Log Horizon

Landing came before dawn.

Safaggin's resistance was stronger than expected, and the landing from Okupete took longer. Although Okupete may not function as an experimental vessel, it is still basically a transport vessel.

It is not a military assault landing craft.

It is also true that when a monster freely performs underwater activities, his opponent remains anxious about his ability to control, making it difficult for him to carry out daring operations.

In the middle of the night, however, a small number of air movements by Griffon, summoned by Chantai, also begin to replenish the town side of Choushi. It was only a matter of time before Safaggin was driven from a certain range if the Summoners (Summoners) were aligned on both shores.

"Hey, Shilo-boy, I didn't think you'd come"

It is Marielle who laughs loudly.

When he showed up, and walking from all over the city at the same time as the sun set, Siloe relocated a limited number of personnel to begin building defensive lines in the fields on the north side of the town as well.

Siloe is sponsored by The Horizon of Records.

In other words, he is one of the eleven guild leaders named for the Round Table Conference. However, visibility is considerably lower than that of the title.

Of course, the city of Akiba is a city of freedom. The upside of the establishment of the Roundtable Conference and its internal context are also problematic in the sense of crisis management, so much information flows among the general "adventurers".

In that sense, the name of Siloe was never known, but in the sense of "its facial visibility," it was a reality that it was unknown compared to the guild leaders of major guilds like Crusty and Isaac and Marielle, who had a wide range of friends.

Sure, he's a thick, good young man in love if you talk to him, but I was wondering if it would be a little hard to catch up with him in the beginning... etc. I think Marielle etc.

(She's a good girl!

Marielle concludes that by herself and shakes her neck, "Most [adventurers] are good kids for Marielle," Henrietta would say.

That's why the scenery is not widely known Siloe, but the impact of his arrival was never small. One of them would have said that even if he didn't know his face, the valiant name involved in the establishment of the Round Table Conference would have sounded, and that Marielle and leading members of the Summer Accommodation and Choushi Defense Squad had named him after trusting him deeply.

Moreover, there was also the fact that Shiloe came to the town of Choushi as a staff headquarters for the Expeditionary Army, which this time left the city of Akiba.

Siloe suddenly appeared all over the city, but it gave the tired defensive force the impression that he had led the "Okupete" troops, who appeared almost as much as he did.

Marielle also made the most of the effects.

The defense forces, who were exhausted by Safaggin's material operations, regained their will at last with reports of reinforcements arriving. As spirits and subpoenas summoned from Okupete provide ultra-range support, all the way to new players chase safaggins with triple-sided hexagonal activity.

Safaggin's body, which fell by the water, was exposed to a wave of dry tide or, after a certain amount of time, misty, but the intense fighting lasted until midnight in it.

Night and a half when the battle managed to end with the victory of the Adventurer.

Tired by the heels, the "adventurers" who participated in the summer lodging were crushed in a thoughtful outfit in an open rally halfway between the Zantreef River and the beach.

The city's defenses and watchdogs are being replaced by troops arriving in Ocupete, who still have plenty of strength. Only members of the Summer Accommodation gather in this square to fight through the defense battle from Goblin and the defense battle from Safaggin full-time.

Perhaps if it were meant to be, we should take an attitude that would show a little more, what a thought, even that Marielle stuck around in her cape.

(Ha... I can handle it......)

It is the "March Alliance" with no experience in large-scale combat or offensive combat. Neither has Marielle had the experience to command such a complex front.

It's a perfectly good place to be an amateur. If this defensive operation was a success, Marielle thinks it would only be possible, for one thing, with the high level of motivation of the new adventurers and the support of the veteran players, starting with direct succession.

"Are you all right, Marie?

Voices descend from close quarters without a thought.

That was the person of the moment I was remembering, direct succession.

"Hi-wow!?

Next to the jumping marière, the direct succession lowers its hips. When did you change your clothes, what your direct line is wearing now are loose trousers on a cool tunic shirt for the summer.

"What a voice, Mr. Marier"

"Ugh, isn't that sloppy? No straight line. Why are you dressed!?

"No, because... Heavy armor. Duty's changed this evening, and it's a good one, isn't it, Festival?"

Direct relay lets you swim your gaze at Marielle's pursuit.

