Log Horizon

"Ha... ha..."

A rough breathing tower drinks the water out of the water bottle.

And I saw that on the side, and Serara said, "Are you okay?," he said.

Minori and the others were entering a small basement on the "LaGranda's Company" right-hand route. Scattered on the floor are countless skeleton bones.

We survived the battle in the corridor, processed reinforcements and stood in this hallway.

The colour of the fatigue of the members is dark.

In this other world, health is also much stronger depending on the status. It is proof that Minori, who is only a junior high school girl, is allowed to walk mountains and explore dungeons all day long.

But mental fatigue doesn't.

Prolonged combat cuts back on focus.

The more turbulent the situation becomes, the greater is its mental fatigue. Such a minnoli has had quite a headache since earlier.

(With that said, I hadn't been hydrated in the morning...)

I didn't really feel thirsty, but I would drink a little water from the water bottle. Because if I lose my ability to think because of dehydration, I don't have an ex or a child.

(Situation, bad......)

Minori looks over at the members.

Toya sits back holding the knife. Breathing seems to be getting better and better, but they had a tough fight earlier. There was a moment when blood flowed a lot and HP also decreased to about 30% at max. After numerous bad stats, some phases of recovery could not keep up, and it should have been hard.

Still, it seems to me that Toya's spiritual strength is the reason why he is positioned near the door to be the first target of the monster when it comes to battle.

Serara began to wiggle her bag, even though she was still out of breath. Minori speculates that he is adjusting the position of the potion in his luggage in preparation for the next battle.

It's a strange story to rely on potion for yourself or Serara, who is a recovering position, but "reuse regulation time" also exists, for example, in the spell to lift Bad Status. If you say it in Minori, the Great Congratulations hit it, but the reuse regulations are 20 seconds. In other words, as long as you stick to "The Great Congratulations," you will say that you can only deactivate Bad Status once every twenty seconds.

If everyone at the party is poisoned, we can recover the last one - simply think, 80 seconds later. To get rid of that loss, about my detoxification is in potion. I guess that's what you're thinking.

(Yeah, that's awesome. I'll have it ready next time, too)

Minori writes in her mind's notebook.

But it also showed that Serara, a recovering position at a higher level than herself, did not have effective means for the status quo. Potions, etc., are still nothing but water in a baking stone.

Lundelhaus is now closing his eyes all the time.

There was something in that attitude that occurred to me. You're probably opening the status screen and staring at your MP level.

Minori's MP was also hunted down to about 25% left in the streak from earlier. Now this is the rest time outside of the fight, so the MP recovers at a constant pace. Perhaps if you wait ten minutes, 70% or 80% of the MP will recover and be in a combatable situation.

But Lundelhaus was arrow-handling and early rolling out so much magic that he couldn't compare to Minori. If Minori's status monitoring is correct, Lundelhaus is running out of MP in all fights. For him, this is probably part of his effort to annihilate his enemies, even waiting to recover.

Over the past two days, Minori has heard Lundelhouse leak the whine, "Why..." more than once. Perhaps that's also "why is it so painful" and "why can't you win" and "why am I so weak".

Maybe that's a grunt because you're complacent.

I can see that. Because so is Minori.

("Why"...... I know how that feels, really well. I can't even do what I did when I was on my own. We are limiting each other's power. Something is... so bad)

But if the word comes out, and if it swallows.

I don't think Lundelhouse is just a brain-weather boy. I suppose you are serious about what you call "enemy destruction", which is your responsibility. In fact, he's not compromising on that point.

(Maybe. Mr. Lundelhaus, be Mr. Lundelhaus...... hard to understand, but I'm serious)

Fifty bells remain silent.

As for Minori, I'm a little worried about her. Fifty bells are usually cheerful and a little chatty. Nevertheless, she's sensitive to the atmosphere. I guess we can't even make a scene like this.

(That's... Me too...)

I know something's gone wrong and things are going very badly.

Minori had the consciousness that it would probably be herself who knew best.

This is one of the "crises" that Siloe has repeatedly spoken of.

(But... After all......)

Minori firmly draws her mouth together. Certainly the situation is critical now. I think it fits some of the cases that Siloe was warning about.

"Why are we so bitter?"

Did you get your breath done, Lundelhouse tells you so.

It wasn't loud, but the voice sounded strong in a quiet line.

……

Serara, who bites off her chills and leans down. Fifty bells I still can't get my face up.

"I got to 24 levels. Enemy levels range from 17 to 21. So why are you struggling so much? Isn't this strange?

