Log Horizon

The night dawned.

The city of Akiba in the early morning was surrounded by a refreshing air that looked like October. At a time when the sun has not yet risen in earnest, the air moisturizes and contains cold air, full of silence.

In Elder Tail, the city of Akiba shares the geography and general structure of the old world, but of course it has its differences.

Surrounded by ancient trees, the city is surrounded by greenery and moss and lawn on the land of boulevards and squares everywhere.

deciduous trees and tall bushes that surround all parts of the city. The city of Akiba is a city with a strange landscape, blended with the ruins of tall buildings and nature.

On that green, the autumn morning dew snugly descends.

Minori was in a hurry to the Guild Hall, feeling its Shizukuishi on her toes moving forward.

"Libra Festival," the second day of the so-called Fall Festival, is the morning.

Unlike the first day when the festival begins at noon, the second day today is just like a whole series of events.

The various exhibition impromptu events that will take place today, the second day, as well as the dinner party held in the name of Princess Rainesia, and the "Akiba Welcoming City", which runs through the night from this evening until the third day, are the highlights of this festival. Yes, the autumn festival begins today.

Because of that sense of anticipation, or the usually quiet early morning city, I see people carrying luggage here and there, albeit secluded. I'm sure it's the people who carry the product to the outdoor store or rush to get the missing items that they noticed on the day.

Coming up to the Guildhall entrance to the boulder, I could see how many Adventurers were in and out. Minori walks into that building like an obsidian, forcibly greeting her well.

The Horizon of Records (Log Horizon) was one of the eleven guilds that make up the Round Table Conference, and Minori has a lot of access to the guild hall as a help to Siloe. I was already familiar with some of the "adventurers" packing here, starting with the "earthly" woman at the reception.

Instead of going to the floor where the Round Table Meeting, its information room and the clerk's office have come to help on several occasions, we head to the Producer Guild Liaison Committee today. I came to pick up the material once after using it from Shiloe, so I knew where it was right away.

The floor was surrounded by a rushed atmosphere from the early morning onwards. The large oak tree door opens to a kannon opening, with a number of crates sticking out to the hallway.

This "Producer Guild Liaison Committee" is an organization that has a central role in this festival. Despite all this time, it is full of energy. From inside, words of instruction fly close to yelling, rushing out in a hurry, or people carrying their luggage in and out.

Minori gently knocked at the door and gave a meeting to the familiar "Adventurer". But he must have been an artisan at the Eighth Mall.

"What's going on? Minori."

"Uh, that. - Mr. Karasin, are you there?

Minori feels somewhat uncomfortable. If you say so, it's close to "feeling like I've come to a club room where I don't belong".

To Minori, who looked restless, the craftsman laughed, "Oh, I'm in the back. Why don't you let me in? I'm teasing you, but I'm impatient there! He said." The only reason I have a loud voice is probably because I'm high all night. I didn't do anything wrong, but Minori went to the back of the office feeling quite sorry for herself there.

Minori came to this place early in the morning for a reason.

I saw the intimate scenes of Akatsuki and Shiloe last night, and even depressed by my shallowness, but the goal Minori herself set for this fall festival is to snow Shiloe's bad reviews.

The means for doing so initially contemplated is to gather your ears and eyes in a cake buffet appearance while obtaining an invitation to the Great Dinner Party. Attendance at dinner parties, through a welcoming conversation with the participants, increased the likeness of the siloe - something like that.

(Though that ended up failing......)

Minori thinks it's too much to be twelve hall cakes.

It's mean, not at all - but I can't help it.

But that, in turn, means must be devised to carry out the mission. It was a direct appeal to the "Producer Guild Liaison Committee" that narrowed down unfamiliar wisdom and came up with it.

Fortunately, I knew Karasin from the Eighth Mall, which divides this place. If you have extra invitations, can't you do something for me to get them? Minori thought so and came to the Producer Alliance Liaison Committee.

But Karasin didn't seem that way. The central office of the "Producer Guild Liaison Committee" office… or is it a meeting room? That large room has a wally amount of paperwork on it.

Massive amounts of paperwork were also familiar in Siloe's study, and in this world without computers, we heard that the paperwork would grow quickly, but the confusion in this room was not the ratio of Siloe's study. At least I saw the will to tidy up and streamline in Siloe's study, but all I have in this office is confusion and entropy.

