Log Horizon

The Zantreef Peninsula, an abandoned school building that exists around the snug area close to the sea. The school yard was full of adventurers.

I purposefully exchange private words, but the look on his face makes everyone and he nervous. Since it was not a controlled army, there was no superior officer to whisper about the formation or discipline, but everyone had the consciousness that it was a state of emergency.

The Adventurers, no matter who told them, had all finished checking their baggage and checking their gear. Some large barrels are placed near the central tent, but there are some staff who distribute chilled black rose tea to their fellow citizens who have brought cups and jocks.

Probably acting spontaneously. The "Adventurer" who gets the tea returns to his companion and begins to speak in a low voice again.

In the western sky, the sun, which looks bigger than the day, stains red and is about to set. It's dusk.

There was only one large tent left in the center that had a few "adventurers" in and out since earlier.

According to the policy announced out loud earlier, we would move this school building as our home base, at least until the cheap checks were obtained for all participants who participated in this summer training accommodation, but on the contrary, we even hinted at the possibility of large movements as soon as the cheap checks were obtained.

Within that great tent, meetings are held by 90-level pull players, including Chantai and direct line, Marielle and Rezalik.

Until recently, Marielle participated in the Roundtable Conference, although she attended indirect attendance by way of reading. There was no result of the Round Table Meeting, but there was no choice about it. I also know that it is not a matter that can be easily judged.

(Well, we shouldn't be thinking about this)

Marielle breaks it off.

"Oh, my God. Mr. Marier? You better not think too much. You have to leave that to Shiro. You don't even have Mr. Henrietta, do you? I was so worried. He'll come up with a good plan for doing whatever it takes."

"Oh dear. Direct Yan."

Marielle laughs as usual.

I don't even think I can laugh at times like this, but I'm still happy to be in people's hearts. Since I realized that this boy named direct succession - which is also a weird story and should be called a youth because he is only two or there younger than himself - can be given more meticulous attention than I can imagine from my usual nasty words and deeds, I can't help but be happy with that care.

"Ugh! I'm gonna muzzle you! Muggy, do it!

Embrace the panicking straight line as much as you want, in a luminous mix. The blushing and disturbing direct line is cute and funny.

"Hey! Seriously, Mr. Marier. No, no!! Interrupted Festival Avoidance Festival Winning Festival Swimsuit Festival!?

Natha calmly stops Marielle, who can still hold the head of her direct line, with her neck clenched with too much confusion.

"Marielle, eh? Look. You should get dressed. It's dusk.... Kohon. One hoodie on top of the bikini is very irritating."

Marielle jumps out in a hurry, realizing that allegation.

Absolutely. I haven't even noticed the tension before. Isn't it something like half-naked?

(Ugh, no, no, no. What are you dressed like this for? Ugh. They thought I was a retarded woman. Shall I? Henrietta, I'm glad you're not here. Oh, I miss you. Come on, this)

When the chest that was pressing directly on me lights up, and the heat is apparently shameful, I feel the same heat on my cheeks. Marielle rushes into the back of the tent to remove the replacement gear from the Magic Bag. I started wearing tunic shirts and lightweight armor choosing from above this small swimsuit that I would never see because it was beyond the clash.

"Excuse me! Thirty level over squad, call over! They're all here."

I can't see it from Marielle while dressing, but I can hear Nyata receiving a report from the squad leader. Perhaps this concludes the call. With no detached participants, Marielle really feels like her shoulder load has gone down.

The retreat from the coast was quite a fierce battle.

Enemy levels were not so high, but even numbers were high. Long-term warfare requires a different tactic than short-term warfare. Specifically, MP allocation.

Marielle, the "Therapeutic Cleric" (Cleric), needlessly recovers. The depletion of MP for restoration jobs means that the supply of restoration spells against the front line stops. As a life-saving recovery job for everyone at the party, MP management requires careful attention, but in "Elder Tail", where there are only about 30 seconds to a few minutes of battle, such as a dungeon quest to stop at a regular party, it is extremely difficult to acquire the skills to manage a battle that exceeds ten minutes.

Such a prolonged fierce battle is an area that some major guilds can experience only in large-scale combat (Reid).