(That's...)

It's probably because we haven't outgrown ourselves. And I think Minori. Or "divided so they can't produce strength"?

… Of course, there is no reason for the undead to have such intelligence. Unless you're a high-ranking undead, there can't be self-consciousness, tactical intelligence, or anything like that about the skeletons, whisps, or zombies you've ever met.

Minori and the others narrow their own possibilities.

But I can't speak of that.

Because the level of minnoli is 21. Because it's the lowest part of this party, and it's pulling my legs. Also, the highest level is my brother Towya, 29.

If Minori makes a statement, she'll sound like the least powerful girl doing the translation. Also, if Toya opens her mouth, it's inevitable that it sounds like she's covering her sister, Minori.

……

"Do I have to repeat my training..."

Lundelhouse's words echoed as if he didn't believe them himself. And that was true for everyone's ears.

However, no one could speak of it, and the Minoris had no choice but to keep silent.

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There was a cool water noise in the dark courtyard.

In spite of this late night from the fountain attached to the center of the courtyard, the luxurious water is rushing out. Water rushes through beautifully sculpted waterways, and blisters rise every time they fall through calculated steps.

The man who designed the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice" was apparently well prepared for the summer heat. In the first place, this palace, built from 15 m in the air with a permanent ice column, is less humid and has lower temperatures than the ground because of its altitude.

Although it is unclear what technology was used, waterways similar to those found in this courtyard stretch throughout the palace, circulating fresh water from the upper to lower floors according to gravity.

The night air in this palace was pleasant enough to feel limp, not to mention August because of it.

In that cool courtyard, one girl continues her physical archery in silence. It was not an intense movement, but it was a motion that, if you see what you see, discerns the martial arts qualities and efforts at a glance, based on their proficiency and physical cuts.

Long dark hair swings in the wind every time your body moves. The body, wrapped in a plain costume of light shadow color, is small and still scarce for ups and downs, but the delicate curves of girlish paint sufficiently attractive lines.

Asassin, the girl from The Horizon of Records.

(Right feed foot, left slip foot. A beat... Left feed foot, right body cut, half rotation...... One beat)

What the girl was doing was a strange type of audition.

In karate and ancient martial arts, emphasis is also placed on the cooperative operation of the upper body, along with the carriage of the feet. That's the same for almost all martial arts. The girl's movements, however, seemed like something that slowly placed and fastened her arms in front of her chest to focus her legs.

Impressively, it's close to some Chinese boxing routines (and noodles) (a series of dances for practice). The foot carriage, which stretches the knee and ankle without dropping too much center of gravity, is reminiscent of Japanese swordsmanship. It was a strange move.

(Left feed foot, right body cut, half rotation...... Twist your torso, one more turn.... Left Body Trial, Change Body, Right Feed Feet, Two Steps)

Akatsuki is obsessed and repeats the mold.

Repeating the passage of time, a series of movements began to melt and flow through the body as if it were blood, and there was a siloe in the gaze I raised.

"Master!?

"Akatsuki, aren't you going to sleep?

"Yes, since when?"

"Uh, just now"

When Shiloe comes closer with a slightly troubled look, she hands one of the glasses in her hand to Akatsuki. "Just now," etc., is probably a lie. Otherwise I can't explain why I have two glasses.

Since when has it been seen? Thinking about it like that, Akatsuki can't hold back from getting wolfed. But try not to put it on your face. Receive a glass.

"Thank you"

Filled with the received glass was cold tea (garnet tea). Monotonic taste, but delightful for the body after the cooler and exercise the better.

Siloe sits down on a sculpted white-air bench, on the edge of the fountain. Next to it, there is still enough room for the three gentlemen to sit, but some courage is not enough for Akatsuki to sit down.

Akatsuki stands near Shiloe and drinks tea without a seat while standing. Standing nearby, that said, standing in the front is early, so it's an angle shifted by about 60 degrees.

(Sneaking is always having to be)

And so on, Akatsuki thinks, but there was also a reason that if he stood in the front, especially at a time when Shiloe was sitting on the bench, his gaze would fit straight in.

I want to avoid that as Akatsuki.

Just because it's sneaky doesn't mean it's so subordinate, but there were feelings in Akatsuki that made it kind of awkward to face each other from the front against Shiloe, whether it was scary or embarrassing.

……

But Shiloe never seemed to imagine Akatsuki thinking that way. He has a slightly bewildered look that stares at the distance somewhere. The way it looked, it looked kind of terribly grown up.