In one corner of the table in the middle of the room, Karasin and his co-workers were desperately trying to protect the working space (civilized area). But the effort is also sluggish, and their whispering territory is a state of blue breath threatened by a bunch of paperwork (pushing barbarians).

Minori hesitates to speak up to Karasin, who looks awesome. That's when the man who came into the room from behind Minori started reporting in a healthy voice.

"Mr. Karasin! I brought the South Block sales list and form. Ah! Please!

The young man who added a consolidated amount of paperwork to the table leaves immediately, but the blow changed the force map on the table. The paperwork tower, which was swaying, fell through the fingertips stretched by Minori. Due to chain reactions like domino knockouts, bunches of paperwork (pushing barbarians) begin to raise the wolf smoke of one invasion after another.

"Ahhh!?" "Hino!!

The screaming Karasin and assistant faces are blue in despair. Under these circumstances, it would be natural. Minori spoke roughly to the two people who began to rebuild the paperwork tower after cursing with one awful word.

"Help, shall we?

"That.... er, Mr. Siloe's. Was that Minori?

"Yeah. I'll help you, I'll"

Minori rolls up her long sleeve blouse arms. I shouldn't overlook a pile of such confused documents, and I was going to say that if I helped out here and Karasin's heart certificate was up, he could ask me "please".

"Yeah, please.... Taro, tea please. Dark one."

"Yes, I understand."

Karasin and Minori, who dropped off a boy who fluttered out to see how much continuous labor he was doing, engage in collecting a bunch of turbulent paper. From what I've seen, they appear to be notification documents for today's exhibition impromptu. In addition, notifications about commercial transactions, questions, instructions, tax forms and all sorts of things get mixed up and just follow like mountains on the grounds that the paper size is similar.

"Mr. Karasin... Um. This is a kind of fragmentation."

"I know it's falling apart, but once it collapses, I don't know the classification anymore. I mean, there's no predetermined format or paper in the first place, so even documents for the same purpose come in pieces in sizes."

Karasin groans when he dropped his shoulder disappointingly.

"I didn't think it would be this hard. Damn, it's hard to say" earthlings ". I wonder if they didn't pay their taxes."

"What happened to Mr. Earthlings?

"No, it's only natural for me to be last minute and have changes and additions because it's business. Because I didn't think there would be so many of them. The paperwork is good, and the culture is different."

You'll find out later, won't you? Karasin shrugs her shoulders, as she said. It was so confusing that it did pull off a bit. I know I have to sort it out, but in the meantime, there's still a straightforward order for inquiries and reminders. It's hard to track down documents that once got lost in the mountains.

Of course, Siroe was buying Karasin's ability to respond to the scene is just as good, and the staff looks diligent. The response to the inquiry was quick and instant.

However, on the contrary, the high level of judgment is rotating the scene even if the reports and documents are sorry, and allows for the advance of the problem. Now for the better, Karasin was a schematic of gradually getting cornered. Pre-submitted documents and ever-increasing paperwork are lagging behind.

"I'll help you here."

"Is that okay? Isn't that the Horizon of Records?

Minori, thinking a little, made a declaration. The route that follows from the cake buffet has been cut off, so it's true we have time. Shiloe said she had help with the "March Alliance," etc., but if she needed it, she would get a call from anywhere in the world.

"I have my hands free."

"Well, I'm sorry, but can I ask for it?... Honestly, I can't get around to the paperwork. Mr. Henrietta seems busy today."

To Karasin's words, Minori nods. I have heard from Siroe that Henrietta is also involved in the work of those in the Liaison Committee. Maybe this is how she ended up in a messy situation because she was missing out on impromptu meetings.

"Anyway, I'll sort it out."

Minori takes the paper and ink out of the pochette as he unloads the nearby paperwork tower onto the floor. The rank is never high, but I made it myself.

When you put the katana in the sheath instead of the town, you start reading it at the top of the paperwork tower. Don't panic, but hurry. That was the luggage badge that I hauled into the warehouse. Minori nods one and places it in a slightly empty space. Depository card, one. Next up is a violator report from around the corner. Report, one.

First step. Don't be disappointed, even if it's small. I'm just getting started. What, so it's only natural that the results are small. It's important to do it on a hiatus.

- I haven't done anything yet.