If you look around, it looks like all the people who were exhausted are trying to get up and get dressed as if they were all moving cursorily like zombies.

"Ugh, us too"

"Are you all right?

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine."

Marielle lays down her temples. It's a repeated use of magic, heavy as a paralysis in the back of your head.

The Therapeutic Cleric is an expert on healing spells. Aside from the unique healing spells, it has a wide variety of forms of magic and boasts a variation of one missing head even during a healing position if only defensive and healing performance.

During this mass battle, Marielle ran around the battle area as a single-rider leader without daring to throw a party. He carried out a so-called "Tsuji-heel" operation that hung a healing spell from the outside.

I don't think the operation was wrong though, but this headache has resulted. This is Marielle's first experience of emptying her MP more than ten times in a day.

"Why don't you just rest a little longer?

"Ugh."

To be honest, I'm not in the mood to move much as Marielle either.

"You'll have a full bath."

"I have a bath!?

Speaking of baths, it was a state-of-the-art facility that even recently appeared in the city of Akiba. Marielle was surprised that the state-of-the-art facility was in the town of Choushi.

"That's what I have. There was no bath in the city of Akiba because there was no bath in the furniture that the Adventurer could make. To be exact, there was a bath, but it didn't have the ability to make or store hot water with shape-only modeling? We didn't need to take a bath back in Elder Tail. But the Earthlings want to take a bath from the start, and they have a facility for it."

"Oh yeah!?

Marielle holds her head and sticks it up.

Wouldn't there have been baths in the city of Akiba if we had gone to the few "earthlings" houses where we live?

Marielle remembers that in the Guild's kitchen, when she was sneaking hot water in the middle of the night and sweating in a small tarai, Henrietta found her and was about to make a terrible noise. Henrietta was scared then. It's so much more than just remembering your expression.

"But he said it was full. We're pushing the inn and the mayor's house in the bath. By the way, the bath in the inn is for boys, and the mayor's house is for girls."

"Ugh. Ok.... of which it will be cooler soon"

"Heck."

I scratched the agura and sat up straight.

Marielle spreading her cape over the grass.

From above them both, the light of the moon falls white.

Marielle turns her gaze only straight to the cool breeze stroking her cheeks.

The direct successor, looking up at the white moon, was fanning Marielle with the big Southern-style leaves in his hand, like a fan.

(Ah...)

Marielle feels as if the blood, which was on fire and noisy due to the afterheat of the battle, has finally regained only a little calm. Without saying anything, just stay close, because of this hiccup young man, the feeling of being deliberately calm goes away.

"Nah. Nah. Nah. Nah. Nah.

"What the..."

A relaxed direct voice brought Marielle a real sense that the battle was over. I fought. I survived. And I was able to protect this town. While there are Adventurers who have been transferred to Akiba's Grand Temple in the midst of battle by enemy attacks, that is also a small number of people.

"We did good, didn't we?

"Sure, dude. We defended this town."

Marielle realizes that she would be smiling all the time. I'm sure you smile like you're too sweet to watch. But that doesn't bother me either.

Under this moonlight, I wanted to be immersed in the direct care of stroking my cheeks now anyway.

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I heard a bell from somewhere far away.

The area is filled with refreshing aromas and sparkling particulate glow.

Lundelhaus raised his upper body from the marble bedside with elaborate sculptures.

(This is...)

The view outside from the window is the night sky. Time seems to be night.

But from the ornamental plants placed here and there in this stone room, a strange gleaming scaly powder rises, illuminating the room brightly.

(Well, this is... the Great Temple)

Lundelhaus is convinced. I heard rumors, but of course it's the first time I've been inside. Unlike the Adventurers, the Earthlings do not worship the Great Temple in the first place. You may pray in the diocese.

The Grand Temple is one of the special facilities that surround the Adventurer, more like a magical monument than a religious institution. Lundell House has never used such a facility without leaking into the example of the "Earthlings".

(For now...... Good, it's going to work)

I laid my back on the sleeping table and tried to move my body carefully.

Right hand, left hand, both feet, shoulders... There doesn't seem to be a problem anywhere. It feels like fatigue has remained in the core of the bone, but that is probably the after-effect of metastatic resurrection.

I have heard that resurrection by the Great Shrine reduces experience. Lundelhaus opens the status screen and is surprised by the amount of information.