Shiloe is a young man with a tricky impression because he has a habit of hissing his eyebrows (and staring at them really well) when staring at things. Some people would be deluded in their first impressions because of their adorable round glasses, but few people don't realize the depth of their thoughts and the spread of their imagination if they hang out a little.

That said, there are things only Akatsuki knows about.

Tall Akatsuki, but if we live together like family in a guild together, we can see things differently. That's also true when you're sitting on the bench like you are now.

Siloe's brunette tweezer is a right curl.

Akatsuki wonders if that would be very cute.

At least the one room that stretches from behind its tweezers round like a sleeping habit is very cute looking like the tail of an illustrated rat.

I still have that sleeping habit jumping and feel like I want to touch it with my fingertips. Of course, both Akatsuki and Shiloe are college students in the real world. I will endure the desire because I am not old enough to make any careless contact.

(But your master's tweezers are adorable)

That's how Akatsuki thought.

"What do you think of Akatsuki?

"I wonder what"

"... people in this court, reactions?

Siloe binds words vaguely. I guess we're talking about impressions that we can't specify clearly in person either. Akatsuki reports honestly what he feels about it.

"Intrigued, I guess, I just said. Favor and hostility. Half."

"Right..."

"But I think salvation is harmless even with hostility"

Hostility is hostility. Whether you are an adversary or a potential adversary or rival. Meanwhile, harm is a clearer "will to harm the other".

"Well, don't you feel like you still have a specific plan," said Shiloe, who explained it.

"Is the contents not jealousy or envy, even when called hostility"

"Right...... I don't think so."

Shiloe nodded several times to agree with Akatsuki's words. Shiloe would have observed the area as a shiloe and explored the meaning of its words and gaze. Asked Akatsuki if it was a combination of the answers or a mix of impressions.

Over the past few days, Akatsuki and the others have been the focus of attention wherever they go in the court.

At the first day of the ball, Henrietta and Siloe, who danced, became rumored. The Shiloes changed partners with each other, and five songs danced, and were voiced by many nobles, aristocrats' depths, etc. This is exactly how the Alliance of Free Cities punched into the social world.

At that ball, Siroe, Henrietta and, if you say so, Krusty and Michitaka were actively interacting and selling their faces to the nobles.

Small and adorable Akatsuki initially seemed to be seen with rather strange eyes.

In their common sense, they will say that they are nobles themselves, their families or their followers, more than they have appeared in this great hall. They were incalculable as to whether they should be treated as a family or as squire.

However, as a result of Shiloe dancing with Henrietta and also taking into account the format of the dress that Akatsuki was wearing, it seemed that they decided to treat Akatsuki more as a "member of the noble family" than as a "noble squire".

Many people will speak up if that happens.

Sons of regional lords and knights have greeted Akatsuki one after another. Recommend drinks, invite people to dance, etc. I don't mind that, but obviously I couldn't bear to be treated like a child.

Akatsuki is already an adult.

Why should I be adored with words so that I can speak to elementary school students? The only people in that hall who viewed Akatsuki as an independent personality of equal age were noble daughters and sons, and they were obviously roteens.

Why do I have to be cared for by my kids with my buddy face?

Even if I remember, I seem angry and my stomach burns.

Such a response in the real world was a daily tea meal.

They refuse to enter the tavern. I can stroke my head that it's good for the kids' fee. I can't ride a jet coaster. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of it, so I played a long, oligarchy man character in this [Elder Tail], but that also made me totally uncle in The Catastrophe.

Being treated like a child was out of my mind, and I pulled out a hidden weapon (Kunai), but I restrained myself and ran away. It became troublesome to be more than that, and he dispersed from the hall with "Hidden Art" and "Silent Movement".

Then the days leading up to today are essentially the same method, exploring and walking all over the interior of the court.

Dive into shadows such as bilload curtains with plenty of drapes and sculpted columns to steal and listen to the nobles. Of course, I can't make overt proximity. The sensation of Akatsuki, who excelled as a sneak, grasps that the "earthlings" 'secret detectives are also lurking in this court. Unless this type of covert battle is a nearby preparation, finding it is more advantageous than hiding.

That's just a situation where peers "take a big look at each other unless they screw up". The spirit of "let's not let each other get in the way of each other's work" between spies.

But what the scouts found out was that the nobles were releasing far more secret detectives into the city of Akiba than they expected. He has a great interest in the Akatsukis (Adventurers) and the Roundtable Conference.

