Log Horizon

I couldn't breathe.

His chest clogged, hardened, and his blood clouded as if the night air had become liquid, ringing in his ears.

"This way, it's fun."

"Is that fun?

I still have the whisper I heard earlier.

Goodwill of a brunette girl desperately trying to delude the lightness. of Siloe, the guild master, a still gentle voice, somewhere bewildered.

Minori went for the kitchen in the face of her knees about to bubble and pour out. On both hands, tampon barley tea. Minori walks unconsciously with a wooden tray she was trying to carry to the terrace, wondering if Siloe would drink. I can't stay in that place. I can't be looking at that sight, I can't.

My head was confused like it made thousands of murmurs play, and I didn't know what it was. It was all I could do, anyway, just after the spot so I could be driven by ethics.

What I felt at the beginning was shock. Next, an overwhelming perplexity. - You don't have a clear question, only the doubts come from the back of your chest. I want to ask. But I don't know who to ask or what to ask.

The feeling of confusion and asking for help spreads across the chest, turning into something heavy and unpleasant as it descends into the lower abdomen.

Minori, almost unconsciously returning to the kitchen, lays her tray on the dining table and lowers her back to the chair. I really didn't know why I was so shocked.

However, I just saw something between Shiloe and Akatsuki from the entrance to the terrace on the third floor, I think. At least, some of Akatsuki's expressions had special feelings for Shiloe.

When he noticed the senior-girl's emotions of admiration, which hardly surface, still more obvious than seeing fire, Minori shrugged herself with shock, as if she had touched the flame unaware.

And I couldn't think of anything, and I fled all the way back to the shelter.

Even as I sit in this way, I can't ask anything, disturbed by the thought that my consciousness is like a sandstorm without a pulse.

Minori fades away and stares at the surface of the table.

My brain is completely bleached and my thoughts are paralyzed.

After a little time, the first thing that came to mind was to say, "Akatsuki is in love with Shiloe".

(That's right. Akatsuki liked Shiloe)

That was a simple fact.

It's clear today. Autumn comes next in the summer.

As lucid and unquestionable as they are, it is a natural fact.

Even though that's terribly simple, if you whine in your heart, that's all that plays back the shock you just felt, and your consciousness is about to be covered in sandstorms. The short fact of just a few words is that they are broken down into phrases, extended, chopped up, messed up, and if you get out of your mind, you're not even going to be able to grasp the meaning in your head.

Minori picked up fragments of thought that had been scattered, twisted together, and took many deep breaths.

Chest to abdominal discomfort no longer seems to be even equipped with a physical entity and breathing is not swallowed well. Even the heartbeat seems to be suppressed, and I can feel my body temperature dropping.

Minori finally got to face it in the midst of her anxiety about not being able to take in as much oxygen as she thought and getting her spine slowly skewered from behind.

(I like Mr. Shiloe, too)

The first thought I learned was not the taste of light lemon.

It smelled dark and bitter from the beginning, like burnt iron.

Minori was facing the "irresistible" in such tremors that the joints in her body were loose and seemed to scatter in a discretionary direction. It wasn't until that night that Toya spent in the intensive care unit that she was so powerless.

I was just sitting there, and something was screaming and I was about to run away, and it was hard to contain myself. As I grew up with my twin Towya and helped my brother, whose legs had become crippled, I thought of myself as a calm and responsible personality.

I didn't know I had such strong feelings.

- I like siloes.

Just thinking so runs the pain of getting your heart gripped with steel claws. I feel so fearless, I don't even know myself. It was a pain of fear for my own thoughts. But it was also true that there was a glimmer of spoilt from somewhere in that pain.

Its sweetness was not a feeling of happiness that it might be tied to a siloe. Either way, it's a temptation that you can't help but be sure of the warmth of the blood flowing, even though you know you have pain if you touch the wound. The invitation to twitch and hurt wounds was decadent, but it was nevertheless the first sweetness of love pain I had ever known.

- I didn't think of a single reason for Minori to be chosen for Siloe, but the reason for not being chosen for Siloe was that it was dozens or hundreds that I could come up with.

So maybe the sweetness was the anesthesia given to Minori.

Age difference. And the difference in talent that comes from age difference. Difference in practical ability. Difference in combat ability. own immaturity. Impudence. Pity. Even the appearance is mediocre itself compared to Akatsuki...... At last, Minori is just a junior high school student, everywhere.

And now I know for the first time, my own ugliness.

When Akatsuki was touching Shiloe, Minori thought.

It's sloppy.

There's no reason for that. It's just my best. If you ask me, it was just a clue. It's obvious. Even Akatsuki has the freedom to like someone.

