Log Horizon

"We are approaching from the eastern ridge. Platoon size 1. One more squad in the back forty, two more in the northeast."

Night forest where the moonlight rises the shadows of the trees in pitch black.

From that perimeter, Minori calls down. What she was taking a serious peek at was the binoculars she borrowed from her direct line.

Got it.

"Okay. I'll start chanting."

What Minori and the others were entering was the ridge of the still shallow hilly forest, not so far from the Zantreef Grand River. The time is probably still before midnight. Off the path of rotten soil, which is neither forest nor farm road, Minori and the others wait with their breath lurking in the woods on the hills as much as the gymnasium, where the dust and soil flourished.

Climbing up a solid keyaki-like tree, Minori is sending information on the situation to his friends waiting downstairs to see what's going on on on on all sides. Long Ranged Monitor, a wide-area sentinel by binoculars, that was the role of Minori today.

A pre-awarded "Damage Blocking Spell," Towya relies on a barrier spell with its mirror-like effects to pop out into the dark.

We pulled a goblin unit from the eastern ridge. Quickly out of the darkness, the sound of a sharp bow string sounds, followed by the screaming of the goblins and the sounds that draw the bushes closer.

Towya is trained in all aspects of combat on the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon). As for the less practical flying tools in the dungeons, that is no exception. Originally, "samurai" (samurai) was not less apt for bows. Horse bows and large bows can be equipped. With that big bow, Toya and the others are trying to attract distant goblins to the Minori.

"… approaching. I knew two units would notice."

To the voices calling for Minori's vigilance, each of their allies sets up a weapon and takes a combat stance. Where it is opened, the distance from which the engagement begins is naturally wider. When that happens, dungeons and I change the way we fight. If monsters and Adventurers notice each other's presence at a distance, it is only natural for a shooting battle to occur as a precursor to the White Soldier Battle.

However, ranged warfare had the disadvantage of drawing attention to the surrounding area. The attack by the bow has alerted the goblins and will result in two platoons, perhaps ten or so. The exact number could not be grasped in the dark, but Minori decided so from the sound of shaking sweets and pulling bushes.

"Countdown, please"

Serara's nervous voice hangs.

Minori gazes into the darkness with her binoculars. In the darkness lit by the light of the moon, slight phosphorescence began to emerge. The Moonlight Fairy Shizuku Moonfay Drop is an intermediate level eye dropper that can be created by a dispenser. The price makes it that much, but I just stabbed this in my eyes, and for 24 hours, even in the dark, my eyes become as good as cats'. Prior to this operation, this was also given to me by my direct successor.

"5… 4… 3… 2…"

Minori concentrates her nerves and starts counting down.

When Serara loads the waiting spell onto the rod, it activates it with the signal of zero of the minnoli.

At a point about 30 m away from the minnows, the trees suddenly began to flourish as the weeds twisted themselves.

One of three positions in the recovery class, Forest Curse (Druid).

Each of the three jobs in the recovery system has a characteristic unique recovery spell, but nothing is simply divided by such characteristics. "Forest Curse" is, as its name suggests, the people who use the magic of the forest. The magic they use uses the mystery of nature as its source.

Its characteristics diminish in dungeons and the like, but in such outdoors, nature's hidden magic possesses powers that cannot be ignored. "Forest Curse" is not a magical attack position, so a directly damaging spell is inferior in power, but it can exercise a unique variety of magic.

Serara's chanted spell, Friendly Willow (Willow Spirit) acts on surrounding plants to grow twigs and their leaves. They should wind up in the enemy and stop moving.

"Coming."

Toya throws Zibo in the shade, pulls out the sword and looks forward. The stopping spell pre-installed by Serara should have been activated by Minori taking distance measurements so that it would only entangle the succeeding troops. For example, it would be the role of Towya and Lundelhaus to slap the goblins that stand out ahead.

"It looks good. I'll take care of the opening. Do it right, twat."

Lundelhaus apparently changed his mind a little in his recent collaborative training.

Perhaps even if I left Towya in the lead, I found out that I had a proper turn. There seems to be no rush or rush to choose an attack spell. He is still chanting to the Sword of Towya a grant spell that increases his attack power, the "Isicle Blade" spell.

At the end of Lundelhaus' chant, the sword of Towya gathers a freezing cold air and shines in the darkness.

"That's not what I am (Enchanter). Additional damage occurs only a few times, so I went from start to finish."

Towya snorts at Lundelhouse's words.

(Indeed. We need to get it over with.)

The opponent is a stronger goblin than the Moving Skeleton. Then, if you take the time, there will probably be a second unit that escaped custody. Serara's Stopping Spell acts on a wide range of terrain to obstruct the movement of monsters, but not absolutely.