Moreover, it was found that the catastrophe was already widely recognized in the society of the "earthlings", and that it was considered to be the first step in a massive transformation that would shake the world.

"I guess hostility is still a war problem."

"It seemed so."

Adventurers have a lot of fighting power. About half of the 15,000 people present in the city of Akiba would be at 90 levels. Even if the average level is estimated to be low and 70, there will be fifteen thousand Seventy Level Adventurers.

Its power far exceeds the hand-held power of almost all lords if it comes to faint ears during reconnaissance.

Of course, they and their lords will not disclose everything without even thinking about their own bills. But one local lord and others said, "There are fifteen Knights of thirty levels in our territory, and then there are the guards. There are about 100 peasant militias...... Other than that, we have to hire mercenaries," he leaked.

"Oh well. I don't think the numbers are so mixed up. If you're a weak lord in the Northeast region, I think that's the thing."

"Really?"

Siloe seemed to have done some prior research around it as well. Affirms what Akatsuki has heard.

"Because of such a force, for example," Brigantia "can't stop the barbarity of a tyrannical" Adventurer "guild. It's the only way."

"Right."

The city of Akiba and the "Roundtable Conference" have so far no will to wage war at all. I would rather have peace in this world, in concert with the (earthlings).

Of course, if, for example, a war with the "earthlings" were necessary to return to the original world, another debate would ensue. But now that we've opened the battlefield with the (Earthlings), there's no benefit at all to the player side.

But it is too dangerous to blindly believe that the same reasoning applies to the "earthlings". First of all, the Akatsukis (Adventurers) and the Earthlings will see the world differently. They earn tax revenues and make their lives through territorial operations. The "Adventurer", an indeterminate element in its activities, would be an eye-catcher.

Also, the biggest is Siloe's warrior problem.

For example, how would it feel to have a man in the same room with a machine gun when he said he was a believable person? Living in that room would be a very stressful life.

In that case, the character and personality of the man with the machine gun won't be much of a problem. No matter how virtuous your personality is, it can't be more understandable than we haven't spent time together before. The mere presence of a man with a machine gun right around the corner is disturbing enough.

"I don't think we're finishing accurately assessing each other's power."

Siroe's words make sense again.

By analogy, what a man living in a room with has is a "kind of horrible weapon". It would mean I don't know if that's a machine gun or a chainsaw. Maybe a weapon like a fruit knife or chopstick that isn't enough to take, but at worst, it could even be a grenade or an anti-tank missile. In that case, every room is dust and wood.

I don't think the aristocrats know whether "if you knock them down by accident, you'll be safe" or "you have to live in such a way that no matter how humiliating you are, you'll never piss them off" because you don't know what weapon they have.

"Do you want to fight a demonstration?

"No, that would be a bad idea. I can't help spreading too much fear. I mean, it's harmful, even if there's about two interests."

"Right..."

Akatsuki's proposal is lightly rejected by Shiloe.

Most of all about this species, Akatsuki is not too depressed. Akatsuki is the man who admitted to being the master, I want Akatsuki winged so high that he can't catch up in the thought battle (field) he specializes in. Akatsuki should support Shiloe with special skills that only Akatsuki can do, and that's satisfying.

(Is that...?

I'm satisfied.

I'm supposed to be satisfied.

I also feel like I've caught something and I feel a little uncomfortable. I don't know the best reason, so I'm slightly uncomfortable ignoring it.

(No problem)

It's time to stay up late.

Any more nights can have a negative impact on a lot of plots and intelligence fights, starting at dawn. There is nothing to say about Akatsuki himself, but Shiloe is in charge of the staff. When Akatsuki tried to recommend him to get some sleep, he felt the magic of slight bumps around him.

I guess the siloe felt almost at the same time.

I get up off the bench to be bounced and a short wand (wand) is held in my hand at some point.

It was one skinny man who appeared before Akatsuki and Shiloe, who stood similarly with a small knife.

A scholarly robe. Amethyst's head ring that got stuck in the forehead. Looks like you lost weight and applied your skin directly over your minimal muscles. That alone would have made an ominous impression, but the man's expression revealed a twisted sense of humor, which seemed somewhat attractive or loving.

The man bows his head one by one with a playful attitude, and he speaks up.

"I see you as Shiloe of the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon). I am Li-Gun of Milal Lake. I'm a magician. See you later. … I would like to exchange words with Master Shiloe tonight."

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"Ghapi!?

Sugar smoke rises in abundance, and a beautifully spinning boy flies through the universe as he twirls. After two or three revolutions in the air, the boy thrust from his head into the sea with momentum.