Anyway, I thought 'sloppy' because Minori, somewhere in her mind, thought Siloe was her own.

Siloe inspired me in the ignorance that was long and painful when I was captured by "Harmeln". And Siloe, who rescued me from the position of captive. As a star to aspire to, Siloe longed to follow. I thought Minori was "her own" somewhere.

(I, Mr. Shiloe, have been here forever... I always thought you were my teacher)

How thoughtful or shallow were you? To its own ugliness, Minori tastes as if her guts were covered in mud. A mucous flame, like the one that lit the coltar, is searing the back of the skin in a dull manner. The pain of wanting to turn around, but there was nothing I could do about it where I screamed.

It was painful. And I hated it.

Minori even remembered her glare at herself for hiding such emotions. Sometimes, I hated myself as much as I wanted to kill myself, thinking as if I had some sort of ownership of it, as if it were my thing against Siloe. More importantly, I left my unconscious pride unaware that I had such a self.

(I can't believe it's sloppy, why me... Soda)

In the darkness, Minori continued to breathe, withstanding the pain of being slowly shrugged and torn apart. The phase remained the same, and the air weighed snugly, no longer bitter as a lump of sand.

No matter how many shallow breaths you repeat, your thoughts are unclear, as if you don't have enough oxygen.

It's been a long time.

Minori spent hours, not knowing how many, facing the pain inside herself, without a single movement.

"Minori?

The kitchen was brightened because Toya with the Fluorescent Lamp (Baglite Lamp) spoke to Minori. Minori, who didn't realize until her twin brother was right around the corner, seemed like some sort of illusion for a moment, staring at Toya with a face she fell in love with.

"What is it, Minori? What a face."

Towya, who took a hand towel out of her luggage, brutally wiped Minori's face. He picked his nose over the towel and made a noise of sluggishness when he was moved left or right, and Minori finally realized he was crying.

"Towya......"

"Whatever."

"Towya."

"Am I?"

Toya sits back in the chair next to Minori. He is Minori's proud brother as usual, unloading his luggage vigorously and loosening his leather armor strap belt as slightly worse as the product. I can tell you're worried about me because of my blurry attitude.

My thoughts that I should have just realized. You know you don't have the right to have that kind of emotion, but no matter how much you make me say it, it's an uncontrollable feeling of jealousy. Even that jealousy just gets a little quieter.

"Towya, you know. Me."

"Yeah."

"I think you like Mr. Siloe."

"Oh, my God."

"Huh?"

"Right, you like it"

Toya said so without even turning around the Minori as she belted together the skin armor she had removed. It was a natural tone, as if talking about the weather.

"Huh? Huh? Why do you say that?

"I can't believe Minori's in love with Dr. Shiloe now."

"Not even now?

Is it now? Perhaps it is now. It was now.... and Minori was depressed by the three-stage variable speed. If you suffer from Towya, this suffering is "now" too. Still, though, with Toya next door, I felt that the bitterness of biting the sand would fade only a little, although I am ashamed to be seen disturbed myself.

"You're in trouble."

"Why?"

Towya, who gazed this way for the first time at Minori's voice, looked more grown-up than usual, illuminated by the light of a white lamp on her cheeks.

"Why did you say that..."

"You're not in any trouble, Minori. You're not in trouble, you're just in pain."

My heart bounced.

The word pierces Minori. I felt like I was being spotted.

Akatsuki's gently stretched fingers are recalled.

At its fingertips touching the forehead of the siloe, as if to shy away from it, but still unable to indulge.

Minori feels jealous of herself.

Even though it's a slightly incorrect thought, I still can't stop myself, only ugliness comes down.

The bitterness, the pain, is indeed painful.

But that's not why I want to throw it out or throw it away. My feelings for siloe, which I first noticed in my suffering, are blooming sweetly in the minnows.

Don't worry about it.

"You don't have a choice, do you?

I don't know what else to do. and Minori thinks.

It was not a search for a reason against me, but a movement of my heart to find something still useful in the bitterness and darkness within me. It was an exhilaration to look for something worthwhile, still not rotten, in the midst of a turbid ugliness.

Minori breathes deeper and clears her ears to distant sounds, as Siloe did and showed her.

(Mr. Siloe......)

I remember Siloe.

Tell me what Siloe was talking about. the eye behind his round glasses.

Careful choice of words to answer the question. Open the map and explain what it looks like.

How to fix the position of the glasses like I'm having a bit of trouble.

Lips pointy as a mean one. Blue side with determination.

Leave it to me, the power of your snorting voice.

Those memories were the only brightly and vividly colored within the sight of Minori's thought, which had become a desolate wilderness with confusion and suffering.

To not lie about its vibrancy. To not betray its vibrancy. I thought I could replace all of the gray noise.