What's more, there should still be a lot of goblins lurking in the surrounding mountains and woods, not just the next platoon.

"Two hundred for many". That's right, the Tais said, but that's also no longer suspicious. Numerous signs are silly in the shadowy night forest area, and I can't even imagine how many enemies there are in this darkness.

"Rudy is a giant temp, push him by hand. I'll only cover him for thirty seconds..." Maestro Echo!!

Towya and Rudy storm the Goblins with a ready fifty bell cover spell.

A rambling knife and sorcery.

Understanding the instructions of the fifty bells, Lundelhaus throws away the power of a single shot, arrows a light spell and rolls it out early. These lightweight spells have a short chanting time or reuse regulation time instead of less damage. It's a so-called "serial fire works" spell.

Lundell House's continuous magical attack, in which the chant threw away a giant spell of five seconds, was projected once every 1.5 seconds on average. Each and every one of its flames and ice ramblings, the fifty bells go "round and round" with the perfect tremolo method.

Deep red notes for flame landing. A note from the Aoshi Sea for the ice landing.

Fifty Bells himself, the Bard, is considerably less aggressive.

It was the fate of a support job, and I could say it was a trait that I had no choice about.

But that's why what I can do exists. Fifty Bells improvises (copies in addressable form) Lundell House's spell based on information coming from the five senses, slowing it down slightly and "singing" it.

Even the Sorcerer is explosively aggressive. What happens if you double all its magic? Multiple rounds, which lasted only thirty seconds even with a fifty bell throat, instantly annihilated the goblins.

The ensuing Goblin's second wave of attacks hit Towya causing numerous hand injuries, but Minori's "Damage Blocking Spell" nullifies those wounds, and the slipped damage is buried by successive changeable healing spells. The two recovery jobs that switched roles and Lundelhaus, who finished preparing for the major moves, arrived, one row successfully annihilating ten goblins.

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"Sure. I'm tough, I'm tough. I don't think so."

To Toya's words, Serara, who was making allowance, calls out, "It's not a good thing to be caught off guard".

Fifty bells take a sip of tea from the water bottle and then hand it to Lundell House, who is retying the boot string. Upon receiving it, Lundelhouse called it "Forbidden to be cautious, but if you admonish bravery, victory will escape, Miss Serara".

In the middle of each of the four taking a breath, Minori is desperately fighting a folded map. That map was what Shiloe made me hold when this summer sleepover started, "Well, I don't think I need it," he said. It was highly accurate, mainly on the Zantreef peninsula, with depictions of the abandoned capital Eastal and the city of Tukba.

Even though the night's eye is becoming effective, it is difficult to identify the contents of the map in the dark, and the magical lights are invoked in (Bugs Light), hidden in bushes where light is unlikely to leak around.

"Yes...... Yes. It's okay. I'm taking a little break right now. We're heading north northwest, right? Yes....... about 3 km, and. Copy that. Take care, ladies."

Serara's voice would be a pronouncement.

The operation Minori and the others chose was simple and irrelevant.

It is the penetrating blow of a goblin looting squadron in the hill forest area.

If it's impossible to protect a city, you just have to beat it first. Use the forest where the goblins hide themselves in reverse to fight at night. Nothing needs to be annihilated. Unlike Skeleton, goblins are subhuman, albeit evil. A certain blow would bring down the will of war, and some would escape.

It is also much easier to defend a town if the number is reduced by the preceding ambush. It was a barbaric ploy that I could almost only assume had been abandoned, but so far the operation had worked much better than I thought.

What Minori most likely thought about was the outline of the operation, and Chan Tai and his direct line fixed the fine part and would not have gotten this far if he hadn't lent me the item. And those nymphets should also be fighting deep in the forest separately from Minori.

Nyantai, Naotai, Xiaolong, and Rezalik are in a much more intense war zone than the Minori and others. Anyway, they got into almost the middle of the Goblin looting unit all at once.

A high-level penetration strike unit from Nyantada stormed the middle of the Goblins. Repeat annihilation while drawing attention. Two hours have already passed since the battle began, when Minori and the others stood to the south to destroy each of the leaking Goblin troops, the terror-driven troops, and the confused and isolated platoons.

In those two hours, Minori and the others had defeated about twenty goblins, five or six platoon-shaped goblins still good, but scouts goblins acting alone are the other way around. It is often difficult to know what intention it is moving.

When I think about it, this operation will be arbitrary against Marielle, the head of the summer accommodation, but as a Minori, I tried not to think about it in depth. Of course, that can't be done, and when I put in my readings earlier, I got so pissed off, I don't think that's what I can do.