The status screen details for Adventurers are beyond imagination, showing all the modifications to various Talent values and even fine bonuses from equipment, as well as MP and HP bars in 0.1% increments of detail.

Even though I'm getting blinded by that information, if you look in the EXP section, it still seems to be considerably less. I have no choice. It wasn't just a metastatic resurrection, it was a resuscitation magic over and over again. This EXP loss would be a natural price.

Didn't die.

That's all Lundelhaus gets his chest full.

I didn't admire the identity or position of the Adventurer, but I admired his life. The freedom of the Adventurer and the sense of justice that saves all was so dazzling to Lundelhaus, who was given life as a three boy of corrupt nobility, that he was punched in the chest.

Second, with his gaze drawn, Lundelhaus turns the tab on the status screen. What I discovered there was the letter 'Adventurer'.

Name: Lundelhouse-Code

Main Occupation: Mage

Sub Occupation: (Adventurer)

Lundelhaus often stares at the letter.

(Right. I certainly didn't have a suboccupation. By that contract, I took on a new suboccupation. If that's the Adventurer...)

Lundelhaus confirming the competence of suboccupations in advance. There is certainly a line of abilities of the "Adventurers" who are unfamiliar with it, but know it by rumors.

"Ability to Revive upon Return to the Temple," "Talking Ability," "XP Acquisition Correction," "Bank Loan Bank," "Detailed Status," and various other benefits such as Lundelhouse's lack of knowledge of the content are described here as abilities.

(This is a lot.... with all this power)

I don't go back when I'm lost. Lundelhouse's past remains unchanged. But from now on, I will not tremble powerlessly, and I may be able to help the people I just wish for.

And more importantly, you can live in the city of Akiba without hiding who you are. Now I feel closer than anyone, with my friends who have formed a deep friendship in this sleepover. Lundelhaus may be able to create his home again. Wherever you can be yourself.

Lundelhaus recalls.

One "Adventurer" who swallowed up the corrupt nobles.

I wish I could be, and I was the one who cursed that I didn't want to be. If I am allowed to do it again, I will be an adventurer. And measure the value of the miracle you wished for, Lundelhaus swears.

This little basement is the point of its re-departure. The young man with glasses with a serious face is also said to be an "adventurer". A master of their guild, revered by Minori and Toya, friends of Lundelhouse.

(If you're that young man named Siloe, do you know a view I don't know...)

As Lundelhaus immersed himself in the joy of his thoughts and resurrection, high footsteps approached him from afar.

"Rudy."

The stone door between the altars is bounced open, and fifty bells come in. Fifty bells, with an angry, troublesome and complex look, glimpse Lundell House from the door.

"Hey, Miss Fifty Bells.... erm, what's going on?

"Duh, what's going on... then..."

Fifty bells turned against his chest as much as he could as he approached him once.

Because its head is higher than that of Lundelhouse, which sits on a lower sleeping table, even if it looks up in that position, it is difficult to understand the expression. It sounded watery and rinsed up, but the voice of the fifty bells seemed definitely angry.

"What were you going to do if you died of such imposition? Rudy's idiot."

"I'm disrespectful of idiots. Sometimes you risk your life, but there's a path to follow, Miss Fifty Bells. No one can stop me from fighting so that I can't connect the free soul of the Adventurer."

"If I say" Wait, "wait!

"Such an irrational"

"Stay!!

The voice of the fifty bells is high-pressure, and the boulder Lundell House becomes decent.

But when he wondered why there were fifty bells here, he realized.

Fifty Bells is only one companion to Lundelhaus, who perceived him to be a "Landlord". If you think about it later, Minori would have guessed, but only fifty bells asked Lundelhouse himself, pursued it, and cooperated with Lundelhouse's desire to be an "adventurer".

And now that she's here, she says she chased him back after his metastasis to the city of Akiba using the Return Spell.

"I'm sorry, the... I feel like I'm worried."

The moment Lundelhaus said that dialogue, a tearful blow burst into his head as he sat down.

I don't know why he was beaten, but Lundelhaus also drew noble blood and lived until he was this age. I know very well that women in these situations have no choice but to apologize and defeat them.

"Sorry, sorry. Miss Fifty Bells" "Sh, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna do that anymore, so why don't you let me know why?