In the kitchen where Minori and Toya spend their time, the twitching as if the city were breathing sounds far and away. After spending a long time illuminated by the swinging lights of the Fluorescent Lamp (Baglite Lamp), Minori nodded small.

"Right. Trouble, no. It just hurts. It's just that. - I haven't lost anything, nothing's wrong, nothing....... yeah. I haven't done anything yet."

The first feeling I knew was not pastel-colored sugar confectionery.

In bitterness and darkness, similar to rough noise, it was equipped with vibrancy that could be cut if touched, like a burning flame or spilled blood. Minori, with her eye-catching contrasting emotions in her chest, nevertheless showed her twin brother with a little laugh. The tears flowing down my cheeks weren't dry, but that's something I couldn't help but do.

Minori thought that she had no choice but to have this suffering. It didn't start, so it didn't end, I gave up.

I can't help but be hard or bitter if I haven't caught up to one thing that I haven't been able to give back to Shiloe.

Minori spent a long night, accompanied by Towya.

Minori herself knew well that it would not be the last night, although it was the first night of working out the Ethereal Blade.

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The rain yesterday must have washed the air.

Akiba's night sky was lit with stars full of blindness.

In the world of Elder Tail, the stars are numerous and more bright than in the old world. I don't know if that's because the air is beautiful or because it's such an art design, but this other night is colored with stars.

On this night of the Libra Festival, the city of Akiba was surrounded by a busy hustle and noise until late.

The city of Akiba is the home town of the "Adventurer" and its functions are extremely sophisticated.

In this case, functions are primarily gates, banks, guild halls, temples, and registered markets. In Elder Tail as a game, Adventurers can do as long as they have these five amenities. And being sophisticated means there's no wasted stuff. This means that it is functional and sophisticated, except for the mandatory five types of equipment, which are not installed.

Prior to the Catastrophe, the city of Akiba had no living facilities.

Of course, liquors and lodgings existed as objects of the city, but it was set up there as a background, so to speak, representing the medieval fantasy world, and it was not a building that would be practical in life, even if players would ever use it as a role-play - that is, a "mess".

But since the Catastrophe, the Adventurers had to make this town their true home. If so, it will take a lot of facilities just to be in the city. The luxury of restaurants was the earliest change, followed by various types of distributors, as well as personal shops and service industries.

Some of them were stores run by Adventurers, but more were stores where Adventurers and Earthlings cooperated, or only Earthlings.

There are several reasons for this, but one of the big ones is the wage gap. Adventurers can earn more rewards in less time than the average "Earthlings". Even the middle-level Adventurers, if they are serious, can crusade through the field monsters and earn more than a month's wages for the (Earthlings) farmers in just one day.

There is not as much disparity in production as in combat capability, but there was nevertheless a historical difference. Technicians who are said to be masters in "The Earthlings" feel like they have a subclass level of around 60 from an "Adventurer" perspective.

Of course, be a "cook" or a "seamstress," and with that level of 20, you can create items of sufficient quality in general life. That level in the "cook" would be a place where freshly baked bread, delicious soup, fried potatoes, and roasted chicken. It can be a comfortable shirt, loose trousers, grass-dyed tunics, or leather chocks.

These "enough items for everyday use" can also be created by the "Earthlings". If so, it was natural flow that the "Adventurer" would move to areas of work that only the "Adventurer" could do, and that the "Earthlings" would receive a relatively large number of common item creation in circulation.

These changes have led to the city of Akiba losing its sophistication as a "game", with a variety of shops and facilities lined up. Naturally, the number of "earthlings" has also doubled, and their population is increasing at an accelerating rate. As a result, more and more shops run by the "earthlings" are also opening.

There was another reason why the [Earthlings] population grew.

The city of Akiba during the "Elder Tail" period was a player town. Playtown from an Adventurer's standpoint only means it's our base camp. Almost every "adventurer" was simply a place to start an adventure, a convenient place to get ready, such recognition. But it meant something else to the Earthlings.

Strong fighting ability and immortality, a completely different life form than ourselves, the Adventurers. The front-line base created by the Adventurer in this world, that's the player town from the Earthlings.

Many of the "earthlings" were grateful and respectful to the "adventurers". The "Adventurer", who often protects us from the wilderness and monsters of this Yamato country, is a dependable being in this world. But on the other hand, he felt great awe at the same time. That is also true for the player towns where their immortal regenerator, the Temple, exists. Or perhaps he feels greater awe, as a forbidden land, than against the [adventurer] individual.

The "earthlings" living in the city of Akiba were special among the "earthlings" who lived in the city of Akiba for generations to come. It was, in a sense, a position close to witches and priests to worship the sneaky gods. Mechanisms such as banks and consignments were maintained by some of these special "earthlings".