This operation was established by leaving many troops as defensive units in the town of Choushi. The smaller the number of striking units, and the more confusion and damage the striking units inflict on Goblin's looting units, the smaller the battle ratio between the town's defensemen and Goblin's attacking units, and the more chance the Goblins have of giving up.

Marielle wouldn't have been convinced of Minori's words, but she still ended up saying, "You have to be careful, because you're loose, too!" I think he pardoned me (maybe, but I guess so).

"It looks like the enemies near here have been wiped out. I was wondering if we should move."

It is the fifty bells that are turning into minnoli and glancing at the binoculars.

"In the northwest direction.... Ah. Wow, you're traveling discreetly."

Fifty bells, who spoke like they were impressed, continue to report.

Nyantai's impromptu party uses direct (Guardian) and rezalic (Cleric) as vertical axes, and Xiaolong and Nyantai for the offensive team. In other words, it consists of two Swordsmen (Swashbucklers).

The two types of "Burglar Swordsmen" who earn damage at attack speed can carry out a wide range of continuous attacks without making flashy lights or explosions like magician attacks. In the extinction line in the forest ministry, it would show terrible ability.

(Nha... travel 3 km northwest, up the ridge... What I'm aiming for is the shrine ruins in the meantime...... Then we avoid the woodland roads…)

That was a route that would once descend into the valley but could cross sideways to the ridge on the other side.

"What do we do? Minori."

As everyone's gaze concentrated, Minori stood up putting the map together and nodded vigorously.

"Once we get down to the valley, we move from west to northwest. Let's stay alert."

One line started moving according to plan.

Regularly receive communications from Nyatai and even send the contact to Marielle. Is Marielle discussing it with the "earthlings" of the town of Choushi? Have the other members of the Summer Accommodation already returned to the city of Akiba under the Return Spell? No, you should be staying for the town of Choushi for a little while.

Walking in the dark is likely to push an unspeakable sense of anxiety and incarceration into Minori's chest.

We're only talking about being part of a large army of goblins right now. I haven't heard the Minori in detail, but the story leaked from Nita that the Goblins have had a massive outbreak in the north, and even the abandoned capital, Eastal, for that reason, seems to be the beginning of this incident.

In other words, only a fraction of the looting troops that are currently fighting are said to be from the main unit of that goblin. Rather, we can also consider it an irregular force out of control.

When I start thinking about it that way, the voidness also comes up.

Where we defeated this looting unit, everything could be water on the burning stone. Doesn't that just buy you time? The suspicion rises like a black cloud and becomes unstoppable.

"Whoa, whoa. Fighting at night."

Toya walking in front leaks those words in a pompous manner.

"The silver light of my blade stains my eyes. Even if the night's eye works, I'm worried my foot might be taken by the roots and soft dirt and out of balance. It only takes a breath to hear. … the redness of the blood illuminated by the flash remains behind the eyelid (Mabubu) forever. - But I do."

Toya doesn't look back.

Without losing focus, he descends to the bottom of the valley, tearing apart the gap between the trees at the beginning of the line that can't even be considered a beast path.

"But I did my best, it's good.... I'm glad I saved you."

Toya's voice was like a light lit in the dark.

Minori raises her gaze.

I have to protect him, I have to help him. I still see my brother's back somewhere in my mind I thought. What you see there is strength not in Minori. Simple, straightforward, with a speed of reaching just to shake it off, even if there was a stray, will of Towya.

"Yeah. So, that's good."

The first thing I nodded was fifty bells.

(I knew...)

Minori's guess that my paced girlfriend snorts like that is still centered. Fifty bells I hesitated until the battle began. Fifty bells worried about Lundelhouse, because this battle is unbeatable.

Lundelhaus is one of Minori's people.

Minori and the others had to "come here" to keep Lundelhouse's secrets and help his people.

"What are you talking about? Miss Fifty Bells on Towya. That's normal. What kind of adventurer can you leave someone who falls in front of you alone? I'll do what I want, whatever I want. I became an adventurer to be a well-dressed person."

Lundelhaus continues his words as outraged.

Toya answers that forcefully, too.

It's Minori's role to protect everyone like that.

Damage blocking spells are not healing spells.

On the contrary, in Minori's opinion, it is not even magic.

That's an oath to protect your people. If Minori's people are going to be on the battlefield, they will be able (prepared) to replace all the dangers that descend there and protect them without even noticing such aggression.

(I'm still immature... I can't do much...)

But I think.

Though, I think.

I'm not going to say that I fell asleep one day or another. Even tomorrow. Even today, we get that power. There is no time to be afraid of the darkness in front of you.

"Vigilant."

The whispered voice of the fifty bells draws back the thought of Minori.

Fifty bells look at the end of the ridge with a narrowed gaze. There's no light there. The dark forest trees just spread, but the acute sensation of the Bard put something in its pitch-black.