Minori groaned so in the midst of coltar-like suffering.

I admired Siloe and discovered myself not walking out, even though I liked Siloe.

If that's the case, we have to start something.

If you like siloes, I want to do something for you siloes.

Minori wanted to be the kind of person who could give Siloe something to put her chest up that she was in love, although she was only a junior high school student like she was still everywhere.

I put it out through a night filled with bitterness that burned my lungs, that was Minori's conclusion.

Without just admiring and thinking deeply, the back of the master, who aspired only to be together, now had a different meaning in Minori.

If you just want to follow Siloe, if you just want to see the same view as Siloe, that back would have been a good goal. But if you want to help Siloe, you have to acquire another power. It must be hard to walk the same path while aiming for another power, but that's exactly what Minori wanted today.

The "Adventurer" 's physical abilities are applied to vision and reflex nerves.

Minori took advantage of it and classified the paperwork at an incredible speed. Throw one after the other into the crate borrowed from the neighborhood. This will have to be checked by Karasin on a regular basis. Other documents will be compiled by type.

Minori's current suboccupation is "Apprentice Brother" (Apprentice). Minori, who didn't like "the seamstress," wanted to change her suboccupation as soon as possible, but she couldn't make a decision about what to choose. At that time, it was the Apprenticeship Brother who appeared at Shiloe's recommendation.

Although "apprenticeship brother" is mounted in a suboccupational system, it is not a "profession" in the general sense. It was a system with more bizarre characteristics, although close to role-playing "accountants" and "fortune-tellers".

"Apprenticeship Brother" can "copy" a number of skills that can be acquired at a low level within the subprofessional abilities of other players who have registered. Minori made paper and ink and had it because she "apprenticed" to Shiloe - that is, copied a technique (skill) that she did not register as a master.

It is convenient to grow because you can quickly copy your skills and the "Apprenticeship Brother" who has an EXP Bonus is quick to level and there are some things you can do from the start. However, the technology that can be copied with the Apprenticeship Brother is limited to those below the intermediate level. It is, in that sense, a sub-occupation halfway and lacking in attraction.

The real characteristic of "Apprenticeship Brother" is after growth. That is in that most sub-occupations, with the exception of special sub-occupations, where some transfers are conditional, can be transferred and experience is taken over.

For example, if an Adventurer moves to level 30 in the Apprenticeship Brotherhood, he or she can move from the original level to level 30 instead of the original level.

If you want to take on a sub profession that takes a lot of work to level up, such as "Blacksmith," it is said that going through "Apprenticeship Brother" is not a bad decision. In that case, there are problems, such as the need for a master or when he level up, because there are no more recipes in the item creation menu, he said that a different kind of effort is needed to increase the repertoire.

But Minori didn't care about those shortcomings.

Originally, because it is a suboccupation to imitate siloes, the degree of handedness does not make sense as a handedness. Besides, the same "writer" skills as Shiloe are now useful in the fight against this confused document.

In a "format" made on cheap paper, Minori wrote down the notification documents for the items she wanted to sell from one end. That "copies" every certain number together, and the original goes into the crate. The task of compiling just the notification documents into materials that could actually be used was something I was used to with the help of Shiloe.

Minori looks around the pile of paperwork.

There must be something on this battlefield that Siloe has already worn, but not in the battle of Elder Tail. I don't know what that is, what it means, or what it doesn't, that Minori doesn't know right now.

A number of tips are filled in the vast knowledge that Siloe has taught me so far. Not just about the knowledge of the game, but about the operation of the guild, about the various things that have happened in the past, about the various occasions in which we compete for will, not just physical combat. Even though I know there must be a 'it' secret to a lot of the intrusions, heard from Shiloe, Minori's lack of experience is pulling her legs to run it.

- That's why I stay here.

The decision made by Minori is the continuation of the fight. And on top of that, we aim to be one step closer to accomplishing our mission.

"Minori, you're doing great."

"Mr. Siloe's, because he's a disciple."

The look of Minori, who smiled and replied, dwelt on a strength that had not existed until yesterday.

◆

Day two of the festival.

Siloe was having early lunch or late breakfast. The location is the dining room "One Meal" near "Water for Kanda". Whether the recent increase in the number of restaurants by "earthlings" is the effect of the cultural setting of the game or mostly rustic Western-style cuisine.