Every time you speak one word, two to three blows are inflicted. Rudy's head was so beaten that he developed a fever that his consciousness was no longer attempting.

"Okay. Listen carefully to Miss Fifty Bells."

"Really?"

"True. I swear to God."

"We're gonna talk about Rudy's childhood."

"Why not... Huh!? Okay. Speak."

"How many lives wouldn't be enough if you were so unscrupulous?

"Reflect"

"Well, give me your hand"

Huh...?

Lundelhaus looks up to the word, fifty bells.

Of all the angry, blushing, adorable fifty bell expressions, only his eyes were hanging and pointing softly at his hand.

(I don't think so.)

Lundelhaus lays his hands gently over those hands.

Naturally not in this world, it's a trick of the other world. If you try to make it Lundelhouse, it just seems like the knight reversed the trick of escorting a lady to a man and a woman, and that was terribly embarrassing.

Later on, I enraged when I asked fifty bells that the trick was a way for dogs to show loyalty to their husbands, but at that time it might not even be the kind of situation where they would show anger by hanging around their neck muscles.

Apparently, Lundelhaus was carrying a fate that could not be defied by this bluffing girl.

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The first expeditionary army to mention the city of Akiba was later called the Crusader Army of the East and returned amid success. This was also a tease with the "Ghost Festival of Suzachmon" event in West Yamato, which took place during the same period.

To be precise, the Expeditionary Force is not defeating King Goblin. It sealed up its looting army on the Zantreef peninsula and only exterminated it. The operation was completed in about a week after Krusty and other penetrating strike battalions defeated General Goblin (General).

Shiloe and Krusty remained alert to any reinforcements from the Goblins' stronghold, Seven Falls Castle Fortress (Seventh Fall) during that time, but it finally didn't show up.

Thousands of troops are presumably lurking in the Seven Falls Castle Fortress, which continues to be monitored just in case. This is about 1/5 the number of goblin looting troops and not a major threat if we focus on numbers alone.

But talking about force alone in numbers is the idea of force versus force in the original world. In this other world, where an individual's combat ability is widely distributed up and down from one infantry class to the tank equivalent, numbers and soldiers cannot be an absolute assessment of battle power. That can also cloud that this Akiba Expeditionary Army has proven successful.

King Goblin is still alive in the Seven Falls Castle Fortress, and a number of large warcraft are expected to exist. The Goblin Prayer Master (Sherman), who was not part of this looting army, will also be waiting.

You should see that more threats than the number of battles are left in the Seven Falls Castle Fortress.

Most importantly, putting the Seven Falls Castle Fortress behind us is not why it seems difficult to attack. The Roundtable Conference thought that crusading was only a matter of time if you had the strength of the Adventurer, even though some strong enemies remained.

One of the reasons for putting King Goblin's crusade ahead is that the decision that the treaty with the Free Cities Alliance Eastal should be concluded first has worked.

On the other hand, according to D.D.D. 's statement of non-participation in the Seven Falls Castle Fortress strategy. "D.D.D." Representative Krusty is also a representative of the Round Table Conference and is currently the leading city in Akiba.

There was a fear that only the "D.D.D." would stand out here and single-handedly occupy the event, which could lead to the "D.D.D." force rampage. In the first place, one of the aims of the Round Table Conference was to prevent the excessive runoff of major guilds. This proposal from the Crusty side was immediately accepted.

"D.D." is certainly a major combat guild, highly skilled, but not without comparable groups. Especially when it comes to fighting inside a fortress, entry in a 96-member system (Legion Reid) will be difficult and an attack in a 24-member system (Full Reid). In that case, the "number of Alliance members" advantage of "D.D.D." will be lost in relative terms.

Even if "D.D.D." pulled his hand, the battle for King Goblin was possible, and that's why the assessment that "D.D.D." shrugged off was confirmed early in the city of Akiba.

In addition, some of the Round Table meetings had other thoughts.

Bounty money was set at the Roundtable Conference to announce a large number of village tours in the northeastern Yamato region and a crusade quest for remote goblins.

A monster named Goblin, whatever the size of the army like this one, is not as powerful an enemy in terms of platoon level numbers. Even though they were working on the operation, the 30th level is a good example of how the minnows there could have been hostile.