When she leaves a small hand sign, she goes out at the beginning of the line and begins her reconnaissance.

"It's a warcraft... I don't know what kind, but I took them like big dogs, I see goblins"

Fifty bells report in a small voice. The wind across the valley will not let this smell or voice reach the ridge. That's advantageous, but on the contrary, it hurts that they're taking the height against you.

"The number is Goblin 3 on Beast 3"

"Demonic Wolf." - Strong enemy.

Minori shrugs.

I only absorb the basics in my Shiloe class. Diawolf is a type of large, ferocious wolf. But a wolf is not a wild species. Mad by the magic of Mana and the Moon, it's a clean monster whose combat ability is more than double that of a normal wolf.

"What's your weakness?

"It's not much. What seems to work in this situation...... Flash and maybe a roar. But only for the first time."

Minori answers the Lundelhaus question with few words.

One line. But I didn't hesitate. Even if you hesitate, there is no escape.

"I'm coming. Brother Rudy punches the spindle of the attack. Brother Rudy, let's not protect and win. Minori also blocked Brother Rudy's damage. Fifty Bells Sister fits Brother Rudy."

When Towya sums up everyone's opinions, the line goes for the ridge while paying attention to the wind direction.

The moon was in Jomtien, and the long night had just begun.

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That night, "The Ancient Court of Eternal Ice".

The willing meeting, which began in the middle of the night, continued in a gloomy and repressed atmosphere. By those who wished, the participants in the meeting had gathered almost all the Lords and Staff of the Alliance of Free Cities Easter. Since three Orthodox angels and deputy ambassadors are also present from the Round Table Conference, there will be a total of nearly 60 participants in the Grand Chamber.

With all that number in attendance, it's something that's going to have a frivolous atmosphere somewhere, even if it's usually quiet at a meeting, with a stifling, a cough, etc., but only today was there not even a participant who could make one sound, as if he were afraid to pull some trigger.

The agenda is entitled "The security situation in the northern Yamato Islands yesterday".

It was Baron Clendit, lord of Utsurgi Shinto, who convened this meeting, but from anyone's eyes, I could see that he was pushed against this great actor, losing the flow and pressure of the field rather than calling it a baron's own proposal.

The baron is pathetically wolfish to see, and even at the tip of Siloe's stare, he fiddles with his black beard and plumps his sweat.

"Even if"

"Hmm..."

"Phew."

While the meetings circle around what seems to be an agenda, there is no way to show progress at all.

"A large unit of goblins in the northeastern Yamato archipelago launched the Seven Falls Castle Fortress (Seventh Fall) … the… ahhh.... my territory... was being ravaged... yes"

Still, Baron Clendit, who devoured the thrust from around him, in a trembling, cracked voice, as we spoke a few minutes ago, nothing seemingly on the agenda had ever progressed.

(If you try to be Lords, you'll want us to cut off the talk and somehow extract information or concessions. Or maybe he's responsible for not attacking the Seven Falls Castle Fortress, or he wants to use his guilt...)

Observing the multitude of lords in line, Shiloe turns his mind. In the look of the lord, all sorts of things floated and disappeared: fear, giving up, anger, and petition.

The way it is is is far from the word spare. It is Marquis Kiliva, Lord of the city of Tsukuba, who at times turns his resentful gaze of hatred toward the [Round Table Conference], despite his sobering and restless attitude.

(The city of Tukba... alongside Mai Hama, is now closest to Goblin's army. You can call it the front line. On top of that, there is also a shortage of fighting power compared to the largest capital of My Hama in the east, and the walls never seem stubborn.... I hear it's a city of scholars and wizards centered around the Sage's school building.... I guess there are some things inside that I think are pretty good for us)

"Ah. Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's why... At the moment, we don't know about the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. As a matter of urgency, there has been an unprecedented catastrophe: the onslaught of these sub-humans. Regarding this situation…"

The meeting will resume due to the redundant presidency of Baron Clendit, but this time the deliberate private language will not stop. Both the lord and the civilians who refrain behind the hearing are talking to their companions around them with a hissed voice. One voice at a time is so small that the words cannot be heard, but when the whole thing comes together, the noisy atmosphere is undeniable.

Looking to the side, Michitaka was also shrugging her shoulders wide.

This does not exchange the body of the meeting.

But that's why it would be cloudy to think that it would be too concessional to break from this one, given this aftermath of the Round Table Conference.

"If you know anything about the Knights of Izmo, Professor, please."

Siloe's remarks, which he had no choice but to make, had the effect of suddenly showering cold water at a meeting that was about to get noisy. Some lords open their eyes to a true circle, or they open their mouths and stare at Siloe.