However, Yamato's "adventurers" are often formerly Japanese, especially men such as Shiloe, who sometimes want to eat "fixed meals" asexually.

"One-diner" is a fixer belonging to ancient ginseng in the city of Akiba.

Since opening the store as soon as possible after the formation of the Round Table Conference and there was no soy sauce or miso, we have been researching and offering Japanese-style fixed meals. At the time, it was about white rice and pickled in salt-baked fish, but now both soy sauce and miso have been developed, so you can enjoy a flavorful Japanese-style meal.

It's a popular store, but today is a festival day and because of the early hours, there seem to be very few guests in the store. As for the siloe, there is no difference in the store being quiet.

"Oh, my God."

What was brought before the siroe was a fixed meal of baked samma.

It is worth taking it apart and not a special dish, but in this case it is normal. I can't believe there's a dozen cakes, you don't need that extraordinary. He wants to eat slowly, especially when he's alone, and Siroe puts his hands together, thinking so.

The "I'll have it" before the meal has been disciplined since I was in the original world, but it turned into a sincere prayer since I came across something delicious in this world. When you live like a drift in another world, a delicious meal nourishes your mind above all else. Nature and gratitude come to a meal that heals my heart.

Siloe cleverly uses black painted chopsticks to loosen Samma's body, stirring it with white rice. The greasy samma couldn't resist the refreshing spiciness of the radish grate.

"Wow, I knew you were Japanese"

As for the siloe, it only relieves me sincerely after yesterday's tragedy. Today is the second day of the festival and as an appointment it is the day of help requested by Henrietta. But I haven't heard any details from Henrietta. Probably after lunch, they'll be contacting you with a reading function.

I tried going around the guild house one time after my eyes woke up, but the only thing I found was Nyata. The other members seem to be out on their own errands and helpers, and as a siloe I feel a little clapped out.

Even the Nyata still has help from the Mitsuki Alliance today, and Shiloe came out to eat alone.

Usually, this is a rare dining out for siloes because the Nyata keeps the guild member meal for a reason. The usual diet of the Horizon of Records is rich because the "cook" level is high and he is good at cooking himself.

Sometimes, though, it's not bad to eat outside.

Siroe eating samma fixed meals. Samma, rice, miso soup. Occasionally pickled. That loop calls for happiness.

But it wasn't long before a pair of familiars approached the Siloe table, which proceeded to eat like a young man of that age.

"Hey,“ Hangout glasses. "

You're out of time.

It was Isaac of the Black Sword Knights, the General Commander of the Black Sword Knights, who had easily raised one hand to greet him. Next door is Krusty, the "Mad Warrior" who leads "D.D." with a serious face.

What are two of Akiba's proud masters of combat guilds doing here? and Siloe thought, but is the seat of the meal. I will return an extremely Japanese reply, such as "Hi".

The two of them, who had said no to Siloe and had a seat, turned their backs and placed the order. It was a meat tofu fixing meal for an open meal of magpies. It is an extremely masculine, righteous Japanese set meal landscape paired with the Samma set meal of Shiloe.

What are you doing with those glasses? Here. "

"It's a meal."

To Isaac, who asks as he rides his half out of the chair, Siloe points to Samma's fixing meal with her gaze.

"... sounds delicious, Samma"

"I won't give it to you."

"Shit."

Isaac tongues abominably. Even so, I don't feel disgusted. Either it's a casual Yankee or something. Crusty, on the other hand, is turning a calm gaze in a scholarly way.

"What's wrong with you two? Isn't it unusual to be together?

"Oh, yeah"

Krusty takes the second half of Isaac's words.

"Our guild is in charge of the festival alarm. He said he was meeting as an Alliance Master."

In this event, the aspirations of the Black Sword Knights and the D.D.D. are apparently on vigilante security among the battle-based guilds.

Because it was the most willingness to act, he said there was a shortage of manpower.

I don't get the impression that the festival patrol is as glamorous as the battle of Zantreef. I guess the impression is that everyday security, lacking in morale exalting elements, is just a troublesome chore, it's natural in a way that voluntary volunteers don't come together, Siroe takes it.

In such a situation, the two people in charge of security would have a lot of difficulty with something. To say that with few words, Isaac chuckled and shrugged his shoulder, "I can't help it because it's useful."

That's where the two meals are brought in.

Both seemed delicious with hot air.