For this reason, these crusade quests are more of a rush or mid-sized "Adventurer" request than a high level "Adventurer," who was very pleased with them and many "Adventurers" flew out of the city of Akiba. They rushed around the forests and mountains of northeastern Yamato, impressing on the "Earthlings" the resurrection of the "Adventurers".

Thus, by cutting the small number of troops outside the castle, the Seven Falls Castle Fortress will increasingly consolidate its defenses and concentrate its forces. If only King Goblin had been defeated beforehand, the Goblins would have lost control.

The fact that the Goblins who have lost their rulers may diffuse and cause sudden noise is the gist of Siloe's persuasion of the Round Table Conference. In other words, this containment was a fabric stone for the upcoming (Seven Falls Castle Fortress) offensive strategy.

As for Shiloe herself, the situation became such that she used it until she used it, but she was told that it was black from around her, and she felt flash. It is Siloe's argument that there is white and black about the military, but the grasp of the person is only slightly off.

I didn't know Shiloe herself, but the appreciation of its black was brought mainly from women belonging to the production guild in the city of Akiba. In this assessment of the Leinesian discourse, Shiloe also uses, in part, the designation "livestock". But it was more of a "retreat" situation than malice or hostility.

In other words, it is an evil proxy image that pushes impossible challenges on a princess who knows nothing.

Without knowing that, Henrietta said to more and more depressed Siroe, "Siroe's blackness has not yet stayed like this!" and may be encouraging. Siloe herself, that was something that made me feel subtle again.

In the grace period thus earned, the Round Table Conference succeeded in reaching the stage of signing a treaty with the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. Three kinds of treaties were signed: the Basic Treaty, the Mutual Trade Pact and the Peace Pact.

A month after the siege in Zantreef.

There was now a festival in My Hama to celebrate the signing of the treaty.

The capital of Mai Hama, its brilliant and beautiful streets are home to many nobles from northeastern Yamato. Once the Lords' Meeting was adjourned, the aristocrats who had returned to their respective territories gathered to the capital of My Hama, almost like a return. Of course, there were 23 missing faces because participation is not obligatory, unlike the Lords' Council, but this is an opportunity to gain the knowledge of the few "adventurers".

Now that the trade pact had been signed, it was a great opportunity for the Lords to sell in the specialties of their territory or enter into priority contracts. Their motivation to lose to other Lords is coupled with festive enthusiasm for a fierce bargaining match.

But that, on the other hand, is the same for the various guilds present in the city of Akiba.

As is evident from the RP.JR (Ray Parker) Alliance's "Spicy Pollack Roe Hot Sandwich," the world is now rolling with the potential to benefit greatly from doing new ideas, starting with the city of Akiba.

That was true for a commercial alliance, but it is exactly the same for a combat alliance, with escorts, collection of rare items, etc.

Anyway, it was the current figure of Yamato that was running out of all supplies and about to turn his eyes.

In the castle town of Mai Hama, all the lodgings are full and many temporary private accommodations are operated. Commercial guilds, small and medium-sized, and smaller guilds that take on escorts, dominate business discussions there. Combining the pedestrians who had rushed from the city of Akiba to earn one on this occasion with all the ingredients, swords, armor, and everything they could sell off anyway, the population of My Hama seemed to swell up twice as much temporarily.

It seems that the Royal Palace is welcoming guests not only in the guest rooms and guestrooms, but also in the Knights Palace. Lords are struggling to negotiate exclusive contracts with major guilds there.

Of course, many of the players in the "Elder Tail" were only far from old when it came to Earth, and there was an advantage to the nobles in the negotiations. However, the nobles are "earthlings" and often cause confusion because they are not able to grasp [the adventurers] 'requests, their machines, etc.

As a result, all negotiations would proceed by hand, and the results seemed less dissatisfactory if we went as far as the "understanding relationship that they were both honest and tenacious" attached to the negotiations of hand exploration.

It was just a festival that crossed the scale of once a year.

The "earthlings" of every cafeteria, grocery store, and restaurant that dealt with the flourishing population worked bright red in their faces, and the adventurers spared no time while sleeping to create items, or make sales, and went around. Everyone could make some money from this celebration, and demand was a noose climb to make a little treat to toast today's money, always looking for better clothes.