"Ooh! I'll do it flashy!!

Relaxing in the shadow of a beach parasol, Marielle looks at it and laughs at it.

This is the "Mainion Coast".

It is one of the most beautiful white sand coastlines on the Zantreef Peninsula. By the way, from the school building where Marielle and the others are sleeping, it's extremely convenient to go back and forth in about half an hour by horse.

Marielle removes the ice soda from the cooler box and table beside her and moisturizes her throat. It's just vacation fashion itself, a vibrant bikini that emerged from underneath with the tank top off.

The gear also has no beach parasols, deckchews, leisure seats and gaps.

(Ha wow. This isn't it. This isn't right. Really heaven or wow, we're the best we can take right now. Wow)

Praiseworthy Marielle about smiling, but all this time brings to mind Angel Smile, who just melts down to ten times what he usually does.

I don't have sun oil, but the flesh in this world seems pretty strong. We'll figure it out. I also struggled to get a swimsuit.

In the "Elder Tail" era, clothing was almost synonymous with equipment. In "Elder Tail," which was an RPG with the battle as its main axis, equipment is synonymous with armor and weapons, where underwear is not included.

Of course, if you exclude all the gear from the polygon model, the underwear would appear, but it would most importantly have a strong protective functional (age regulation) connotation of the game, put on to hide the important part from the user's gaze, and you could only see monochromatic underwear with no color or anything.

This underwear is just "visible" on the character screen and doesn't exist. Now, it is not displayed, so if it is naked, it is a naked character screen.

But underwear is important in the alienated Elder Tail. For the Japanese, who have lived a normal civilized social life in the first place, I can't stand no underwear, etc.

I knew it was possible to change clothes (change gear) as long as they were ready, but underwear is something that requires quite advanced sewing techniques. A light was brought to the inhabitants who were about to give up whether it was impossible to produce it.

The "seamstresses" of Akiba's city laid eyes on it.

"Elder Tail", where beautiful graphics were sold, also has many special items for equipment, including appearance changes. "Swimwear" was a form of it, often present as a rare recipe, and special recipes were sometimes presented at events and so forth.

Of course "swimsuit" and "underwear" are different things.

There are differences such as moisture wicking properties and skin unevenness when applied for a long time. But things are said to blink at minor discrepancies. That's why the underwear situation in Akiba's city was alleviated by the brilliant [seamstresses].

Meanwhile, the new item creation method after the establishment of the Roundtable Conference has allowed the "seamstresses" to produce more decent, cotton and silk underwear as well.

Naturally this demand is high, and "underwear" is gradually increasing among the items created by "seamstresses". Again, the common sense cultivated in the old world is strong, even Marielle regularly changed her underwear and I want a few clothes. One of the most lucrative items for the city's "seamstresses" right now is "underwear".

Materials like hocks, laces, and rubber can be obtained by creating and dismantling appropriate "clothing items" from the menu, so ingenuity and sewing politeness around them are the tricks to improving the completeness of the items. Since it is hand sewn, the price will be about a little intermediate magic item. More than 300 pieces of gold coins are strong.

The "swimsuit" is cheaper because it can be mass-produced in a short time if made with recipes implemented from the source. Most of all it is plain that doesn't consume rare items. High-level fashionable items cost a lot, but Marielle also possessed several clothes as a favorite veteran player. This time he flipped through the sleeping crap in the safe to find it.

Marielle's swimsuit was such an aggressive bikini that I would be a little admired if I were on the beach of The Old World. There's no reason why the cloth area is so small, but Marielle's contrarian body line and sharp corner cut lines make it look fancy.

Marielle was also aware of that, hanging a cotton shortcape from her shoulder instead of a hoodie.

(Ma, where there are so many people...... Well, I'll show you. That would be embarrassing...)

Still, Marielle reassures me that if I weave the cape, I'll be fine. In fact, there are some facts that the view of the bikini bottom peeking from the bottom line of the cape is returned and it is poisonous to the eyes, but the person doesn't realize it. Marielle enjoys a smile and vacation on the deck, and it's perfectly peaceful.

"Mr. Marielle, Mr. Marielle!!

The boy who was dancing in the air earlier rushes over.

A boy with a spear-like weapon on both sides would be a Samurai. I'm wearing leather armor in this hot weather, but I let it water me in the sun because I got stuck in the ocean, and it's like a puppy back from a water bath.

"Please treat me."

If you look at it, the boy is bleeding out of his head.

"Yes."

