Log Horizon

"Huh..."

"That's an attack. Is it like intelligence warfare, psychological warfare? You have a bad taste."

Siloe rattles her nose.

Besides my bad taste, I also behave badly.

It's too obvious.

This attack by penetrating forces seems to have the aim of discrediting the Round Table Conference and weakening the ties that exist in the city of Akiba. But the method is too coarse.

Is that an incompetent 'enemy' who is attacking, or.

"... are you arrogant?

Akatsuki with his neck hanging from Shiloe's whining.

Look at that. Siloe shrugs her hands small.

"Don't worry about Kunai."

"But my lord"

"This time, there's no point in that."

Akatsuki returns a boneless blade to the skirt in such a way as an inadmissibility. Shiloe, distracted from her calf, which she could see properly, looks back to Henrietta.

"The city of Akiba is under attack"

"Yes."

Henrietta nodding with a stuck look.

Then Siroe understood that Henrietta would have guessed too. Then it is decided that it is better to tell Henrietta the circumstances to some extent.

"The means must be a mild disturbance after penetration and gossip. The purpose is to discredit the Roundtable Conference."

"... Let's hit our hands as soon as possible. In some cases, the festival has to be cancelled."

"That's not a good hand."

To Henrietta hurrying to a conclusion. Siloe returns the words.

"If the festival is cancelled, it will eventually discredit the Round Table Conference by questioning its practical abilities, so your purpose will be achieved there. This is the best place to cut through by minimizing trouble. So the festival needs to continue like this"

"Right..."

Henrietta's expression is not excellent.

The fact that you are being attacked in an invisible way directly from an incompetent opponent is so much pressure. Siloe doesn't have anything to do with the pressure. I'm somewhat more "visible" than Henrietta, so I'm just calm.

Siloe has an intuition that this attack came from the "Earthlings". There are many reasons for this, but the biggest one is the discomfort in the keyword "discredit of the governing mechanism".

Almost all of Yamato's Adventurers, including Shiloe, are Japanese in the real world.

Not that I could brag about, but for the Japanese, I don't have enough credibility to lose to the governing mechanism. No, that, of course, Japan would have provided some of the highest services in the world in terms of actual administration, police mechanisms, etc. It is clear that if those mechanisms stop, they will be in immediate trouble.

But for many Japanese "senses" it seems to me that those end services and governing mechanisms existed independently. In other words, the very idea of "attacking the credibility of the governing body" is non-Japanese and non-adventurous in this Yamato.

And the roughness of this attack tells us something else.

At the very least, the opponent's "Earthlings" will not think that this attack will devastate the city of Akiba or the "Adventurers" themselves. Naturally, where the festival fails and the security of the city deteriorates somewhat or the Roundtable Conference is accused of incompetence, the Adventurer itself is not immediately weakened.

Even the "discredit of the" Round Table Conference ", which seems to be the immediate aim, should be considered as a stoning stone to a true end, beyond the fact that this attack is not of a stand-alone and settled nature.

So in this case, what is the true purpose, the interests of the attacker?

Perhaps it lies in negotiating with the city of Akiba on favourable terms.

I guess that's the purpose of The West Traders, which was in conversation with Minori. In order for the profits not to be monopolized more than the "Round Table Conference" has made a treaty with the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal", the western "Landlords" also need to make a treaty with the city of Akiba. To improve the terms of the treaty, it has been a pre-emptive strike.

With merchants of this magnitude mobilized, it is likely that a large merchant or aristocrat with considerable capital is in command.

Also, when I checked with Isaac, I was able to get information that only one group of the big men in question had entered the city about this morning in order to stay in the city.

Understandable.

In some cases, it is also possible to increase the effectiveness of certain operations.

But then, Siloe decided that it was coarse and not aesthetically conscious.

Threats and intimidation while mobilizing so many personnel, and attempts to use fluent language to carry the negotiations in their favor, come from.

"West, is it..."

"Stay down for a while"

After finishing the explanation behind the booth, Shiloe asks Henrietta.

"I don't mind that, but what will Master Shiloe do now?

"That's well."

Trying to keep going, Shiloe begs.

Siloe is a member of the Committee and one of the eleven guild masters who make up the Round Table Meeting. However, the Round Table Conference is an autonomous body and only enjoys the trust of the city of Akiba. Is it right or not for that self to act defensively in unison...... Shiloe thought about it for a while but struck it off on the way.

As a result of giving up, it would not be as easy as getting an answer.

(Besides, I don't think I need to look at the blood this time.... you've come to scratch me by forceful means, so you'd be thinking about the possibility of eating a cliche)

Some irresponsible ideas also existed.

If you hit him, he'll beat you, that would be natural. This world is so much more cynical about the management of reward than Earth.

But either way, we have to adopt defensive tactics this time.

"I will fight. That."

"Master, is this a war...?

Siroe narrows her eyes slightly to Akatsuki's question.

Where is the point where 'Enemy' is concentrating its attacks?

