person has been removed from consideration. That's fifty bells itself. Fifty bells themselves were bad and in a pinch many times, the possibility is undeniable.

(Nothing, I'm not good at this either...)

The game is a beginner. Of course, I don't know anything about martial arts, and I've never even imagined survival in the real world.

But it's been two months since I did that.

Fifty bells also have a sense that they have been fighting repeatedly in this world.

But in retrospect, the Fifty Bells themselves were full of discomfort in today's adventure. In this case, discomfort means "behavior that is not the best hand if you think about it later".

I don't know why that happened, but in retrospect, I remember making many mistakes.

The Bard has a wide variety of backup stunts, but one of the highlights is the "perennial backup song".

These are musical fluctuations in which Bird's body dissipates unconsciously.

It is a convenient and powerful stunt that will continue to benefit all the time unless the Bard ceases to be effective, with a permanent cover effect that works for everyone in the party. This "perpetual support song" is a stunt that I want to use all the time, in the sense that if used in the pre-battle phase, it will work without any hassle during battle.

The problem is that this "perpetual support song" can only be used together up to two kinds at the same time. The type of "perpetual support song" counts 15 in high level birds, and even the fifty bells at the moment have ten options.

Which two of the ten types of support will be used is the first problem faced by the [Bard] and will continue to haunt even at a high level.

Today's fifty bells had chosen "Carol of the Round" and "Etude of Sword Speed".

The former is a cover song that adds additional damage to magic attacks. The latter is a support song that speeds up the rate of weapon attacks, both of which are classic in the support provided by the Bard.

But today's battle has failed with that.

"Carol the Round Singer" does increase the magic damage, but that has resulted in attracting enemy attention to Lundell House. This was totally unexpected trouble.

Besides, there have been more enemy reinforcements than expected, and the fighting has become a mixed battle.

At this point, the Fifty Bells make the decision to change their cover song, even though they are in battle. Changing the cover song takes a long chanting time, so it is desirable that it should be done during non-combat. Even at this time, I was lost and postponed, but I consolidated my determination to change it during the battle that it might be wiped out as it was.

"Carol the Carol of Carols" into "Nocturne of Meditation".

I changed the Sword Speed Epitude to Dancing Pavane.

"Nocturne of Meditation" is a support song that grants MP gradual but healing effects even during battle. In Elder Tail, MP slowly recovers if it is non-combat. If you take a break, your recovery rate will accelerate. But I don't recover during the fight.

"Nocturne of Meditation" compares its MP recovery to a modest rate during a break, but it's a backup song to do in battle.

"Dancing Pavane" is a cover song that increases the agility of all allies and increases the evasion rate involved in hostile monster attacks.

Longer fighting was inevitable than enemy reinforcements had come out. No, the battle was already muddy at the time of the decision to make a change. Fifty bells prepared themselves for a long battle, and made changes to the support song.

(But...)

That's what I thought I had to do then, and I still don't think I was making that decision differently.

The conclusion, however, was that the decision did not improve the war situation.

Of course the avoidance rate has increased, and the MP consumption speed has clearly slowed down. The amount of MP consumed by stunts and heels is healed by the Nocturne of Meditation.

At the same time, however, it also indicated that the increase in damage was over due to Carol of the Round and Epitude of Sword Speed.

If the damage output drops, you'll need more time to defeat one enemy. If it takes longer to defeat an enemy, the battle time increases - so does the amount of HP healed required and the MP consumed more intensely.

It was a vicious cycle.

(But...)

Yes, but it was.

I do not believe that the decision was incorrect for the Fifty Bells. Even if it was a mistake, it was to the extent that it was "not the best" - so to speak, it was supposed to be a "mistake" at a level like Towya and Lundelhouse. I don't think that would force us to fight as much turmoil and struggle as we do today.

Besides, if that's a mistake, what was I supposed to do?

Fifty bells thinks.

(I'm not good at thinking about it)

I'm not good at reflecting or setting up maneuvers. Analysis and execution are the most unsatisfactory areas of the Fifty Bells. But the fifty bells were no better at the air of this heavy tent than thinking.

So I had to worry even though I thought about feelings like the will that precipitated heavily in my stomach.

The first night in the mountains of Zantreef, it had just begun.

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The little hall, which seems to be bigger than the school classrooms of the old world, has sweet and mellow music played by Reiman. Against the background of its interior music, there are numerous circles of people blooming in the room.

"The Ancient Court of Eternal Ice".

The upper corner of it, "Between the Seven Maidens".