However, with the exception of a few special "earthlings" who said so, for many "earthlings" in general, it is a sanctuary of different life forms (adventurers) from the player towns. Even if I felt reluctant to get close, I wouldn't have had a choice.

But those times of awe have passed.

Of course, the Adventurer still has the same powerful combat capabilities. With its terrible power, it has saved the (earthlings) from powerful monsters such as goblins, oaks, or dragons more than once. On the other hand, however, the Adventurer seemed to have been adamant about the transient relationship between "client and solver". This is the first time a formal treaty has been exchanged between the Adventurers and the Earthlings.

The significance of the signing between the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Round Table Meeting is not insignificant. It was received when the Adventurers showed that they faced the Earth as "participants in this world" rather than as "passing goodwill helpers".

One of its symbols was the assignment of Princess Rainesia Akiba.

Not only is Rainesia a representative of the nobles, but he showed them that he lives in the "City of Adventurers" as a representative of the "Earthlings".

With such circumstances, the population of the city of Akiba grew day by day.

The city of Akiba, which was originally home to many ruined buildings, has gradually even changed its streets as it embraced the "earthlings". The debris was cleared and the building, which was likely to haunt, was cleaned.

Most of the Adventurers living in Akiba are Japanese.

For better or worse, some of them say that if they see the "earthlings" busily developing the city, they are free and will go somewhat with them. If we work together, we'll talk to each other, and all of this is something we can break down.

Now in the city of Akiba, the number of "adventurers" who hire "earthlings" was much higher, and the number of "earthlings" who do business with "adventurers" is more than ten times higher.

- This is also one of those (earthlings) run liquor stores called "Linguine".

On the first night of the Libra Festival, I also put in a tavern and cafeteria that I prefer as a bastard.

"This stewed tomato is excellent."

"It's delicious!

Eventually, behind the noisy store, across the table was the opinion number of the "Horizon of Records," or Rate Squad Manager Chan Tai, and the new caregiver of the "Three Moons Alliance," herself a rookie Serara.

The store, which was not large enough, was packing enough customers to overflow. It's October now and the wind was so cold at night that it's hot in the store that it shouldn't have heated up.

Many (earthlings) have visited the city in the past few days, refraining from festivals. Naturally, every accommodation in the city is full, and the zones prepared by the Roundtable Conference are used as temporary accommodation.

Restaurants and restaurants. That's the same, everywhere. These backstreet shops, which pride themselves on their flavors, are overflowing with "adventurers" and "earthlings" who are caught up in the scenery in anticipation of tomorrow when the festival becomes full-blown.

It boasts only a flavour, and the time when the liquor is served goes hand in hand, and the store is full of unproductive noise. It was a somewhat irritating store for the girl, but as for Serara, I was happy to have a late dinner with her favorite Nyata. The fact that it's a small store is also a pleasant and tickling distance for each other's knee kids to bump under the table.

"Mrs. Nyan, are you tired?

That's not true.

That's what Nyata answers, but today it was a great day for the octahedral arms. The March Alliance is set to open several stores at the Fall Festival. The same goes for the reviving "Snack Sales Crescent Moon," in addition to which the sewing department performs demonstration sales, and the blacksmiths sell named weapons.

The Mitsukishi Alliance is a small guild, with only about five people in each division. Nan Tai was among those who cooperated as a helper and instructor in the cooking department.

"You did a good job, didn't you?

"It's done right, Serara."

"Looking forward to tomorrow."

"That's right."

That's how I had a busy day with Chan Tai, and if I thought I'd be selling for a whole day tomorrow at dawn, it was Serara who would be excited and happy.

When the Fifty Bells decided to quit the Middle-Moon Alliance and move to the Horizon of Records, honestly, it wasn't like they didn't shake their minds. From the day I got help with Suskino, Serara loved Nyata. Even Serara thought about moving to Tai's place.

However, as a central caretaker for low- and middle-level members, Serara is responsible for taking care of the newcomers within the "Three Moons Alliance". Unlike the fifty bells we've just pulled up from Harmeln, Serara has friends who rely on Serara.

I'm sorry about that and have apologized to you too much.

Nyata smiled and said, "Serara is a very great child." The grown up and gentleman, Nyata, was always kind, but since then, it's like he's been kinder... and I feel like he's come to speak up to me seriously. So as for Serara, I'm satisfied with this position now.

The seafood soup boiled in tomatoes was light but rich and delicious. The accompanying boiled vegetables and omelettes are also delicious. It was fun to talk about the lack of other love with Chan Tai, and Serara was able to proceed with her meal with happiness.