But I also managed to cut through that retreat.

Of course the injured came out, but I was fortunate enough to recover from all the recovery spell chants I did later. The rookie players also commented that cutting through this retreat gave Xiaolong the feeling and courage to fight, and I guess it wasn't in vain in that sense.

At the time Marielle finishes dressing and brushes lightly on her hair, she hears a twitch from outside the tent. What Marielle saw, invited by the direct line "Mr. Marier" to go out into the purple-colored outdoors, was countless lights of flames smaller than rice grains, shaking in the woods of the Far Hills Mountains.

"… it's time, it's time."

Nyantai groans pompously.

It was an ominous sight that was fantastic and at the same time badly disturbed my chest. Zantreef's Hill Forest sinks into the shadows in backlights against a burning sunset. In the midst of it, like the lights that ants can shine, the tiny flames are moving innumerably.

"From what I've seen, is it a hundred or 150?

Direct line squeaks.

Of course, there's not necessarily one goblin per bottle, but at least that's how many goblins are traveling around the mountains. Marielle understands that they no longer hid themselves and even abandoned them for sneaking around.

The countless flames are silent threats from the Goblins, "I'm going to attack you."

"Bring me a map!

"Oh, wait. I'm putting out the Magic Torch now.

High-level adventurers from Keel and the Westwind Brigade seem to be calculating the position of the Goblin unit on the map. Nantha, caught in the hem of her jacket by an anxious looking serara, looked at the map and the writing, but eventually glanced in the southeastern direction as she raised her face.

While there was still daylight, Nyata was braving an aerial reconnaissance by the Eagle Lion (Griffon). Probably one of the most aware of Goblin trends at present.

The atmosphere in the square is not so disturbing even in front of this creepy sight. Now that we have confirmed the personnel of the participants, if we talk about extremes, we can destroy the camp itself immediately and have a break-up ceremony in the city of Akiba in fifteen minutes. It would be natural not to have the feeling of being cornered by a dead place more than the Return Spell exists.

(Either way, that depends on the discussion with the Round Table Conference. But I'd rather keep a report than confirm personnel. Yes...)

With Marielle thinking that, the slightly more difficult look Nyata came with Serara and Minori. Marielle is surrounded by direct connections and lesalics, and there may be reports of opinions due to the atmosphere around here such as the Summer Accommodation Heads.

"What have you done? What's going on?

Marielle asks.

"Mm-hmm. I got in a little trouble. No, I may not need any trouble at all...... Mmm."

Nyata is unusual, choosing words and saying them all around.

"What's up? You can't hide."

I guess Marielle sensed signs of confusion. The direct line is straightforward and speaks to the same Horizon of Records (Alliance) buddies.

"Apparently, that unit will raid the town of Choushi when it's over. Of course, it's a medium-sized detachment for looting, not the whole army that my boy found. The main force behind the Goblin army is much more north."

"The town of Choushi has no walls."

It was Minori who pinched the words to interrupt.

The middle school daughter, who had her gripping palm waved small and still stood firmly on both legs, continued her words against Marielle.

"If we leave it like this, we won't have the town of Choushi until morning."

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"Is that so much...?

It was Michitaka who asked back for the parrot.

There are five people present in this little meeting room.

Krusty, the "Mad Warrior" who leads "D. D."

Souzillow, Harlem-based guild master of the Westwind Brigade.

Michitaka, general manager of the "AUTO" of IOM.

Henrietta, acting head of the Alliance of the Three Days and Moons.

And the "Glasses" siloe in the "Horizon of Records" (Log Horizon).

After the "Round Table Meeting" held via the reading, it was the "Westwind Brigade" that rushed to the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice" as soon as possible in response to Shiloe's request.

Of course, this "ancient court of Eternal Ice" is in the abandoned capital of Eastal, somewhat southwest.

Goblins will not be attacked for the time being. However, the trend in the Lords' Conference is also opaque, and some developments foreseen by Shiloe may prevent Shiloe, or Krusty, from continuing the meeting.