(What is this reaction? You think the Earthlings think we're monkeys with no ability to think? I don't have a choice. Until then, we insulted the "Earthlings" as non-player characters. You're welcome.

Still,...... it looks like the Knights of Izmo are definitely in a state where they can't move. Besides, isn't this just a reaction to me saying I can't move in a separate case? Even for deeper reasons?

"Yi - The" Knights of Izmo "is the patron saint of my Yamato. You can't call me into a fight like this. Ask Akiba's" Round Table Meeting "more than that. Because you won't rise to the Yamato crisis? Sir Krusty, the Knights of Hikari are overwhelmed with strength. You don't think Roundtable will be able to send troops to this case?

"I thought it was a meeting to hear the lords' views on that, but it was a meeting to hear the views of our city of Akiba? The decision at the Round Table is to gather further information."

Michitaka answers with her head in a blurry tone.

I don't mind being asked to speak more than attend a meeting, but it's unpleasant to be used for stories that are distracted. That was the attitude.

"I hear the Knights of Akiba are undefeated from east to west."

I don't know the name, but I accompany the words as the skinny aristocrats scream.

"I don't know what rumors you're aware of, but neither our Round Table Conference nor the city of Akiba possesses any standing force or knighthood in the sense the Lords say."

Siloe shrugs her shoulders as she halves open.

Finally, we know that the power of this world, the unit of war, seems to be based on the "Knights", especially in the case of the "Earthlings". The Knights in this case do not mean elite soldiers on horses, but professional military personnel. There seems to be no mistake in understanding "Knights" as "the inherent power that is always ready for battle".

I have rarely heard of "mercenaries" in this world where "adventurers" exist, and the militias armed by the general public can only be seen in the phase where they say rural self-defense, etc. They had the background that the Lords did not feel comfortable with the presence of armed peasants.

"The Knights" is almost the only way the nobles can understand their power.

But that's why Shiloe doesn't feel it, such as the need for the city of Akiba to adapt to its flux.

"Then what the hell is an Adventurer for?"

Michitaka reacts to the words of Marquis Kiliva, who swoops with his blood-running eyes.

"The Adventurer for what?... What does that mean?

"It will be decided. The ability of the Adventurer is a grace given by God. You should have a duty to save the earth!

"That's something I don't remember hearing."

"What are you saying about falling asleep? Immortality, immortality! With such ability, we renounce our obligations to this world. Shame on you. Why are you so arrogant with all your abilities!?

"Don't be ridiculous!

Michitaka's loud voice makes the air vibrate and echo.

- Before this meeting, the Siloes, in gathering and discussing information from noon, gave an in-depth reflection on the stripping of memory. And about the possibility of this expedition.

Sure, the lack of memory is horrible. Losing the memories of the original world means losing your homeland and becoming lost in this other world. But that is why it is obvious that "raw" in this world cannot be avoided.

"Death" no longer even means the end for the Shiloes. I don't know how long it will last... but there is no way so far but to live an unlimited amount of life.

That is why, even if we were able to avoid this outpouring against the Goblin army, any of them would have to be involved in an inevitable battle. The Round Table Meeting was unanimous in that regard. If you have to fight somewhere, you can stand up for this clash with King Goblin, of course, by stepping up your chances. Even decided to be ready to do so, leaving the authority to the three of us as negotiators on the ground.

But being used unilaterally would not be good for the future either. Cheap troop provision will not only leave scratches on the "Roundtable Conference" and the city of Akiba, but also slowly on the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal," Shiloe argued. I don't mind joining forces, but the muscles for this need to go through.

And he confirmed his role in the meeting this evening.

Shiloe draws information in favor of a march from the Round Table Conference.

Michitaka draws concessions while opposing marches from the Round Table Conference.

Crusty makes the final will decision.

So, more than anything, I can cloud that Michitaka objected to Marquis Kiliva's request to march, as the scenario suggests. But Michitaka's one drink was equipped with more than a scenario of soaring anger.

(... of course. There is no risk because it is immortal. Work because there's no risk, what the heck)

It was a paradox that touched the scales for the "adventurer" whose memory stripping was revealed. Michitaka gets angry, too, and I can't help it.

(The weak have it in the strong, arrogant... No, that's not funny. We may also be wearing arrogance without our knowledge...)

"First and foremost, we're not part of the Free Cities Alliance. I haven't gotten that courtesy and all yet. I haven't taken it yet, so I wasn't even called to yesterday's plenary session. Didn't I?"

Michitaka continues her words with her powerful eyes glimmering slightly.

An Akatsuki investigation found that the lords had a secret meeting last night.

Until such time as the contents of the meeting are not known to the spies of the Lords, it is clear from this meeting progression.