In the court, servants, including temporary hires, were busy flying around and following the directives of the family decree to perfectly carry out all preparations, but, naturally, in this noise, there can be no such thing as perfect entertainment, and the serious personnel were about to graduate.

In that sense, however, it is also true that the Adventurer was an easy race to deal with. The majority of Adventurers were the owners of the creed that they would do their own thing, and even the simple fact that they would be served during meals was the majority of things of a reluctant character that would make them uncomfortable.

If all of the Adventurers had said that eating, dressing and bathing could not be done without at least three servants or samurai, the court of Myhama, the greatest giant city of the Free Cities Alliance, would have been completely paralyzed.

But the "Adventurer" was an independent step from the aristocracy and seemed irrelevant from their magnificent lifestyle. If that is the case, then the more satirical nobility, at least during this negotiation, is what goes hand in hand with trying to simplify one's way of life as well.

The luxury lovers and my desperate nobles are now only relatively well informed during this festival, and as a result, the environment of Myhama's palace has managed to be maintained.

And right now, the festival of treaty signing, which involves everything from royalty to the people of the city, to earners, craftsmen and peasants, is about to culminate.

At the heart of My Hama, in the Great Hall of "Ashes Himejo Castle" (Castle Cinderella), a grand ball is about to be held on the rigorous examination of the orchestra.

This large hall was larger than that of the "ancient court of Eternal Ice" and was illuminated by the brilliance of countless candles and the light of summoning techniques. There are more than two hundred participants in the balls held by inviting nobles, the city's founding merchants, and even the Adventurers.

When Sergiad, Duke of Cowen, the host, opened to participants trembling in anticipation, the music welcomed the dancers with a high clarity of sound.

Both the young knights and princesses atrophied in an unusual situation where the "Adventurer" was present, but it was Krusty and Rainesia who advanced in it.

The combination of Krusty, a young hero in the city of Akiva who saved the Alliance of Free Cities from the Goblin threat, and the granddaughter of the Duke of Cowen family in Mayhama, the city that represents the Alliance of Free Cities, caught my ear just that.

On top of that, this expedition also retains anecdotes like the hero Tan that Princess Rainesia rides into the city of Single Akiba to plead, and that her sincerely struck "adventurer" helped her from the heart of the martial arts.

These two combinations, in addition to striking their minds enough episodically, also looked great.

Crusty was a knight enough to be rumored to have broken a one-on-one duel with that Goblin general, but a young man with a quiet, intelligent appearance against his reputation.

Glassed sides are calm and not a single mess. Only the back length was quite high enough for the profession, but I saw no blunt image at all in the term Knight of the Giant Han. Crusty, dressed in sophisticated attire, looks exactly like a white prince.

Speaking of Rainesia, on the other hand, this is one of the most beautiful ladies in the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal. Today she wore a relatively quiet dress. The fabric of the koji is light blue to bright, with fine embroidery made from silver yarn.

The swollen silhouette that completely covered her shoulders was conservative, but her chest and back showed just enough cuts to nail the gaze of the palace to highlight the elegance of her swan-like, laid-back neck muscles.

Two people entering the center of the floor leak a grunt that can be both sighed and admired from all around them. That was certainly a very good looking, painting sight.

"Will my lord not go?

One in a dark upstairs seat overlooking that hall, Siloe, who was dampening her throat with black rose tea, did her gaze next door.

There's an Akatsuki dressed in that poor costume that I saw in the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice", which must have been decorated by Henrietta.

The pearl-colored dress was the same as last time, but today it was paired with a blue-purple shawl on top of it. Dark hair like the silk thread of an acorn shows up in a light-hued overlapping dress.

"I'm a pass this time. Mr. Crusty is the star of the day. Even if I go, I don't really have a place... I'm tired."

When Shiloe says so, Akatsuki approaches silently and sits next to Shiloe.

This terrace (balcony) has a small table and some chairs, and people's signs are faint. Originally, it would be used by the nobles of high rank for breaks and such, but today it is a festival-like ball in which adventurers also participate, so I guess the servants of the court have no hand in turning it this way either.

Looking down from a high position, you can see exactly what's going on in the hall.

An orchestra that focuses on playing in matching costumes. Luxurious merchants and old aristocrats who line up in one corner to show off their well-enjoyed arrangements. "Adventurer" looks stunning somewhere. With a relaxed attitude, "the earth man" has the courage to engage in conversation with knights and merchants.