However, in this current situation of continuing pageant with the Lords' Council, moving large-scale force can also lead to hostility on the part of the nobles. When I thought about it, white feather arrows stood on the Westwind Brigade, a relatively small and high-level group of participating guilds in the Round Table.

The outcome of the reading conference was, in a nutshell, "standby".

It is not possible to draw conclusions at this time. While keeping in touch and gathering information, we can only watch things change in a waiting position. That concludes the big frame.

But that doesn't mean it's good to be unprepared.

One of the three measures proposed by Shiloe to the Round Table Conference was to strengthen the security of the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice". The "Westwind Brigade" should now be building a camp base at a point of ten minutes by horseback ride from the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice". Guildmaster Souzillow, accompanied by only a few sides, would have preceded the court.

The city of Akiba, alongside the city of Shibuya, is the nearest city zone to the "ancient court of Eternal Ice" in the Alliance of Free Cities. If you care about that, you can get there in less than two hours, even on a trip by horseback. It was also possible to arrive in the evening after the morning conversation meeting.

The next nearest would be the capital of My Hama. At a straight distance, there is not even 10 km, but that itinerary will take half a day on horses to bypass the bay, and a day on carriages.

Further afield, the city of Tsukuba has a "palace of Eternal Ice" of about 40 km at a straight distance. If you are an old world automobile, you will be able to arrive in an hour and a little bit, but considering the traffic conditions in this different world wilderness, etc., it takes three days to be gracious on a journey by horses.

Meanwhile, a large group of goblins has been confirmed to exist in a position that blurs the fundamentals of the Zantreef Peninsula.

Shiloe's location on the map, in the old world, was around what was called my grandson or handle. This neighborhood should have served as a bedtown in Tokyo in the old world, but in this other world, the green of Noyama is also deep, undeveloped land.

"We seem to be acting in concert with each other, parting tribes around here. However, that collaboration is not complete. I can feel the King's presence, but the chain of command must be fragmented from tribe to tribe. Widespread and irregular movement. That's where it is."

Siloe comments.

Looking at it on the map, I see its location is no longer about to touch the power range of the abandoned capital, Eastal. When the city of Tukba and the capital of Mai Hama are connected in a straight line, they appear to exist at a central point that inhibits their cooperation.

"In the first place, because of that fragmented movement, I can't grasp the exact number. A number of reports are coming up...... If you believe the latest information from aerial reconnaissance, the number of goblins will be 15,000."

"Fifteen thousand..."

Henrietta was the one who brought me an outrageous voice. Since she is not a member of the Round Table, she is not otherwise entitled to be present. He is acting while Marielle, the guild master, is out for a summer sleepover in Zantreef. That's why I refrained from speaking even in discussions that combined this exchange of information, but the words seemed to have been leaked by accident and so on.

"Number is not that much of a threat"

Souzillow spins his words barely.

"We, the Adventurers, do battle as many enemy monsters as we do in a row. If your opponent is a goblin, you would do about ten straight fights at the middle level, right? This is 1500, and it can be destroyed."

That's the truth, but on the other hand, it's also a bloody Shura kind of statement. This young man, who said such things with a gleeful face, also seemed to inherit the genes of the Tea Party of the Prodigal.

"Well, we could still be good. I guess the Lords' Council won't go either."

Michitaka cuts back to the words of Soujiro. Then Soujiro gave a good laugh and shouted, "If you say so, you did."

"In any case, as concluded at the Reading Conference, the remainder of our [Round Table Meeting] will be entrusted with the task of dealing with this incident to the Mission, beginning with Mr. Crusty"

Basically, although we have decided to keep an eye on the changes, not all responses can be discussed and proceeded with by the meeting in the context of expected contacts from the Lords' Conference. So this was the answer chosen by the "Roundtable Conference" in the city of Akiba.

It is unfavourable to hold back the human authority which is actually facing each other on the ground in a matter of negotiation such as this one. It was the result of trusting the three of them as Plenipotentiaries.

"Well, I was entrusted. I'm not doing anything to disadvantage the city of Akiba."

Michitaka chuckles fatly and contracts Soujiro.

Siloe runs her gaze to Krusty after she sees it.

White's great beauty seemed to think of something without saying a word, staring at the map.