Two people who eat fast. There are only battle-based classes on boulders, and scholarly crusty eats at a fair pace. "One-meal restaurant" is a well-served fixer, but it's a fast-paced meal for three men around the age.

But no matter what, three of its eleven guild masters have arrived at one table, the Round Table Conference, which provides Akiba autonomy. In the sparsely crowded shop, but around the table seats where Shiloe sits, there is a somewhat reluctant atmosphere and the guests are not particularly close.

Or so I said if the three of them were talking about what they had secretly talked about, that didn't happen either. Isaac was in the middle of a straight ball, "Oh, no, Crusty. How far have you been with Princess Rainesia? Yeah? I don't know if it's deceptive," intertwined with Siloe looking sideways at it, pursuing "you're interested," and those two dialogues, Krusty said, "I don't know what you mean." and he was only singling it out.

Siloe, who had started eating first, finished eating one foot ahead of the two. I even thought about leaving the store with a single voice, but outside at the festival, Shiloe is also in holiday mode. Also, it seemed like a bump to take a seat during the meal, and I stayed with the story.

"Roundtable meeting" is a meeting. There are stories that go along with the agenda, but these irregular chatters were few and fresh. Talk about patrols, talent exchanges for guilds, migrations, getting newcomers - dealing with people who have crossed from Suskino, and alerting goblins.

It was quite interesting to exchange views on those topics that would also emerge at the meeting. More than that, it's also interesting to talk about Isaac's light mouth and Rainesia, which leaks slightly from his stubborn-mouthed crusty.

Collecting and exchanging information was also one of the guild master's tasks, Shiloe thought, and he unexpectedly enjoyed the conversation himself.

Regardless of Shiloe and Krusty, even Isaac, a militant, showed familiarity with the city's "Adventurer" information.

For Siloe, much of that information was grasped in the report, but the raw opinions of those who actually handle it in the field are always the most reliable. I need to get out a little bit more, etc., Shiloe thinks.

Eventually, when the owner of the store himself brought hot tea, the conversation was separated by nothing.

"Hey, tummy."

"What?

Isaac speaks to Siloe, who had bulleted and organized the information he had obtained from the conversation earlier in his brain.

"I've been wondering. It's about that day, which involves the establishment of the Round Table Meeting. Can I ask you something?

"Yes."

"- We were there that day. I did lose my temper talking about a new cooking method. We fighter guilds didn't realize that. But is that really a good thing?

Crusty has also looked at Siloe with interest in the story Isaac cut out.

"What do you mean?

"No, that's why. As a combat commander, I think it was too much of a beating. Could there have been anyone else who noticed how to create that item? In that case, it's all grandpa. If the story broke, Michitaka or Fairy Pharmacist (Fairy Doctor) wouldn't have lent money to the March Alliance, would they? If you do, you'll lose the Guild Hall funds. It's going to break the very roots of the operation."

"Right."

"Are you glad I left the operational imperatives to you? As far as I'm concerned, I want to crush the hole.“ Belly Glasses ”is the truth, is it a schemer or a gambler?"

Isaac's question.

That would be about Siloe's ability to plan operations. Indeed, the Round Table Meeting was established. Siloe broke through numerous hurdles to convince the members she had gathered.

But that is the result. Isaac's concern is that there might have been a hole in the operation.

That's the best part.

- and Siloe thinks. No, rather, this inquiry would cloud if it was auspicious. Isaac acknowledged Siloe's ability to plan operations and stepped on that he was likely to fight under that command in the future, because he came to crush the anxiety element.

"Oh, is that it? - Well, wasn't he there?

So Siloe answered frankly.

I can't believe there weren't any "adventurers" who noticed that cooking law, and perhaps there were others who noticed it. Of all the hurdles, Siroe believes the food was the easiest door to open.

There are about 30,000 Japanese players flown into the world of "Elder Tail". If you think about it, and there were 3% "cooks" in it, there would be 900 people. If there were half the number of people out there who could cook normal food in the real world, not in the body of this world, there would be 450 of them.

In other words, there appear to have been around 450 (adventurers) with the potential to notice new culinary laws.

So how many of those 450 "adventurers" were actually cooked with all the ingredients? In this world without a system kitchen, it would be "not as likely” to buy new cookware and experiment with camping makeshift. I can't tell you that it's absolutely nothing. - I mean, it's only a matter of time.