Crusty and Rainesia, who reached the center of the hall, begin their steps with blooming flowery brilliance, as indeed various human patterns unfold.

……

Akatsuki, eagerly staring back at Shiloe, involves the gaze of both of them. Akatsuki opens his mouth to say something, but pulls his lips again as if he gave up.

The look on the girl's face, as if she was bewildered, makes Siloe feel so sweet.

"Why are you laughing? My Lord."

"I'm not laughing."

"No, I laughed"

If that is not the case, Akatsuki persists in eating the siloe. but he softened his tone and apologized.

"I was of little use. Other than fighting, I think I'm just pulling my master's leg."

"That's not true, Akatsuki."

Shiloe is surprised by Akatsuki's words. During this incident, which spanned a month since he was summoned to the Lords' Conference, Akatsuki had been following Shiloe, shady and sunny, taking on intelligence-gathering and escort duties. Just the two of us could have gone to that Li-Gang study and even touched one end of the mystery in this world.

I'll tell you what, Akatsuki still has a non-floating look.

Shiloe touches Akatsuki's forehead.

(You can't really tell me how grateful you are)

It seems kind of strange, even though it's obvious.

Shiloe was just trying to make her place, trying to protect it. This silent girl has always supported that siloed wish. Siloe, who now realizes it, leans back with little thought.

"Shall we dance?

"Huh?"

Siloe stands up and offers one hand to the little girl looking up from her chair with a startled look. Folding, I began to hear a grand applause and a prelude to the second song from the great hall downstairs.

The brilliant lights of the hall illuminated the foot of this dim upstairs seat, making Akatsuki look like a terribly defenseless and unworthy girl.

"My lord, I am the... dance or something"

"You were practicing, weren't you?

Shiloe pulls that Akatsuki hand and makes him stand up.

It reminds me of Akatsuki, who was training for foot slamming in the courtyard that ancient court night. That complicated, martial arts and other lucky legs were the very steps of the dance that Siloe was taught to Henrietta.

This silent, truly girly fellow of your age was secretly practicing dance in the cool evening air. Over and over again. The movements repeated enough to stain the body remained the character of Akatsuki, who did not know the compromise.

The only person who knows about it is Siroe, even in this world.

"My lord.... don't laugh"

"I'm an amateur over here, too. I'm not laughing."

On a dim, narrow balcony of upstairs seats, the two of us on the Horizon of Records begin to take the following steps to match the circular music that has flown.

It was an awkward dance, shy of each other.

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It is Leinesia and Krusty who drift the same circular song in a glorious glow.

From Rainesia's point of view, Crusty is a giant tiger.

Soaring crusty like a giant wall in front of me, he escorts me in a straightforward and magnificent step that betrays the image of what he sees.

Although the reputation of the court seems to have settled on being a kind, beautiful young man (Leinesia purchased this from a samurai), as a Leinesia who knows what it looks like on the battlefield, I would never be fooled by such a reputation.

(I'm a tiger. This man is a monster tiger.

He's smart for a knight.

There are comments such as…, but that just says that it looks relatively thin in the long run because of its back length. If you try to support the back of your hips and so on near your side like this, you can't help but feel the creature from the thickness of your arms to the thickness of your chest plate, as if you were a different person from yourself - or something.

"What's up? Princess."

"It's nothing. Dear Crusty,"

Rainesia whispers back in a grumpy voice, even as she manages a smiling look from the nobles and adventurers around her.

Krusty's voice is also lurked, and in this large hall filled with orchestras and whispers, the two whispers will not leak around.

Some people may notice that they are dancing whispering something from the movement of their lips, but they should be judged to be friendly content, both because of their expression and because of their situation.

According to the court samurai who is hungry for love rumors (romance), it is also understood as Rainesia that these two conversations will quickly turn into fictional goodwill and information about intimate meetings and encounters will fly. In fact, such stories are popping into her ears as well.

"- I'm angry."

"What's up?

The most frustrating part was Krusty's attitude, which did not deny the rumors made to that effect at all. That would have been denied if it had been denied, and it would have been frustrating at that time, but I also can't bear to be shown some room.

"Nothing."

"You've damaged your life."