"- Doesn't the" Izmo Knights "work?

It was Siloe who captured precisely the question posed by that crusty. deep to its meaning, is

"I think there's some inconvenience that we don't know about. Like," Suzachmon's Ghost Festival. "

"Suzachmon's Ghost Festival" is also a regular gaming event similar to "King Goblin's Crown". In that event, which happens every three months in the real world, a story unfolds to the effect that the gates of hell are opened and ghosts flood the earth.

The discrepancy with "King Goblin's Crown" was that "The Haunted Festival of Suzachmon" would take place on the stage of "Hayenne's Cursed Capital," compared to "King Goblin's Crown" taking the Northeast region as its main stage.

"Hmm..."

I don't know if Crusty was convinced of that response or not, but he goes back into silence again with his arms around him.

(… other than here, there may be no opportunity for confession)

Of course, I did a lot of calculations and made predictions of future developments. However, the reason why Siloe ultimately made the decision depends on the vague reason that there is only a "hunch".

"One more thing, I'd like to report to you"

"Hmm? I don't know, Lord Shiloe"

"Dear Siroe...?

Waiting for the field's gaze to gather, Siloe opened her mouth.

"It's about 'death' in this other world. If we die, we will be brought back to life in the Great Temple. That's all I thought about. If you pay an EXP penalty, when the flesh is resuscitated. That's what Elder Tail believed in so innocently."

To Siroe's words, Crusty, who was sinking into silent thought, also begins to look up and ear.

"According to the information I got... Of course I haven't checked yet. Though not fully corroborated, 'death' also carries a corresponding risk in this other world. It doesn't mean that some of the items or a small amount of experience will be lost.

"Death" uses our souls to regenerate our bodies. Every time, we seem to lose a few memories. "

Not even a large meeting room for small people. At first glance it looks like a correspondence, the air in that magnificent room pregnancies as if it were so tense as to touch it with a finger.

"I don't know how many memories will be lost. What kind of memory could be lost again...... But the hypothetical theory from my book is that it does."

It seemed as if anyone could react to the words of Siloe.

After a long and long time, it was Krusty who returned the words briefly.

"I understand the commission.... So that seems to be what caused the lack of memory in the original world. I'm getting good at it."

"...... Huh!!

The same gaze is directed at the warrior of the giant body, who has simultaneously calmed down. But Krusty did not break his cool demeanor, even in that gaze, and sat calmly.

"We D.D.D. are a battle guild. In the period before the reconstruction of the city of Akiba, we conducted intense combat training to adapt to this battle of different worlds. I have also been through several 'deaths'. I don't usually care, but the lack does seem to exist. There is no certainty… but it seems that the memory of the original Earth is selectively stripping away"

"Oh, that's..."

"Oh my God, whoa!!

"What part is that exactly? To what extent?

Siroe, who controlled Henrietta and Michitaka, who leaned back from the chair and raised a screaming voice, stares at Krusty and asks him with a strong voice.

"It will be twice since the Catastrophe that I experienced 'death'. Lack of memory is hard to point out. Because if you miss the neighborhood just as much as you can point out, it's hard to recognize it yourself.

But the only thing that can cloud is that memory stripping is still partial to the present day. The name of the elementary school I went to, the face or nickname of a friend in middle school, the pattern on my PC wallpaper, and the lyrics to the music I should have liked. Is that where you can point it out?

I don't see any lack of information on my name, my family, or anyone I was close to at the moment. I don't know if that means important memories are protected or just coincidences.

… it just means that if my case can be applied in any other way, there won't be enough amnesia to feel inconvenient in 'death' twice or so "

But how much Krusty said "no inconvenience," that was a shocking confession.

In a way, it's good to say that Siloe's predictions were met. As I had thought beforehand, memory loss is partial and nothing like losing everything in one death. At the very least, the expectation had been met that he would lack it because of the amount he was unaware of. Moreover, it was expected that there would be some selective criterion for memory loss.

But that's why you can't be shocked by that fact. It's not anything else. It's "The Memory of the Original World." Rather than reason, it had enough impact for the player to plant an instinctive sense of fear.

Losing words. Together, Crusty grins with her lips up.