It is the young knight who speaks broadly as he stands. There was also a girl princess who lined up on a sensuously distributed couch everywhere and gave a little cheer to the rumors. Houzi behaves with courtesy, an egg of a scholar who makes a grin close to bitter laughter look sinister. Young bureaucrats.

I hear that today's night club is a casual, unpretentious, gathering of young people from the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. Altogether, about forty people attended today's night club from their late teens through their mid-twenties.

"... are you going to stay here forever?

"Yes."

Crusty answers by asking Raynesia to sit at the small round table.

Rainesia gave a subtly drawn smile.

It's not that I don't like Krusty as a person.

Big knights of this stature are basically silent, so I don't get to be told a lot of noble old ladies. That's what I mean, I'm talking about not having to wear a cat called "Beautiful Princess Struck by the Rain," which I appreciate.

But she was the daughter of the Duke of Cowen family.

I don't know what rumors I can make when I'm with certain men for such a long time. Between this night club would be good. But I'm tempted to think about what they'll say later.

(Does this man know...)

Crusty in front of her is drinking alcohol on black rose tea with a soaked face. It was just after the night club that the two of them took this seat, but it's been an hour. There is no conversational conversation.

This situation was the result of a convergence of the two interests in the short term. As for Rainesia, the advantage is not to be suffocated by the rhetoric of young nobles, knights and civilians.

She is the granddaughter of the lead lord, the Duke of Sergiad.

Speaking of dukes, there are only two titles in Yamato. He is a great nobleman among the great nobles. This title was given to the ancient court, Westlande. With that ancient dynasty doomed, only the Saigon family, the tomb guard of the Westlande ancient dynasty, is superior to the House of the Duke of Cowen, speaking of aristocratic identity.

Rainesia, the daughter of such a grand aristocrat, is the object of the courtship of many knights and civilians. Rainesia has one sister and one brother, but my sister is already descended, and I guess the Cowens will continue, whether Rainesia takes a son-in-law or my brother welcomes his wife. With that in mind, it is no surprise that she is the object of the worship and aspiration, and desire, of the nobles and knights of the same age.

(Ha...)

She imagines it, her stomach area gets heavier and she sneaks out a sigh. Marriage seems like a story of a distant country unknown to Rainesia. My parents seem to have a tough relationship when it comes to "couples," as the world calls them, and it's a big sticky relationship when you look at my sister. Rainesia couldn't decide which was the real "marriage".

When I think about it on top of her personal sexuality, I just think, "There's nothing like living with a stranger (heterosexual)," but from a standpoint, I guess I'm not going to go for it either.

If we got married, we wouldn't be able to say "stranger" at that point, but the area seems to be out of Rainesia's brain.

Finally, when we see such a depressing look at Rainesia, the young nobles and princesses around us say, "Lady Rainesia has such a cute sigh......" or "I guess you're worried about the future of this world. What a sober person..." and whispers are also missing from my head.

Crusty, the other character, also enjoys considerable benefits. He is the young leader of Adventurer's biggest force, the Roundtable Conference.

The force is about 10,000 troops. Moreover, the battle ability of the individual is said to be a half-breed skilled knight and an unparalleled sergeant, and if converted into a noble Knights of the Territory, it is also said to be tens of thousands of troops. It is also rumored that the size of the economy may be inferior to that of My Hama, the largest territory of the Free Cities Alliance Eastal, but almost enough to shoulder it. Suddenly appeared in the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, it will be called a huge force.

Also, I skipped the elements that I said so and said that I was quite the person to draw attention to from what I saw of the Krusty individual.

He is 190 cm tall and falls into a fairly large category as a human race. I didn't have the slightest impression of being skinny and vertically, and my well-built and muscled body made me feel like an awesome warrior just looking at it.

Glassed and intelligent, its side looked quite princess if you sat quietly, and sandy hair suits you well.

Even if you subtract yourself from being an "adventurer," you have already unleashed the charisma of being the object of the curiosity and admiration of the noble ladies.

The heavy armored appearance scattered dark blue on blunt iron, shown in the recent friendly exchange match by the knights, showed scars and burnt marks everywhere, and the knights boasting a beautiful armored appearance were enough to shy away from being present. The martial artists, who remember their arms hoping to make up, are now totally heartbroken by Krusty.

So it seems that Krusty, who is now the object of attention of the nobles in a different way from Rainesia, also has to stay with her so that she doesn't get caught up in useless invitations and nasty conspiracies. At least that's what he said.

(Ugh)

Raynesia resented me. I look at Crusty with my eyes. Crusty ignored that gaze 100%, but then looked up. At the end of that line of sight is the rear of Rainesia.