How many adventurers have gotten there within a month of the catastrophe? Sweetly, 1/3. Siroe predicted that it was about 150 people.

And at that time, there were about half the players on the Japanese server in the city of Akiba. If you think about it, there were about 75 (adventurers) in Akiba who fit the criteria.

It is not known whether Nyata was the "first discoverer" to arrive at the truth of item creation on this server. But you'll be sure to be one of the fastest groups. If its range is about 75, it's not unlikely that it was a 'first discoverer' either. But in the strict sense, Siloe wasn't interested in that in the first place.

"So it was a beating, after all?

"No, it's not. - The first thing I notice, it doesn't make that much sense." Snack Sales Crescent Moon "was set up to create connections to the three major production guilds. The funds, it was a hurdle, but I didn't see it as much of a problem."

"Really?

Siloe nods at the confirmation of the seemingly unexpected Crusty.

"Why not? Funding will be the most important. As long as we can buy up, we can form a conference, even if it sucks, even if it threatens us. 'Cause that's where my balls are."

"No. That's no good. There's just another problem flying around. In the first place, the funders could have made money in a different way. Sooner or later, we made money."

"How?

"No matter how, it is. … the creation of dishes was indeed a new axis, but the biggest revolution in the Catastrophe is the idea of" Relationship between Item Menu and Skills ". If we hold it down there, we can make money even if it takes a little time."

"I guess that's right"

Crusty explains to Isaac twisting his neck.

"Other than cooking, at that point in time, you would say you had it. If you were working with the March Alliance, you would have had other genres of skills. I mean, besides cooking, it could have been a steam engine, clothing, other inventions.... The players themselves cook in their daily lives, and the" Adventurers "who are the" Cooks "in" Elder Tail "will have a few there. Cooking is routine in the old world. But not many humans were blacksmiths or carpenters on the Earth of the Old World. Sure, cooking is the easiest door to open. In other sub-occupations, I wouldn't have noticed."

"I could have earned money from your difficult suboccupation, and I had other hands."

"Really?"

To Isaac's words, Siloe shrugged her shoulders and took one piece of paper out of her luggage. With a glimpse of it, Crusty laughed, and Isaac was taken aback.

"It's a borrowing letter. I can make it with" The Writer. "With this, you can borrow money from the bank. With about 50 levels of ink, it sounds like you can borrow 30,000 gold coins.... Seems like the repayment will be taken automatically from your account because you owe the most. Speaking of which, you can make contracts between adventurers."

"Seriously!?

"Yeah, I can make a lot more. You know you can issue quests, right? All you have to do is issue expensive quests for yourself.... Well, I only incur ink and paper manufacturing costs and a lot of rewards."

Isaac silenced Siloe's sloppy words.

"So making money itself is a hurdle, but not the biggest one. Likewise, there's no point in“ monopolizing ”new item-making methods. The most important thing was to establish the Round Table Meeting, and to do so, we have to attach your consent.

If you want us to work together, too much monopoly on profits will only be a disadvantage. If I buy your objections, the Round Table Meeting will not be established, and even if it is, it will be something else altogether. I like the city of Akiba, and I didn't want to do what I wanted.

If the mystery of how to cook leaks from a third party route other than ours, that's fine. It's painful and retrogressive, but it's not a fatal failure.

- It's harder than that to create distrust that cracks during negotiations. "

To Siloe's remarks, Isaac loses his voice.

What Shiloe said was that both the exposure of new technology and the acquisition of the Guild Hall were only show bills and bluffs. Isaac is shocked by the siloe that used all those trump cards for the show bills.

But it's natural for Siloe. Even if we can yield to the actions of others, we cannot connect our souls to chains. If you want to buy satisfaction, you should persuade them in good faith.

"To attach consent, suggest a drop that you can all agree to. Presenting the benefits. Working with the majority to create an atmosphere for the situation. … to be able to make the last push. … If you can engrave the importance of rulemaking and the rights of the" earthlings "at that meeting, everything else is just a tech to negotiate."

There was truth in Siroe's words, and strength.

There would have been other Adventurers who had solved the mystery of culinary law at that time. However, there must have been very few "adventurers" who had laid down the method to other suboccupations. To the best of Siroe's mind, only two are Siroe and the "West Delivery”.