As of now, that is the point where the "Producer Alliance Liaison Committee" handles some administrative matters. Circuit survey of city entrances, warehouse facilities and "only city". This type of operation has been reduced in processing capacity by receiving intentional fraud declarations and multiple declarations.

It is also better to think that the points where the Adventurers and the Earthlings interact are under attack. I can cloud that they are trying to make the festival and city atmosphere worse by disrupting the place of communication.

Both, the response measures would be exhaustive in "increasing the number of workers in the field". Efficient and flexible organization is the key to this.

Starting with the Roundtable Conference, Akiba's autonomous organizations are all made up of volunteers. As a volunteer, I show unusual problem-solving skills, but that's because I have enough people and morale.

The lack of numbers deepens the fatigue in the field, and the lack of morale deprives the working energy itself. Furthermore, without proper placement and a sense of purpose, we would even be lost in the direction we should be heading in the first place.

It is recognized that there is a need to develop the chain of command and put in personnel.

Also, that's not going to stop the 'next' attack. Of course, it's not necessarily the "enemy" that hits one hand, but if it's me, I'll prepare a push attack or so, Shiloe thinks. It is a great way to build on the practical capabilities of the Roundtable Conference.

Siloe calmly plays cards in her brain.

(The battlefield is wide. This penetration attack is not enough to take each and every one. It's no big deal. It's trouble.... but the battlefield is the whole city of Akiba. The range is too wide for me to handle alone. No, it's impossible to the extent that I put in the Horizon of Records.

I guess that would be a bad idea to give the Round Table a meeting and take action. At this point, if we talk that much louder, the panic could expand)

Of course, it will be necessary to contact the proper people and ask them to cooperate, but giving instructions on defensive posture to the end of the Round Table Conference will put tremendous stress on the chain of command. Since this attack is a saturated attack on the processing power of the Round Table Conference and the Producer Alliance Liaison Committee, raising your alert to the detractors will instead cooperate with the purpose of the "enemy".

(Ideally, after all, the erasure of the incident itself. Right......)

Siloe first thinks with an ideal ending.

Place hand-held combat under that condition, simulate. Dispose of the failed plan, change the conditions and do the simulation again. When you stop breathing, the murmurs around you turn away, and the world of silence envelops the siloe. A siloe explores the equilibrium that should exist somewhere in an accelerated simulated battle.

But I couldn't help it.

'Enemy' attacks are too incompatible with siloes.

'Enemy' hardly thinks anything. The overall purpose will be vague, but every one of those attacks is almost adrift in every 'scene'. It is not a one-point breakthrough attack based on a sophisticated strategy, but rather a carpet bombing depending on allowances.

Moreover, we managed to anticipate the reality of the attack only after the formation of the 'enemy' had already been completed and subjected to a pre-emptive attack. It can be described as the worst compatible with the warrior Shiloe, who uses pre-adjustment as a weapon.

(Ugh. I hate enemies like this)

I told Akatsuki and the others, "Fight," but it's worse than I thought. 'Enemies' incorporate into their strategy that it depends on allowances, or randomness. I can't make a prediction. Of course, there are no personnel just to stick to all the fronts.

(When I say this, I'll have to give up once, I guess not)

Shiloe switched gears of thought.

Give up dealing with everything.

I can't do anything I can't. Assuming that, do what you can.

I don't even have time. It's already past noon, and unless you hit your hand within an hour, things will get worse enough for even the inhabitants of Akiba to feel strange.

In it, suppose we find out what we can do to counter this' enemy '...

"That. Aren't you Senior Shilo? You were at the booth of the Three Moons Alliance, weren't you? Yes, they do."

Turning around, it was Soujiro, an old friend of Shiloe's, who led the "Westwind Brigade", who stands against the backdrop of the crowd. Is Soujiro dressed in the city today or is it a Japanese costume? Instead of blushing in a kimono (a razor) or twisting his hair together in a ponytail, he naturally wears a knife at the waist, large or small.

"I'm out of time" "Hello -!" "Nice to meet you." "Who is it?" "Here." "The Horizon of Records." "Oh!

Standing yellow behind it were the girls surrounding Souzillo.

"I went to the cake shop where my senior taught me. It was already an amazing service! He even served sixteen of them in a hall cake. I couldn't eat a bit, so I called my guild buddies to say it was free of cake, but the more members I had, the more cakes they served. He was such a friendly guild!... Oh, that?

Shiloe feels her knees are about to fall out. That's not a service, I'm just adding a challenge menu for the number of people, but they don't realize Soujiro at all.

"Around thirty hall cakes came out, and it looks like we're out of stock. We all ate it and it was delicious. I like orange mousse."

Whilst nagging and weak, Siloe put her hand on the shoulder of Souzillow, who would report such a thing.

"What's wrong with you? Senior Shiro?"

"No, you've come to a good place. Souzillow, I have a case for you."

"Enemy" is developing a random saturation operation that also captures randomness.

So, if there is, then that defensive front would also deserve to be randomized.