You're the one who made me do that to that dialogue. Rainesia to think of, but at the next moment he loses his words by being returned saying, "Well, I did make him do that," etc.

(Totally. Isn't that a tone you don't think is bad... eh)

Rainesia sighs thinking about the future.

Her grandfather was cold only in this case. The Free Cities Alliance Eastal and the Roundtable Conference entered into a treaty on an equal footing with each other. About this, the two are not in a borrowing relationship.

Meanwhile, in the predicament of East Yamato, which was about to be ravaged by goblins, it was the Rainesian individual who asked the "Adventurer" for assistance. While I feel the utmost gratitude and respect for the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal in this action, I do not believe it is owed to the Adventurer.

My grandfather told Rainesia clearly.

(Finally, aren't you asking me to repay the debt to the [Adventurers] by myself...)

At this festival and the festivals that follow, the Adventurer will be treated as a guest, but will not accept payment for war expenses, etc. Raynesia is going to go blue with that.

Akiba's speech said yes, but I thought some funding and gratuities would be better for the Alliance of Free Cities. This does not allow me to pay any tribute to the "Adventurer" who was injured in this expedition.

It was with such remembrance of the words of my grandfather, but the occasions of long training or the Leinesian body still automatically continues to carve out graceful steps.

Step right. Step further to the right.

1/4 turn. Step left. Raise your hands and let them touch each other.

Flute like an unparalleled stream. Put a melting intoxication on the sweet, uncut violin, and Crusty and Rainesia dance.

"Do you not like it so much?

"Not really..."

Such a compromised proposal between my grandfather and the Cowen family was the line of Leinesian ambassadorship. In the original lords' noble culture, ladies are symbolic beings. As long as the appearance is used politically, it is unlikely that he or she will be expected to have political talent or practical ability.

But if you come to your grandfather, "you have overcome the protective enclosure from yourself." Therefore, there is no need for such care. So what was said is the status of Head of Embassy for Exchange to be established in the city of Akiba. In the future, it seems that Rainesia will be able to live back and forth in the separate mansion built in Akiba and the "Grey Princess Castle" (Castle Cinderella) in Mai Hama.

- You're the one who made the debt, so it would be polite for you to stay near your side, touch the fold, and keep your head down, right?

My grandfather Lord Sergiad said so with a stern face, but his eyes were laughing. Such a look is unusual, but I'm sure it feels good about Rainesia, I suppose.

Thinking about it, I felt more than slightly snagged.

"It includes a three-meal nap."

"To?"

"Includes a three-meal nap"

Crusty whines in a disgusting, giving up tone.

"So you're the ambassador of the city of Akiba, right? Of course, the city of Akiba is going to develop from now on, and the Lords will want to have a negotiating base, or a travel agency. I know Mai Hama will put a separate residence in Akiba ahead of that. The effect would be quite good, wouldn't it?

... but well, we are the Adventurers. I am not as interested in aristocratic routines as I am in aristocracy. Tea parties, nightclubs and much less. The princess is coming to such a city, so I think she'll enjoy a life of drawstrings with a three-meal nap. "

Raynesian breasts are filled with hope in Krusty's soothing tone. Perhaps this is a welcome development?

If you think about it, leaving the parent can also mean escaping surveillance eyes. This would also make it possible to implement a plan that has been a dream for many years: "Don't even take a bath and spend three lazy days".

"Well, three days or so would be acceptable."

"Hiwow!?

Once again, to Krusty's remarks I read my mind, Raynesian cheeks are instantly dyed bright red. This unfavourable monster human cannot really be beaten to the end. His gripping hand so strongly against his stomach, he didn't even seem to feel as much as the little bird stopped for Krusty.

The appearance, if observed from the outside, might have seemed like a young knight with a legendary martial name escorting a beautiful princess and a pale heart between them reddishing the cheeks of a sad princess.

But the rumors around us and the reality are, by and large, inconsistent. Assuming, even if it matches, it's a theory of results, and fine details and the like are never understandable to the surroundings.

"Now we can finally get back to our self-depraved lives. Right, Master Crusty?"

"Come on, how about that. The princess is quite a suicide bomber."

The two rumored, as if they weren't interested in what kind of relationship they would have after this, were now just going to keep dancing in the songs of a peaceful prom, antithetically with whispers.