"I wouldn't be so pessimistic. I wish I hadn't died. That way, no memory will be stripped. And..."

Soudirou comforts against the blue Henrietta on the edge of his sight. Being a harlemmaker, he's bound to get more likeable in scenes like this.

Michitaka seems flattered, "Oh, my God..."

But for Siloe, it was the second half of Krusty's words that would not have gotten into the ears of others, that mattered.

Crusty whispered with determination in a gentle but cloudy voice.

- Besides, if you can't find any significance there, isn't it with you in either world that life is more terrifying than death?

That's what Crusty said.

The words never left Siloe's chest.

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I was in a rush to prepare.

The decision of Marielle, the abandoned school building on the Zantreef Peninsula, the only member of the Round Table Conference on this occasion and the Alliance of the Three Days and Moons, is a move by everyone in the direction of the city of Choushi.

If you're going to make the decision to abandon the city of Choushi, there's no problem. With the Return Spell, you can return to the city of Akiba immediately. But if you're going to make the decision to save the town of Choushi, even if you make that decision, it could be too late.

It was a move to hold judgment until the end of the line.

But there was also a group that was moving regardless of such thoughts.

The towers are a five-man group.

When the trip was completed as soon as possible, one of the summer accommodation participants headed first to Choushi town. The streets seem safe so far, but I can't be alarmed. The towers continue into the sunset countryside in a vigilante line (patrol file) that is slightly wider in spacing than inside the dungeon.

Lundelhouse's invoked magical lights illuminate the surroundings brighter than the sparkles, but still, the darkness of the night in this untapped otherworlds is thicker.

"How about that one?

Whenever Toya sees a cabin along the Great River, he speaks up. One line called out loud in some places or, if necessary, conducted a solo reconnaissance by fifty bells, checking each and every one of its netted cabins.

If, under any circumstances, the "earthlings" were hiding in the cabin, they would easily lose their lives in the raids of the "Aquatic Green Ghost" (Safaggin) and the "Green Kid" (Goblin). The towers, who thought they should only spend this evening in town, were voluntarily checking it out without anyone telling them to.

"Hey, is anybody there?

Towya, who spoke to the cabin. When she waves to fifty bells, she shakes her head in silence. They don't have any sign of people. Then the towers, who will be fine here, will travel further towards the town of Choushi.

Looks like everyone's evacuated.

"Yeah."

Minori responds to the words of the fifty bells.

Thoya hears the voice, wandering around without alarm.

There is no goblin figure on this farm road close to the coastline. But this place, close to the sea, does not know when the safaggin will appear out of its wet darkness.

The members are moving forward in darkness, hand-in-hand monitoring each direction.

- During the evening of the abandoned school building, Toya, who saw countless potatoes in the mountain belly, decided to prepare herself for this to be outrageous. Maybe I'll get caught up in the fight. Nathai, Nathai, Marielle, and the others, lurk their voices and talk. Though there was little fear in its appearance, there was a strong sense of tension.

Looking at the distant hills of the goblin flock with arms, it was my sister Minori who approached me. Minori had the palest complexion that Toya had ever seen.

(Minori's guy, what's going on?

Towya surprised me. I can't believe Minori is so nervous, pulling her lips together and expressing herself, it's not in Toya's memory. Minori asked about the neighborhood and still told Towya without hesitation.

"Let's get ready to leave. I think we should head to the town of Choushi. - I have to talk to Mrs. Chan again and come, so Toya convince me to talk to everyone."

Minori turned her back on Towya with that said.

Toya started walking to invite her companions so that she could feel the pressure of her sister's words. But surprisingly, it took little to convince me. Serara showed the only one who was lost, but accepted the wishes of the Fifty Bells lightly.

Yes, surprisingly, the fifty bells were a terrible ride.

Thoya is amazingly calm on her own, but concentrated on taking matters. There was also a serious plea by Minori, but it is physiological disgusting to leave the people of townships who are incapable of fighting, even though they are "earthlings".

(If we hadn't been here, that town, maybe Goblin would have hit us in no time...)