Marielle nodded vigorously, activating the Healing Light spell only by waking her torso. HP quickly recovers when white light, shaped like a six-mounted star born from Marielle's fingertips, is sucked into the boy.

"Holy shit! cured."

The boy happily hands on the wound. The head bleeding seems to be healing completely too. The "Healing Light" spell is a relatively low healing instant spell with short chanting times in Marielle's possession.

It was originally a small healing spell used as a field connection when the regulating time for re-use of large-scale healing spells was not timely, or when "reaction-activated healing" or the like was not timely, but it still seemed to have sufficient ability to restore the entire HP of "samurai" at about 10 levels.

"Thank you!

"Yeah, yeah,"

Marielle chuckles.

"More than that, let's go! Don't catch a bunch of crabs! It's a good idea to attack as much as possible to dive into the side. I was talking to him about my stunt recovery."

"Yes! Okay."

The boy runs away kicking sand well.

At the end of Marielle's view, the red giant, like an apple that has landed off the coast, changes course when she finds it. Put up the spear and keep going. Reduce the distance at once. Crab measures about 1m and would be nearly 2m if you spread your legs out thoughtfully. Exactly "HUGE".

When the boy jumps in thoughtfully, he slaps his eartips on its flank like flipping a crab. Now they're going into a good hold motion.

There were five or six such new players around Marielle. They are the players with the lowest level of adventure in this summer accommodation.

Marielle came to this coast as such a player's draw.

At this time of summer, countless giant crabs, the Ascot Club, land on the "Mainion Coast". Leaving this crab unattended, it will land more and more from the coastline, causing damage to livestock and fields, so it's not too much of a thank you monster for the (Earthlings).

The least threatening is where the monster level went from 4 to 8. There are individual differences, but they are just right for the newbie's training opponent.

If the sun were thus dawning in a day of combat, you would get enough experience to go hand in hand with your ankle training on the beach. If you take too much damage, come to Marielle and get a healing spell.

If the MP runs out, we'll take a break.

As a lodging accommodation, it is said that very dense training can be conducted.

Of course, it's Marielle's vacation campaign.

"Torah!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Down!"

"Stay and go!

Listening to the voice of the prestigious newcomer, Marielle lays down again over the deck charter. The soda from the cold glass gently cools down as the sweat twitches.

It was just heavenly time.

I can't stop my face from smiling on its own.

Many of the new players here want a productive career.

Even though we are already about to enter the third month after the Catastrophe, spoiling such a low level would be evidence of a sense of repentance for combat.

It doesn't matter in itself. The fact exists that players in battle freaks can go earn money because players in production hobbies backup in the city.

However, in this other world, full production jobs are risky. If you don't have combat power at all, you lack too much viability in times of need, and above all, as a producer, a certain level of adventurer is effective. If it is a little material, there are many phases that are quicker to go field picking yourself.

I guess such persuasion has played a role in this before.

Or, although I had felt signs of saying so for a long time, in the producer guild I might have given up without an adequate backup system for combat training. The low-level players gathered on this coast seemed eager to repeat their crab hunting auditions.

If I revealed the seed, there were circumstances where Marielle would be unable to retreat to hang a healing spell with a sunflower-like smile every time she was about to frustrate me. Men's pride is a sad thing.

I just made it a girl, and in that shitty atmosphere, I can't help but think, I have to take a little level too......

Marielle herself was the only one who never dreamed that there was such a reason.

(Everybody's a hard worker...... Wow, nice weather)

It is Marielle who enjoys her vacation with Munyamna.

Mid-level players dispatched from Keel and Westwind Brigades also patrol the beach as mentors and escorts. Marielle's job was as much to wait here as to be in charge (personally, to enjoy the vacation) and to treat the occasional visiting wounded with a healing spell.

Marielle, who gave her spare time, strikes a turnaround that she doesn't know how many times it will be.

The moisture-free air is teasing, quite hot but less uncomfortable.

So it was a coincidence that I admitted to the white-foaming line offshore, which I saw without any care. It was just a whim to invite a little dragon through the vicinity.

"Hey, little dragon. What the hell is that?"

Marielle points to the offshore white line.

"Mmm. What is it?... bubbles? A trail, I guess. Hmm."

But that topic eventually stayed the same.

That white line disappeared a while later, because nothing happened since then. One line continued to hunt crabs until the sun tilted, resulting in large quantities of crab meat and crab meat.

The mysterious white line had completely disappeared from the heads of Marielles, who would return to the abandoned school building in preparation for the production technology training that would take place in the evening.