"That's good. In fact, we haven't received the medal yet. But every day, nobility alone will hold a plenary session, how about asking our [Round Table Meeting], our city of Akiba, to cooperate unilaterally!? How about that? Baron Clendit."

"Like that. Nothing like that... that, nothing. That's a misunderstanding. Sir Michitaka."

I'm not a lord.

"Well, you said that. … We, the Lords of the Alliance of Free Cities, have... Conspiracy?, and...... We are united in unity with the crowd and are seeking troops in the city of Akiba. There is no such fact..."

On Michitaka's sword screen, poor Baron Clendit clogs his words as he blacks and whites his eyes.

"Hmm. So it was the arbitrariness of the Marquis of Kiliva who asked the city of Akiva to march, which has nothing to do with the totality of the Alliance of Free Cities. Is this what this is about?

Siloe responded to that Baron Clendit's words.

It was the Marquis of Kiliva who lost degrees in those words.

"You're going to tell me that it was a personal gain and that you went about it arbitrarily! Each one. Uncle Kashiwa Zaki! Horse Tyhak! Lake Swa Shore Long!! Why didn't each of you say a word to the Adventurer?

"That's... eh"

"Certainly not general. Not to be general...... but. It is also true that we hear such voices among us and that they are few. Or do you say that the supreme power of the city of Akiba is not good for the scourge of the earth of Yamato?

A fat, middle-aged lord approaches Michitaka with a sticky voice.

"We are not dogs and cats.“ You're gonna die, so come clean the goblins ”? There's no way you can trust the people of Akiba with words like that that drive your countrymen to battlefield!

Shiloe pulls Michitaka's arm on the rise and pulls back into the chair.

In terms of role, I don't mind Michitaka opposing it, but if I let my emotions yell at me like this and my memory stripping info leaks to the (earthlings), it will be a hassle.

(Hmm...... This is troublesome...)

Somewhat unsuccessful, Siroe thinks.

The venue for the meeting was the conflict between Marquis Kiliva and Michitaka, which made it completely rigid. As for Shiloe, I don't think it's okay to go on this expedition or cooperate. No, I believe we will eventually have to cooperate.

One way or another, I was going to spend a little more time exploring that drop, but in the meantime, it's the form of cracks that got into the meeting. If this happens, it's hard to plug in words either.

(Come to think of it, it was a failure to set specific goals while withdrawing concessions or something... For example, funds, economic cooperation, or the signing of treaties. Either way, it was a failure to try with an unset goal)

Conferences frozen with heavy painful air.

When Shiloe manages to throw a stone into the air that does not pinch the words, neither does the old duke Sergiad of boulders, the main door of the kannon opening opens without a foretaste.

One beautiful princess came in with a cool breeze that would have crossed the hallway. It was Rainesia with her silver hair tied up and her pale dawn colored dress put together.

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Rainesia regretted it.

If you say so, you continue to regret it without taking a moment's rest from earlier.

If anyone knew Raynesia as usual, Raynesia regretted it with so much diligence that she burst into tears. At this point, leave aside the fact that regret is an unproductive act, which is not inherently expressed in the adjective "diligence".

I couldn't afford to worry about such detail in Rainesia today.

The Great Hall was vast beyond the imagination of Rainesia.

To tell the truth, Rainesia had heard the end of the matter in the next room.

Of course, Rainesia, the Marquis' maid, doesn't do anything unusual like eavesdropping (we don't have that kind of technology together). It was Elissa who executed it.

Though I tried to intrude into being thrust into the flow of the meeting, my knees are gushing and my heart is bouncing. Rainesia was good at smiling and dancing gracefully in the crowd environment as an aristocratic warrant lady, but it was the first time she had ever been in such a political setting, and she didn't even plan on doing so.

The Alliance of Free Cities Eastal is a force of noble culture. For aristocrats, women, especially unmarried women, are not regarded as one serving. Speeches in such seats have not been allowed in the past, and that will continue to be the case. Rainesia is well served because she was raised as a "sophisticated and modest ideal lady". That's why I was scared of what I was doing.

But something in Raynesian's mind poked and moved her, not allowing her to hide in the shadows of her parents and knights.

While Rainesia spills a sloppy, cold sweat inside, on the surface she steps inside the conference room with graceful footsteps.

"This is..."

"Beautiful as ever..."

"Princess Rainesia, Lord Cowen's grandson."

"It's like a fairy in a moonlit lake"

Many young chess players and staff members as well as lords were pressed into this conference room. On that prom night, at a glance, they became fans of Rainesia, hissing and whispering like that.

Of course, some of them had an inferior gaze of character clouded with desire beyond the opportunity.