Thouya himself has never entered the city of Choushi, but he heard a lot about the characteristics of the town from Minori. Therefore, Choushi has the image that it is a peaceful and open town of fishermen. Choushi, at the mouth of the Zantreef Grand River, is not a so-called fortified city. There will be no lords, no vigilantes, but no forces like the Knights of Defense exist. It is a fishing and agricultural town under the influence of two cities, the capital of Maihama and the city of Tukba, which has so far remained relatively peaceful.

Try to remember the terrain nearby. This neighborhood is a rare and flat land on the Zantreef Peninsula. The central hillsides are shredded by the Great River of Zantreef to create a fertile… and sleek plain.

Closer to the chowsi, it is opened and a field of flowers cut into squares like tile craftsmanship. It is a rich and beautiful sight, with wheat, vegetable flowers and some fields.

The land of Zantreef, which is now setting in the darkness at night but is blown by the summer sea breeze, is truly a wonderful place.

Members of the summer accommodation walk long stretches down the farm road leading from the abandoned school building to the town of Choushi. Divide into teams of level divisions, or guilds, and close ones.

It was a trip after sunset, but as a newcomer, I am an adventurer. He created magical lights on each of them and walked without showing any fatigue. Some are on horses, but many of them are on foot because it's dangerous if you can't see underfoot.

When I walked for half an hour? Minori cut out abruptly.

"- You know what? I think we should protect that town."

Minori's feelings were also communicated to Toya.

The thought that I want to protect, that I should protect, is also in Towya.

But there's no reason. Despite the lack of reason, it was a strange thing to feel that way, but the feeling just existed, even in Toya's chest, as he rolled a large stone.

I just can't describe it well because I can't find a reason.

The feeling, or the rest of us, could have been the same. Fifty bells, Lundelhaus, Serara and nothing to say, we are all walking uniformly sinking into thingies.

I have a black, sprouty, disgusting twitch on my chest. The impenetrable sense of obstruction cannot be removed. I resent myself for not having the strength, and even if I raise myself to get out of it, my hands and feet don't go like in a nightmare. Such helplessness seemed to be wrapping the towers.

"That's, uh.... There's no reason I have to help. But yeah......"

Minori also seemed to be in pain looking for words again.

If you give me your gaze, beyond the hem of the mountain, in the woods in the mountains, the lights of the torches like lights on the tip of the needle burn like malice in the darkness.

"But I don't know if I can win..."

The meticulous voice of the Fifty Bells would have been the voice of the hearts of many new players who participated in the summer sleepover.

2/3 of the players on this boarding expedition are rookie players because of the difference in degree. Some people have 20-30 levels, like the towers, but also those below. We need at least twenty levels to fight goblins.

I don't even know the number of people. Chantai called it a "medium sized detachment for looting purposes," and the direct line counted its size as "200 for many," but you won't be able to tell how far you can trust it during this night.

Besides, the town of Choushi is irrelevant to Toya and his adventurers. It's not even a player town. When asked if people usually live close to each other, there are only people who seem to have been able to make contact for the first time since coming to this accommodation.

There are plenty of reasons not to help.

I have no reason to help.

But I want to help, I do.

The noise of the tide repeats itself to the towers who walk silently.

The ocean, as anointed in black, is white only with waveheads that collapse on the beach, reflecting the light of the moon.

The sound kind of took the tower from underfoot and seemed to wash it all the way down to the chest. In the sound of the waves, and the light of the moon, and in the tower that rose in those two, there comes a height that is not even a single twinkle.

"Why, do you need it?

"Huh?"

The proper question belonged to Serara.

"For no reason, can't you help me?

Some pompous, odd silence comes after Towya's words.

"I guess it's good to say I helped you for no reason. 'Cause we're adventurers, right? You're an adventurer, aren't you? If you want to help, help for no reason, don't you?

As I spoke to myself, the ambiguous flickering in the tower took shape. Yes. I wonder what you were worried about, Towya thinks.

Why was I looking for a reason?

Were you going to open it up to someone?

It can't be necessary to help those who want to help in the first place, for reasons or anything.

"Hey, right? Minori too. Everybody. If you want to help, you can help. Because we want to help!

Toya shouts with her chest open.

"Right!