At that time, a sharp crushing noise sounds and the stirring in the store stops in an instant. Apparently, the clerk dropped the dishes. The store's specialty, tomato sauce, is splashed to paint a bright red flowery geometry on the stone floor.

White magnetic plates are crushed and scattered across the floor, but it can be more than a restaurant. The sound of beatings cut it off again when the blurring came back to such unmistakable trouble.

What I saw when Serara looked back at you with her gaze back on the table was a falling female clerk and a Jen-royal man.

"Don't be ridiculous. What are you gonna do with this stain?"

The man yells at his presence.

Serara quickly checks the status. Probably both "earthlings". The main occupation is not that of the Adventurer. If you're still a young man, you're wearing golden clothes. The aristocratic man blamed the servant's daughter for her misdemeanour in a needy tone and let go that it was not an amount that could be compensated for the servant's daughter's style.

The man seemed to feel better about the atmosphere in the store, which was as quiet as he breathed. It became even more high-pressure and began to denigrate the store. Awful, narrow. Dirty. Noisy, no taste shards. If you ask me if it's a famous store, it falls short of expectations. Looks like all the noise is gone at last.

Serara feels bad. I was enjoying my meal. Even the food is delicious, and although it does sound a little noisy, I don't hate the vibe of saying so. I just need someone who likes the store. I don't look good interrupting someone else's meal. I honestly thought so.

"Are you nuts? This guy."

Someone in the store shrugged.

A man is mistaken. This shop is not a restaurant for the social community, unless it's a man - perhaps even a dedicated big dining room like the aristocracy usually eats. It is a "meshi shop" that serves delicious stewed tomatoes.

There is one more mistake. The surroundings became quieter not because the surroundings feared the authority the man had. I'm completely out of my mind.

"Who!? You fooled me now. Ha!

Three adventurers rise to the man's fierce voice. You felt threatened by it, and the escort-style (Earthlings) warrior who was eating at a different table from the man also raised his back. A tingling atmosphere began to set in the store in the one-touch air.

"Mrs. Nyan"

Serara lowers herself and speaks.

Fear, it's not like that. Even Serara is an "adventurer" full of those Zantreef fights who participated in the Battle of Choushi, which was also said to be the worst. He has battle experience with undead and warcraft. In the sense of combat, we do not enter this level of tension or other training grounds. But the scene where humans bump each other's emotions is apart from the tension of battle that said so. The desire to get along with everyone increases anxiety and aversion.

"Don't worry."

Nyantai stood up and turned around, and at the same time reached out and caught the root of the youth nobility. That's exactly how I did it when I lifted the cat. The young man poked at the void made his eyes black and white and the reaction seemed to blank for a moment.

"Hey, you shouldn't have. This is a fun place for everyone to eat."

"Shut up, you civilian!

"I'm an adventurer."

To Nyantai's reply, the man gets stuck in a response for a moment, and a wolf runs on that look. Yes, this is the city of Akiba. Despite the increase in the number of "earthlings", more than half of the people who cross the city are still "adventurers".

You were losing sight of that fact, the man distorts his expression to embarrassment.

"Then it's even more relevant."

"Hmm."

"This is about us the earthlings." The earthlings "have a difference in identity between themselves. Don't talk to me. Ugh. We're not going to be dealing with Adventurers."

"Heh. You didn't look that way."

He said, "I think he told our favorite store that he could do whatever he wanted."

I guess the three people who stood up in the back of the store were still (adventurers). One of them is putting a recovery spell on the girl in service.

The man's escort frequently licks his lips and peeks restlessly left and right. Looking at the equipment, the difference in strength is obvious. Regardless of the Knights of Izmo, if each lord has a Knights class, they are not the enemies of the High Level (Adventurer). Not to mention the escort put on the prodigal son of the nobility, etc., on a level, and it would only be ten or there.

From Serara's point of view, the man in the escort just seems controllable.

"Young lady, how's it going here..."

"This is the city of Akiba. In the city of Akiba, there is an order to be observed in the city of Akiba. You shouldn't have."

Nyata walks out to the door, blocking the words of the escort. The aristocratic-style young man, who tried to rave out loud, let the skinny and invisible Nyata squirt his mouth as if he had run out of oxygen when he saw him gently dragging himself around with one arm. When the young man dragged his heel to the door, he was lifted up with a thin arm of the nymphomaniac thickness that didn't even look like a powerful wind.

"I don't need the money. I'll keep this place serviced. It's a festival today, so it's good to keep it down and have fun."

Nyata threw the man out of the door like a pussy. Young lady, a man of escort screaming young lady rushes after it.