Cheeks depicting soft contoured lines in oval shape. Big eyes full of sadness, neat nostrils. And I tie up my silver thread-like hair today, making a good contrast to the dress that showed my clavicle at all costs from the beautiful line of a nod. If we put together limbs with curved beauty that look thin but feminine enough, there will be nothing to dispute that even the Alliance of Free Cities is one of the premier beauty princesses.

And to marry her is also to inherit Cowen, the Duke's family, who boasts the power to contend for twelve, even in Yamato. It was natural to receive greedy courtship as well as a pure glance of admiration and longing.

The meeting room has a large, long table to the east and west, and is designed to go across the center of the room. Baron Clendit sits in the center of the table on the short side at the penetration of the room. It would be serving as a proceeding for the meeting. Next door is her grandfather, Sergiad.

Even from my grandson Rainesia, he was always a tough and horrible grandfather. Though she only wishes today to be missed, she greets her knee-breaking gracefully as she advances to the center of the room, as she walks through the streets. First the front, and east. To the west at the end.

Thoughts have stopped since earlier.

Thoughts are saturated as if they were even cotton on their heads, and they can't think about anything. A self who performs a meeting with elegance like an automatic doll, earned even after a long training. Looking at it like some other HR, "Real Rainesia" shivers wanting to hide in the depths of her mind, wearing a (imaginary) cushion from her head and panicking.

But the moment I corrected my posture and raised my gaze, I had the intended person and my eyes.

The extreme of lawlessness that has kept us face-to-face for less than the past week, as we have every day. Rude big man. Monsters of reading minds. Satanic harasser dressed as a knight of war.

Crusty, the representative of the Round Table Conference.

Crasty, who wrapped his disappointing body in less decorative, pitch-black clothes, even though it was huge from Rainesia, has not broken his usual expression, even in such a fierce meeting.

In other words, it's a mean look with rectangular thin glasses to hide your gaze and a smile on your lips with or without it.

Rainesia stares at that crusty.

Krusty was also staring at Rainesia, but eventually whispered with little lip movement.

"- Are you a good bug today?

It has been decided.

Not good.

I want to go back to my comfortable room immediately. I'm getting used to wearing it and it's getting a little shapeless, but so I want to get dressed in Nell's pyjamas that are so comfortable to take to Rainesia and grab them in bed.

Don't talk to anyone, I want to take a nap to my heart's content. I want to wake up in the first place afterwards, eat lunch without washing my face much, or sleep twice afterwards.

So I stared at Krusty.

I can't afford to float graceful smiles like the usual lady.

Incidentally, I snuggle my back teeth, pull my lips together, and just look at Crusty. Rainesia felt Elissa cared behind her back somewhere, but couldn't even afford to care, and kept staring into Krusty's eyes.

The meeting room starts to blur.

What is this sudden event?

Or the lords who thought it was the bequest of Lord Sergiad, the lead lord, who couldn't stand the silence and began to leak a whine of doubt.

"Rainesi......"

"Dear Crusty,"

Rainesia speaks to Krusty, blocking her grandfather's words without even turning around.

If you don't wish your voice hadn't trembled.

She offered to Crusty, ready to throw everything, even though I had a hunch she might not be able to get it back once it was in her mouth.

(This man is not human. Monster. Because I'm a monster...)

It reminds me of the serene atmosphere of Crusty, even though I tremble inside. his calm air that he had been with for a long time and never tried to make personal contact with himself. his, almost divine insight, which gave me few gentle words.

Yes. His good perception and octagonal beauty.

She and Crusty were accomplices in terms of fixing the surface and making it look like it.

Over the past week, she and he have fooled all of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal as partners. Using a gentle smile and a soft waist, I protected their truth from the whispers of confidentiality.

(Yes...... I guess... I believe in this man's dishonesty. Of the liar, I trust the lie. that you will be on this joke that you will spot me...)

"Yes, Lady Rainesia"

Raynesia leaves a step forward as Krusty humbly silences herself. Across the conference table, that distance is not even 1 m.

"We're going to the city of Akiba. Please make a statement."

Rainesia made it clear.

Quiet in my head, I can even hear the meeting blurring far away.

My heartbeat and the temperature of my hot, flaming earlobes. A slightly narrowed change in Krusty's expression can be seen much better than usual.

"Master Crusty took an oath on the knight's sword. Give me a samurai during the meeting. So I hope. I must now go to the city of Akiba."

"To the city of Akiba. - What?

"I'll recruit a prostitute."

I found the lords breathing in the words of Rainesia. It is the Round Table Conference that governs the city of Akiba. The "Adventurers" of Akiba City are the troops of the Round Table Conference. Troops are knights in this world.

That is to say, to go to a city that is not your own territory, and to encourage its Knights to take part in the battle directly, without permission. From the common sense of the aristocratic community, it was a transcendental act that undermined the authority of the Round Table Conference.