It was clear to Siloe's eyes that technology would eventually spread. If delicious meals and new items are to spread, it is the hope of the Adventurer who must live in this world. Whoever leaked it out of his mouth, that doesn't make a big difference. What Shiloe wanted was to launch the Roundtable Conference in the course of its production.

That 's--

"I don't think Minami will be able to do the same."

Crusty opened his mouth at such a time as he traced Siloe's thoughts.

To Krusty's words, Isaac and Siloe sigh small. It's not like anything happened. No formal announcement, no contact. So, in West Japan - relations with the Holy Empire Westlande were becoming increasingly a major problem for the city of Akiba.

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Retract some time. In those days, in another corner of the city, the women of the "Three Days and Moons Alliance" were preparing for the winter clothing exhibition impromptu.

The place was a newly built auditorium, called the Silver Hall. In the former Earth there was a complex giant electric mass retailer building, but in this otherworldly Akiba, it leaks little and it is replaced by ruins.

After about two months of its ruin, it was this silver hall that was renovated. Even though it was abandoned, the upper floor was only “broken" and the base remained completely, and the high ceilings and hotel-like structures were less difficult and convenient to renovate, he said.

After creating shapes with wooden frames, the remodeling of the ruins was much easier thanks to the development of methods for pouring cement in and plastering the surfaces with lacquer. This was also a change that emerged after the establishment of the Round Table Conference, and the work progressed at a fast pace.

The Adventurer also positively had the ability to create items in a short time, as well as a field workforce, starting with the Spirit.

The interior of the silver hall is divided into several large halls, a venue. The first floor hall, the largest hall in the building, was conceived as the main venue for the fall festival. There, many guilds were preparing for the final sales booth.

The clothing sales stage of the "Three Moons Alliance" also decorated their booths as one of those numerous guilds.

The size of the booth is about 5m square and there is not much room for a crate of goods delivered and a table for accounting. Arrange the shelves for the exhibition where the chest has been modified and hang the grass-dyed tunic, the key exhibit.

Marielle and several other members involved in clothing are the sellers. Akatsuki, abducted from the early morning as a helper, was embellished in an unusually tense Henrietta in such a corner of the booth.

"Akatsuki, you're adorable. Really! I'm going to mellow."

"I wish I could do this..."

To Akatsuki, who declares with a troublesome uplift, Henrietta is flying her heartmark cum. But to Akatsuki's words trying to escape, he ruthlessly declared, "Not yet," by holding his wrist tight.

What Akatsuki was wearing was a grass-dyed tunic blouse, on display as a product. He coordinates a black undershirt with an asymmetrical cotton-wrapped skirt. The skirt hem fringe and wooden beaded necklace are united in an ethnic-style and adorable image.

"Because of this, let's put on some makeup."

"I don't like makeup..."

"Don't worry. - It's okay."

Henrietta kneels on the floor to match the height of Akatsuki's gaze. Akatsuki feels an ominous hunch and tries to escape, but if Henrietta starts pulling the liner out of the porch, she was dull and unable to escape.

In the different worlds of this Elder Tail, women's skin is much more neat than it is in the real world. According to Akatsuki's actual feeling, there is no need for makeup at all.

However, makeup is not done solely by "necessity". The desire to be adorable and beautiful is inherently unknown to the ceiling. Even if it's "clean enough," it's a woman's instinct to go further than that.

Even as an acorn, I'm not denying the makeup itself. When I was in the old world, I used to do that at a pace close to every day, and I know how it feels to be a woman wearing makeup.

It's just embarrassing to wear makeup.

Especially in this other world, seeing one's face in a mirror seems to be looking for some narcissistic pleasure, which illuminates me.

It's an act that I didn't care about on the original planet, but when I think about it again, makeup seems like a pretty big action. If it's a game, isn't that a texture change? It's a story that can be turned into something else.

More or less Akatsuki never wore makeup seriously since he was in the original world in the first place. My lips just glossed were blurred more on the edges, and I never wore a mascara.

"Ugh."

"Akatsuki is a Japanese beauty."

Henrietta works gently, but quickly, on Akatsuki, who remembers her makeup history. Henrietta draws lip contours with a thin brush. Akatsuki stifles himself without being able to resist.