Just as a man first thrust his supplying daughter, to this extent, the guard mechanism present in the city of Akiba will not react. It was widely known to the city's inhabitants that the surveillance would be an outgoing monkey if it did not take out a knife or cause direct damage.

"Mrs. Nyan"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm going back to dinner."

Serara is relieved by the words of Lady Chan in peace.

Similarly, the atmosphere in the store seems to have relaxed and the noisy air has returned. My paying daughter is bowing her head around to everyone, but don't worry about coming back, it was just a voice saying it's natural. My daughter turns bright red and appreciates it.

"But that's unusual. This."

"It's because more people are coming from the 'earthlings'. Besides, it's a festival, and there are a lot of people who aren't usually familiar with the city."

Nyantai carefully simmered tomatoes on a thousand chopped bread and sipped one mouth.

"The 'earthlings' are like aristocratic societies. Bye. Perhaps the atmosphere in Akiba will be indulgent."

Serara interrupts words when she says she can't believe she's eating. Serara has rarely lived outside the city of Akiba. I was only in the city of Susquino for a short period of time, but that was hard to say I knew the city's atmosphere just because I was hiding. So I didn't know the atmosphere and customs of the city of the "earthlings", but I think it would be sad if the sights like the one I just had were everyday.

But the "earthlings" are one of the stars of this world. They have the right to run their culture and lives freely. Instead, "adventurers" may not have the right to disturb order. That was a word I had heard from Chan Tai and Shiloe. The words, which had never come before pinned, were slightly heavily stained in the chest.

"Well. Our city is our city. Follow the town when you enter it. A delicious meal eats dust. The festival is fun to play with.... When things are about to happen, we should all be careful."

To Nyantai's words, Serara nods with a little relief.

This festival was the first event open to the Cellars and the Adventurers. Maybe more trouble like today. But that's why I'm not turning back. Serara didn't have to tell anyone that it was necessary.

Inside the tavern, the noisy and warm atmosphere was returning again. Earlier a little trouble may have left a sense of suspicion and anxiety in everyone's mind, but there seemed to be no "adventurer" who could snap at that. If you're anxious because of that noise, you can't live in another world.

Akiba's "Adventurer" has been working out in the last five months. So fine. Don't worry, Serara almost smiled at you too much.

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That same night, elsewhere, another pair worked in a self-inflicted momentum.

Beauty leading the "Three Moons Alliance" (?) Combination, Marielle and Henrietta. Preparations for the temporary store and show, which skipped the early instructions of the arrow succession and withheld the opening tomorrow, will proceed.

There are currently 65 Middle-Moon Alliances. The number of people grew in the "Harmeln" case, but on this scale it is still somewhat medium-sized. Naturally, it is not possible to hold large-scale events like the three production guilds.

However, this festival also had the aspect of events proposed by small and medium-sized guilds in the first place. Nothing new idea comes only from a massive guild. Given this otherworldly peculiarity that, unlike the original world, does not require large-scale capital investment, it is obvious that small and medium-sized guilds can fight large-scale guilds as long as they have well-armed craftsmen and ideas and a backup system.

For example, the Ginkgo Workshop, a guild specializing in clothing and clothing, is incredibly popular in terms of its number of people.

It was also true that the advantages of the "size" of the large guilds, which were functioning effectively in the days when "Elder Tail" was a game, were becoming questionable with alienation.

According to this otherworldly rule, only one subclass can be mastered. It's impossible to be a "seamstress" and a "carpenter" at the same time. Beyond that, even a large guild, its interior will be divided into small groups per function. Without an excellent partitioner with transversal contacts, it would be no different than being independent as a single-career guild on a medium or lower scale.

Traditionally, large-scale guild sales, the stockpiling of materials through joint warehouses, etc. have also become less differentiated from small and medium-sized guilds due to the fact that more trading routes have been established with [the earth people] and mechanisms have been put in place to purchase large quantities of items cheaply if they are low-level materials.

Weaknesses unique to large numbers, slow discourse and decision making are also being pointed out, and large guilds are no longer an era where size alone can overwhelm others.

Of course this is an indication if you consider business a war, and most 'adventurers' don't have that idea. In the movement of good economy and festivals in front of us, the one with the desire to experience something new is dominant.

Marielle and Henrietta, too, in such a layer, have only continued to work until such a late hour in order to fully enjoy the cultural festive atmosphere. If the money is 100% out-of-the-box, it's just a game, and that's not true. The only thing that makes money is a large guild, and if a small or medium-sized guild doesn't have a chance at all, it doesn't motivate either.

The current situation in Akiba, where small and medium-sized guilds are likely to have opportunities, was a welcome atmosphere for Marielle and Henrietta.

The time is already around midnight.