But what does it mean to be accompanied by a representative of Crusty - the Round Table Conference - on that journey of recruiting prostitutes? In this case, Rainesia is only asking Krusty as a knight, Krusty as an individual to escort her.

Rationally, even if Krusty accepted the escort, he would not be responsible for taking the act of transcendence into the Roundtable Conference itself with that obligation.

Worst of all, Rainesia will go up to the headstand as a fan.

More than that, Krusty will never accept that escort, and there is no way Lord Sergiad would allow one granddaughter left now to take such liberty in the first place. There is a complex groan among the nobles, neither discouraged nor convinced nor joyful.

But Rainesia kept staring straight at Krusty.

"I think that's very, very troublesome, though?

"- Yes."

Rainesia lets herself go lightly.

But its insides are not as calm as the side where the participants attending the meeting are feeling elegant and sad. If it's possible, Krusty wants to cry at us.

"Why would you do that?

"... Master Crusty said. The Adventurer said he was free. I am nothing but a foolish woman... Politically oriented, I'm not sure. I don't understand why your grandparents are hiding the Knights of Izmo's disappearance."

Now it is time for the meeting to be wrapped in anger.

It will shake into a voice condemning the shallowness of Rainesia's thoughts, and even become so noisy that the walls vibrate billibly. Elissa took a small dagger from her nostrils to protect the Lord, and the risen lords looked at it and stood even more verbally.

"You've done quite a bit of this."

"When you take responsibility, please apologize with me"

Raynesia answers Krusty with a heartfelt, nasty look.

That was an unworthy expression for "a round of winter roses blooming in Eastal," but few participants, such as myself, noticed a slight change in Raynesian expression in this large conference hall anymore. Lord Sergiad's granddaughter betrayed the Lords' Conference and screamed bullets for leaking confidentiality to the Round Table.

"What are you thinking?

"There's something you don't even know about Master Crusty... Yeah, nothing. I'm not thinking about anything...... But I don't want to be rude to the Cowens."

A magician-style young man next to Krusty at that time struck him with both hands. Its sharp sound echoes a divine rhyme, putting together both the lords and knights in the conference room and falling into gold bondage for just a few moments. Probably a form of psychic witchcraft.

In the silence of the instant visit, Rainesia looked back and raised her voice as she covered Krusty on her back.

"The Adventurer is free. You're a freer person than we are.... We may indeed be weaker than the Adventurers, but there is no good reason to recover from that weakness. We are sweet to our own weakness, and we have no right to use his people like tools.

I am going to go to the city of Akiba and wish directly on the [adventurers] of that city. The Adventurer said he was free, so if there was an Adventurer who would respond, there would be nothing to stop him.

Whether it's ten or fifteen, I'll go find someone who can help me. If you're asking them to do things freely, isn't it natural to thank them? My grandfather taught me that giving thanks is not decorating words. I'm going to go out in person, stand in the street, and plead with every one of the Adventurers. "

Said.

I finally said it.

There is a hand that supports Leinesia's shoulder that is about to collapse in a similarly dizzy spot when blood draws and stands.

"Can I take care of the rest? Mr. Siloe."

"I refuse. Such a waste."

"... then it's Lord Michitaka"

The conversation that is exchanged in the fluff sounds somewhere far away.

The sound of a sharp whistle. A teeming conference room.

Rage at rushing shoe sounds, like asking some questions.

Reynesia, drawn as if to be escorted at a ball, is on the terrace where the night breeze crosses at some point. A confusing conference hall in my turned vision and some knights chasing me out of it. At the head of it is the face of my grandfather, who is harshly admired by her.

"Are you going?

Even though he has an unthinkable confused head, only the words sound like letters of light drawn in a clear night sky, and Rainesia nods clearly. I felt like my grandfather's face was burning, but I guess that's my fault.

It was only for a moment that I was thinking about it.

On a strong upward airflow, she is held up like luggage shortly after shouting at the dreaded winged Warcraft - the Eagle Lion (Griffon), which has been gliding through the balcony rinse.

"Excuse me."

The cool voice belongs to the white warrior Crusty.

With a disappointing arm holding her sideways, Crusty jumps up to Griffon's back with only leg strength.

"You can stick with me."

Griffon, who put the two on board, jumped up to the stars' night under circumstances that would have killed him if he didn't have a cool voice.

To refrain aside is another griffon, with a magician-style youth and a brunette girl on board. It is the Lords' Council of Grandfathers and Nobles that has left me.

Raynesia clings desperately to Krusty's chest, lest she be taken by a loud wind in her ear.

Rainesia's "happiness" began to roll down the unstoppable slopes.