"Princess Rainesia?

"I'm sorry. Sorry to interrupt your welcome. Um... May I join you? I brought you some cookies."

The two girls were Appletta, daughter of Marquis Lester, and Huevel, granddaughter of Baron Ivahune. We debuted together at this semester's ball, so to speak, in sync.

"Yeah, of course.... you're good, right? Sir Crusty."

Raynesia answers with a perfect smile. When Krusty smiles as if he were too, he tells both of them to pull a chair made of graceful curves from his hand. Where did you remember the trick, it was regrettably picturesque.

(... what. Don't you also know proper courtesy...... So you can grab a lady, too.... Phew.)

The two girls recommended cookies as relieved and started talking about no other love. From Lainesia, it is with the knights and princesses who receive the gaze of worship, but for those who do not come courting, it is easier for women to do some things.

I have no empathy for their personal lives at all. Even if they come up with new perfume and dress topics, they can't actually follow.

As for the perfume, I kind of smell it. The incense is too strong.

No, when I say that, I guess I smell better that I can spend three or four days without a bath if I'm left alone, but I want to clean it up as a matter of preference. Of course, in fact, there is no way that you can leave me like that, and every day the samurai throws me in the bath, and even the perfume is sprinkled from my head.

In addition to being uncomfortable, the dress is either overexposed or overdecorated, which I find extremely difficult to spend. Rainesia's favorite is the cotton pyjamas.

The lightweight Nell pyjamas with a good touch are great. The silk ones are also nice to the touch, but I feel somewhat awkward. Those are evil pyjamas.

If you say more, it would be even better if it wasn't from the futon.

"- Well, Princess Rainesia would agree, wouldn't she?

Reynesia smiles back reflexively, "Yeah, really," to Huevel, who laughs adorably by the way.

Huevel and Appletta, with the consent of Rainesia, whisper to each other as they delightfully crease. As for Rainesia, it's a cold sweat inside. I agreed on something, but I didn't hear anything at all about it because of my thoughts (paranoia).

"Lady Rainesia is beautiful, isn't she, Master Crusty?

"Yeah, it's an honor."

To Crusty's answer, the two girl princesses laugh when they dull. The girl, even from Rainesia, is adorable. It's a big difference compared to me.

"But...... Princess Rainesia is a pitiful person. That's what you said to me, a newcomer."

"That's not true. Master Crusty is a Rin Knight."

Unlike Rainesia, whose ballroom debut was delayed because of his grandfather's drowning, these two girls are only 15 or 6. To them, Krusty's age is exactly the knight she yearns for. That's how old I am. I think that's why I was able to come to this table like the other princesses.

(Oh, eh!?

Raynesia panics even as she gives a gentle grin on the surface.

Apparently, the conversation that took place earlier was that the two girl princesses praised Krusty and agreed to it.

(May it be an unobstructed way of praising you!

"The fact that Princess Rainesia is dealing with me in this way is also a consideration that I am unfamiliar with court manipulation so that I do not have to be confused with the countrymen about it. I think it's an honor."

Crusty speaks to the two princesses in such a smooth tone that he can't help but say that the silence earlier was a lie.

(Wah, he's a bad guy! He's such a bad guy!!

"Oh. So, Master Crusty. We'd like to introduce you…"

"No, why don't we and, uh, chatlanga over there?

The two raise their voices like that in surprise.

"No. Princess Huevel, Princess Appletta. Because I am a boneless man who only knows the battlefield. And we're not leaving you until we repay Lady Rainesia for her pity."

Perhaps it's just a hassle to deal with other aristocratic opponents, but Crusty utters those words with a dizzying faithful face. Thank you. The two girl princesses mistook that dialogue as a word with a romantic background and said, "It's a knight's pledge," "It's nice..." etc., but Leinesia had a headache.

"I don't mind. Sir Crusty. Aside from a woman like me, she loves the palace hua. Right?"

Rainesia whispered, staring at Krusty with the most supple eyes she could. The word means, "Isn't it time we found another shelter?".

"No. The tranquillity near the princess seems to comfort the mind that put me in contention. If you don't mind, during the meeting. Please give me a chance to repay you."

This Krusty word says, "Let me use that cat wear instead of a shield during the meeting. They'll hold each other, won't they? be construed as meaning."

When the two princesses, yellow screaming at those two interactions, dispersed, Leinesia, completely exhausted, leaned back on the couch.

In its vicinity, Crusty enjoyed the same serene serenity.

By his side, he only looked like a princess who had been cast into the fervour of the feast and a faithful knight watching over the princess softly.