"It's okay. It's pale makeup, so it works great for stupid lords who don't even know the difference between neat and natural makeup. - Plus Akatsuki is a Japanese-style beauty, so the atmosphere is a little too hard for these ethnic and casual outfits. We need to increase saturation. Let's wrap our hair together with Valletta."

As for Akatsuki, I just have to snort at the word.

If you do look down, the patterned rolled skirt is ethnic-style, or country style, and doesn't seem to go well with your own dark hair.

Follow the instructions of Henrietta, if you can flap the pocket with your lips several times, you can remove the excess oil. "Ugh. Cute. No," said Henrietta, narrowing her eyes and hugging her.

Such an attitude would have pissed me off as a mascot not long ago, but it is bearable in this [Elder Tail] world with wonder.

(It feels like you're being ridiculed, because you don't?

Still, it's uncomfortable and a little awkward. Henrietta noticed that she had rubbed her hair a few times and fastened it with Valletta, freeing me. The hair shown in the mirror was, as usual, straight long hair, but only looked a little sisterly because it was put together in Valletta.

I avoided that hair like this would not suit me at low height, but it would go well with thin makeup, wouldn't it? What a feeling, Akatsuki is about to loosen her cheeks.

(Sister-style.... sounds good!

"What do you say?

"Mmm...... Yeah."

Akatsuki gets stuck in words. I'm glad to hear it, but it's kind of embarrassing to admit it clearly in words. Besides, if I sound proud of you, I hate that very much. I'm sorry to Henrietta for taking such good care of me if I showed a negative sleigh.

Of course, even if this makeup or costume was for sale and show decoration.

"Didn't you mind? - Isn't she cute? Dear Siroe."

"Huh!?

But it wasn't until I heard Henrietta's dialogue. Akatsuki is paralyzed as if she were stunned by the Snake Eye Lady (Medusa) and can no longer move. I'm gonna put my back on it. It's the anxiety of "no way."

"Yeah. I think you look great."

What I heard from behind was make it the Horizon of Records guild master, Akatsuki's master. He was the voice of Shiloe, a dark-haired young man (granting magician) who hid his sharp gaze with round glasses.

"Someday..."

"Since just now. I was called to help."

Akatsuki can't even gaze at the silhouette that shrugs her shoulders and continues. I think my mouth is going to tremble so freakishly that I'm not myself.

Henrietta, who doesn't even know what's going on, "How about this coordination," pushes Akatsuki around trying to hide.

Akatsuki hastily tries to turn behind the siloe, but is unable to move when gently held down by Henrietta. It's easy to poke around and run, but that's too lawless a line.

"Knock."

Sweetened to be shown off as good as it turns out, Akatsuki stares at Henrietta and Siloe with condemnation. As for Akatsuki himself, I'm going to stare, so the only thing that seems to both of us to be pleading for the upper hand is a flaw in the balls.

"It's okay, Akatsuki. You look good."

If Siloe's palm is placed over her head, I resent her body temperature, which makes her rise to waste. As for Siloe, I guess it's a word like conditional reflex or social dictionary, but I'm still happy with it, so I get in trouble.

(Mmm! Sneaky disqualification!

I desperately recreate my expression, but today I wasn't as confident as usual.

"What should I do?

"Master Shiloe will be wearing these clothes."

Siloe drops her shoulders by spreading the clothes offered by Henrietta. They don't like it, even though it looks comfortable. As for Akatsuki, I think it feels good.

(It's the punishment that embarrassed me, my lord)

Besides, it's an outfit that I can't always replace, so I'd also like to see my everyday silhouette. Akatsuki opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment a cool chime sounds from outside the venue.

From the surroundings that became quiet for a moment, the sound of anticipation, which bound the sigh hundreds, and the applause, which began with no one else.

Marielle, who came to the three of us, applauds with joy. - It was the opening. The first festival in this other world by the Adventurer. At its main event exhibition impromptu, every garment is available in this hall.

"Come on, I wonder who's coming today! I wish I could sell a lot. Yeah.... I probably overmade 100 clothes though. But let's try."

"The venue has been opened. Dear Shiloe, Akatsuki.... for half a day, thank you. It's the seller at the booth and the model on the stage. Let's sell it full!

Losing two happy smiles, Shiloe and Akatsuki snorted.

Day 2 of the Libra Festival. This is how the curtain of the real exhibition impromptu was cut and dropped.