My colleagues from the Tri-Smoon Alliance will also be sinking all over the guild hall, with crates piled up on one side of the table in the middle of the room with two people, supposedly about the size of a double bed. Spare intervals in the new guild hall had also created this kind of work space.

Marielle, who was serving a grass-dyed tunic in the crate, gave Henrietta a voice as she spun her shoulders around and took a breath.

"Hey. It's time to end this. Yan?

"Right."

Henrietta confirmed several documents across the table and pasted them in the box when she wrote the numbers on the tag at hand.

"Shall we end this?"

Marielle breathes heavily in the words.

Starting tomorrow, the Libra Festival is also in production.

The two boulevards that cut the city of Akiba into ten letters will open many dewstores according to the quotas drawn by the Liaison Committee. The Mitsukishi Alliance also gained a small but out-of-town location. There, he plans to revive the "Crescent Moon" and resell the legendary Crescent Burger. Of course, the price is much cheaper than it was back then.

"I did the price underfoot."

"It was underfoot."

Tired of boxing work, the two continue their conversation with a relieved look.

The pride of the "Kansai Valve Alliance Master with big breasts and beautiful breasts", Marielle, and Henrietta, the "sister who wants to be scolded for being intelligent with glasses", are no different from the normal woman (Adventurer) who is everywhere in the two studios.

I thought I might sleep like this. Henrietta rocks her partner's shoulder, "Marie, be decent". But Marielle didn't say that she was more disciplined from time to time. Though he snorted, he was weak and weak.

Marielle is going to grow roots there this time, although she has brought her to the couch for now after scolding Marielle like that. I guess the bed would be better if I went to bed, but Henrietta can't help but complain to me that she wants to take a shower.

"If you want to take a shower, you can take a shower."

"I'm gonna take a break. I'm pinching my hit points."

"The HP bar is completely green. If it's more or less a pinch, you can put a heel on yourself, right?

The physical specs of Adventurer are high. Even Henrietta, the Bard, feels some post-exercise heat over ten hours of boxing. Far enough from wearing out to snuggle.

Henrietta thinks that Marielle's is more of a mental drain than fatigue.

"Hey, Hugh."

Sighing deeply at his grumpy best friend, Henrietta sits down next to him.

"What's wrong with you? Marie."

"Nothing."

Henrietta shrugs her shoulders. Marielle's attitude was so cute that she didn't even want to scratch it delicate and savoury, due to the hassle-free scratch.

The reason Marielle is obstinate is somehow imaginable.

It would be about an example I've been making fun of for the past month.

Henrietta runs her cursor to a menu she remembers in the back of her brain.

"- Yes. It's me. Yeah, yeah.... No, for the night, I'm sorry. So, more than ever, yes."

Having established the connection, Henrietta threw her voice into the air. I use the chanting function. Since audio from the subject plays inside the ear, it looks like a scene talking to itself, but the magical contact allows for conversations with acquaintances in remote areas.

Because we know that, is Marielle talking to herself? and there is no sign of much difficulty. Instead, however, the blurred look gradually becomes more serious, starts panicking, and upsets.

"Henrietta? Who? Who are you going to tell?

"Heh heh. Yeah, yeah. That's right, already. I can't even look at you because you're coming. Oh, I'm so stubborn. Marie is."

"Who!? Who are you talking to? Whoa!?

"I'm reading. Will you be quiet? Marie."

"You're talking about us and you're ignoring nothing!

Marielle starts to shake Henrietta's shoulder, continuing to laugh. But around here, Henrietta has been used to dating for a long time. Tickling the back side of Marielle's ear with white fingers ruthlessly pulls and holds her against the couch.

"Yeah, yes. Lots of luggage. If you could help me, Marie would be delighted."

In total disregard of Marielle, who softens her body with the word "direct", Henrietta slowly moves on to her reading.

"Please. Yes. Yes...... Later, then."

What Henrietta saw turning around with a sunny smile was a fuzzy but wolfish Marielle.

"Why is Henrietta bullying us?"

"Didn't you abuse him? That was Marie's misunderstanding."

Marielle said something with her mouth in it. Eyes that glow with expressions are very appealing in the crisp outline of the oval shape. Henrietta has no intention of forgiving Marielle even if she is adorable. It's Henrietta's hobby to abuse her or to put her alive.

"Are you sure? Direct line, I think you'll look like you can help in about an hour."

"At midnight like this!?

"Yes."

Henrietta, who answers well. Marielle suddenly runs out eagling at a nearby cardigan when she is upright as if she had been turned on. I guess I'll go back to my private room and take a shower.

"Ugh, ugh. Hey flower picking!!

Marielle ran off with a clear explanation. "Good luck," Henrietta flickered in the back of it, lowering her hips straight onto the couch.