It was Lundelhaus who first responded to the voice that had been taken lightly for some time by Towya's words. He nodded forcefully. Put your hand on Towya's shoulder and say your praise, as you shake off your earlier silence.

"Heh heh. Looks like we both had some kind of disturbance. Yeah, we're adventurers. I don't know what I've become an adventurer for running away here. Isn't that the end of the line?... Goblin, what are you doing!

Lundelhaus gently removes his fifty bell hand like he was worried.

"I'm an adventurer, too. Congratulations on getting back to Akiba without saving the town!

"Hey, wait a minute. Yo. How!? How do you protect the town? There are no walls in that town, and twice as many enemies as there are of us!

Serara pinches her objections, like a scream, to Towya's and Lundelhouse's intentions.

"That's what Minori thinks"

"Huh?"

Minori is circling her eyes like she was caught in Toya's sudden through-pass. Even as a towya, it's painful to waver like this, but if you don't light Minori's feelings, this determination will also be in vain.

"... protect. Wall...... I can't.... number of enemies, impossible"

Minori starts to bump and whine. Toya, who saw that Minori's lips move "If Mr. Shiloe..." feels only slight loneliness and great relief. If Toya's sister thinks this way, she has nothing to worry about.

Three, five steps.

Minori nodded one as the towers watched.

"I came up with it. There's a way."

(I knew Minori had to be)

The responsible sister, from Toya's point of view, also felt in danger that she might be crushed by its weight if slightly. But on the contrary, I think it's also in Minori's own power. Minori, who has participated in the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon), looks like Toya remembers to transform his sense of responsibility into a force to move forward.

I guess that's because of my admiration for siloes. As a warrior, as a man, to Towya, who likewise admires direct succession, the more painful it is to know.

"How?

Serara asked Minori at an approximate rate.

"Let's hear it, Miss Minori"

Lundelhouse and fifty bells with difficult faces also gathered around Minori.

"Protecting the town of Choushi from goblins is not possible with our number of soldiers. If it's just goblins, there's still safaggins. The number over there is more than double ours. We don't even know if we can all take part in the fight. Even if we defend it, if the fields are vandalized, this town will surely suffer enormous damage......

So... I won't protect you. "

Minori's words are resolute, and even his brother Toya loses words to their strength.

Every one of my companions is losing his voice to the heartless words of Minori.

Minori looked around to make sure of everyone's expression like that, but she swings like she was bounced.

"Ah..."

"Mm-hmm. Minori's feeling better, too."

"Whether or not there are any youths who can start their own mischief, they've come to look around!

"I'm an old man."

"Mrs Nyan!

It was Nyata and direct line that was there. Behind it we can distance ourselves and also see Xiaolong and Rezalik. Serara is in one motion, clinging to hang on her thin, tight nyan thick arm.

"Direct Master."

Toya also has a reflexively extended spine. It's not that direct succession is a tough master about courtesy, but I guess it's a matter of consciousness on Toya's side. When you step out in front of the Guardian, your spine and nature grow. Of course, even Toya and I have a conversation about Simonetta that is not usually sloppy.

"Mrs. Nyan..."

Minori with a slightly troubled look on her face, but she doesn't seem to be going to back down. "Please give me permission," he lowers his head as he looks up at the nymph thickness with enough gaze to scowl.

"Oops. It's the man who keeps me quiet here, both Captain Tai and his direct supervisor."

Toya lines up in Minori.

I don't know what Minori said about being so cold, but I'm sure you've come up with something. Minori, who yearned for siloes, so he was trying to learn everything to follow, so he must necessarily have measures to open them in his chest.

If that's the case, Towya can't let Minori stand on the arrow alone.

"Permission and nothing. The Adventurer is free. If you really decide, the Adventurer has the freedom to penetrate the Alliance to take care of them, even if the level of the opponent is higher.

- But Minori. That's a tough one. "

Minori is nodding at the words of Nyatai as if she had understood everything.

"I get it. The night is short. - Even more in summer. That's what the pack says, so let's hurry. Right, Minori?"

Nyata winks cleverly with Serara hanging on her left hand. When Toya and Minori heard about it, they exchanged their gaze and fisted each other.