(Marie is as cute as ever. This doesn't look like anything will happen for the time being. Oh, boy, yes. - Even then)

Henrietta wraps around a bunch of paperwork taken out of the back.

The fragments of siloe I heard from my direct line reminded me of something I was wondering about.

That was a dossier compiled at the Liaison Committee. There are guilds, shops, individuals, and groups that want to open a store. I set a modest opening fee, but the proceeds are still a lot. So much so that, beyond expectations, the festival had become massive.

The main cause of this is the "earthlings". Trading merchants and aristocrats are gathering not only from the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal", but also from the West. The economic size of the city of Akiba is so great that it cannot be judged by the population. This is the result of the progress made by the "earthlings" society who laid eyes on it in contention with us to devour into this city of Akiba.

Starting with Karasin and the members of the liaison committee expected that, but if you open the lid, you'll be able to cloud that it was a lot more prominent than that expectation. The festival from tomorrow, especially the small and medium-sized guilds, will be amazed at its boom.

Many of the dewstores in the mood for a school festival between the Adventurers were quickly expected to sell out their goods. Anyway, the "Earthlings" merchant is here to "buy". It is fundamentally different from (Adventurer) who indulges in what he wants and buys one point at a time.

(But...)

Henrietta pushes up her glasses with her fingertips.

The thin silver-edged glasses, both cloudy and trademark, glimmer slightly in her concentrated expression. Something catches on. Her social experience with ancient ginseng, veterans, etc. can't be said to be ripped out of her mouth. Still, the experience of acknowledging accounting and rolling only the books conveys something uncomfortable.

Henrietta chewed her lips softly because of the unpleasant sensation.

(If Master Shiloe...)

It reminds me of the side of a young man I was used to at some point.

Come to think of it, all I remember is the sides. Not that we've ever talked across the street, but the important scene of that mean young man was Henrietta, who always felt like he was watching from the side.

Whether at the conference where the Round Table Conference was established or at that conference where Rainesia rose. Henrietta, as a sidekick at any time, has looked at the side of it from a step back.

If you are a young man with that side with the strength of your will and a keen intuition, you may reveal the identity of the anxiety Henrietta has.

Every time I followed the address menu, I was tempted by the idea, but I didn't end up in touch. That is a conclusion that I have repeatedly considered several times.

Siloe already has plenty of chores for the Round Table.

The policy regarding the chores concerning this festival is to keep Siloe's hands out of trouble, an agreement concluded between Karasin and Henrietta. Of course, I did not explicitly promise, but there was a common perception that the Round Table Conference was too harsh on siloes.

And now there are acorns and minnows in Shiloe.

Neither girl was attractive from Henrietta's point of view.

Smooth and elegant figure reminiscent of a relaxed lily. Akatsuki, a beautiful girl with dark hair like Japanese shape.

An unspoilt minnoli as if it embodied the girl's strength and sense of responsibility, like luxury and wanting to hug her.

Seeing the thought of those two dropping by the siloe, it doesn't seem like there's a curtain around the siloe that I am.

Henrietta thinks she's a plant.

I don't really understand the animal emotions associated with romance, and Marielle seems to be distant from her skinship-based desire to communicate, like she does well. Henrietta herself understands that it is different from what the world calls a relationship between a man and a woman in the sense that she wants to be "dressed and loved".

Because the siloe thing often rises to consciousness, I wonder if it is “to say so," but like the popular song of the old world, it was not enough to be rushed by the desire to meet or connect with each other so much that there was no body or world.

"Number one among the lords."

Henrietta once praised Siloe for that.

I know my feelings as much as they are very pale but romantic.

(I mean, I guess it's a pale sleeping personality......)

I don't feel quite lonely there, but that would make me happy. It is one longing that the face of a loved one comes to mind at dawn or at twilight, but I am aware that I do not seem to be that obsessed.

For Henrietta, Akatsuki is a friend who is adorable and wants to take care of herself, as well as a friend who is new in face but doesn't mind Minori. It was also gratifying not to have to split into such a friend's love path.

I can't put my shoulders in either, but I'm ready to bless the one Shiloe has chosen.

The siloe.

I want that rare con man with that tough side to be happy.

Aren't you the first type of person to make your surroundings happy by being happy? Henrietta thought of Siloe that way.

(It's a tight threesome, though)

Sigh Henrietta.

Both the two girls and Shiloe seem very clumsy in that sense. Maybe the type that goes on a picnic in a meadow with nothing but a shipwreck. There are three difficult people, and I can't help them.

Henrietta, considering the romantic circumstances of the Friendship Alliance, sometime lost track of her earlier discomfort. Absolutely, they both thought too much on the edge.