The best people for this are in front of Shiloe.

◆

Minori, who hung up on him, fisted all the time.

Concerns were met.

The city of Akiba (Minori and the others) is under attack.

"Are you sure?

Karasin, who sounded shocked, asked. Besides, Minori nods.

"Mr. Shiloe has the same opinion."

The claw biting Karasin glances at the pile of paperwork with a harsh look and then enters the idea again.

Eight hours have already passed since Minori entered this office. The majority of the paperwork towers disappeared thanks to continuous processing from the early morning with little rest. Now they are compressed and housed in a paperwork crate in the corner of the room.

But that's why the situation became clear.

I did not notice because the report had been delivered in a decentralised manner, but merchants from the west have exceeded 15% of the total number of participants.

Numbers are not so much a problem in themselves, although they are large. Increasing is more than 60% of the problems caused by 15% of the influx population.

This room is the responsible department for the Libra Festival. If you change the way you say it, it's the command room.

Prior to that. After that. Information gathers in the form of a report.

In conclusion, this form of "report" was already the source of the mistake. Diverse "reports" oppress processing.

Of course the paperwork is important.

Keeping a record is an iron rule of affairs, and that can only be accomplished by paper in this world.

However, the Producer Alliance Liaison Committee was overwhelmingly lacking in processing capacity. In recording the accuracy initially planned, the organization had failed, and there was not enough proficiency in system operation. More importantly, the number of personnel was not overwhelmingly sufficient.

And that's where they poked me.

For example, a simple loading interview as you enter the city. Procedures for issuing tube tickets when exhibiting in the "only city". Item for Sale Notification Process. Procedures for the use of public warehouses managed by the Round Table Conference. At all those sites, we're understaffed.

Delay calls for stress, stress causes trouble.

At first those disruptions seemed to have been caused inevitably by an unexpected increase in the number of (earthlings) merchants. In other words, he was reflecting that the responsibility lay with the liaison committee that he had been watching sweetly.

However, in dividing the report, the reality has emerged that the same Western merchant is intentionally applying for multi-stage or overlapping administrative processing.

Someone, or someone, is trying to overload the system. Karasin confirmed that the "Adventurer" guild, "D.D.D." and "Black Sword Knights", which are hitting the city's guard (Shichikura), are overheating with rapidly increasing hustle and temper handling. and, at the same time, the Flying Language, which blames the incompetence of the Round Table Conference, has been confirmed throughout the city.

Things were here or Minori contacted Shiloe with Karasin's permission. I fear the harm of not sharing information.

And now, Siroe's decision to poke around the information is that he's under "some attack," and unfortunately, Minori's prediction would have been backed by Siroe.

"Will Minori return to Lord Shiloe?

Karasin's question was as expected. So Minori also shakes her head as planned.

I'm not going back to Mr. Siloe.

"To?"

"I'm here."

Minori repeats.

The look on Karasin's face is also natural.

If attacked, the herd assembles to its leader. This is a defensive instinct from when humans were animals. It is the same even if it is an Alliance.

Under this circumstance, it is common sense for members to gather at Alliance Leaders and follow their instructions in a group. That's close to a stone before collective discipline or anything. They are unilaterally subjected to a social penetration invasion that they do not possess. Karasin is now starting to gather free members around the Guild Hall.

Not to mention that Minori is still young. It is understandable to Minori that Karasin thought it was' natural 'to return to the wings of Shiloe (the guardian).

But Minori made the decision to stay here.

Minori's ability to keep documents tidy is already at a level common to her as a one-person clerical position. It was, of course, in cooperation with several young people in the Eighth Mall, but it is true that Minori "eradicated" the documents that flooded the office. Karasin won't say no.

As for Minori, I don't think that's a laudable 'big deal'. I believe what I did was just compress the paperwork. Compression consists of ignoring information that is not currently required. I mean, I just ignored some of the work and did the acceleration.

If we intend to use information from this festival in order to carry out similar plans in the future, the documents and statistics will need to be scrutinized again.

What Minori has done is just a coarse check of producing the management statistics needed for the moment and extracting the problems. In that sense, I'm just going through a lot of trouble twice, so to speak.

However, it is also an effective measure to cut through the predicament in front of us with the current small number of personnel. If the facts derived from it depended on Akiba's future, it was all the more so.

Minori takes a big, deep breath, pretending not to notice the worried Karasin's gaze.

(I mean, you're just like me, right?)

The problem is the 'low' processing capacity.

That's a concept that goes with 'lack of resilience'.

Reminds me of the killing and breath-threatening tension that freezes my spine. Slowly loosen the palms, gripping, and consciously circulating the blood. Yes, what Minori now envisages was a massive battle, Reid.

I'm thirsty just remembering and my body cools down.

All you have to do is "array" what you did all over LaGranda, Choushi and Zantreef. Just like Siloe was doing, imitate that look.

"Stay here and do the warehouse job. And the warehouse paperwork, will you carry it all, please?

"Huh? Oh. Right, right.... of course, if you could do it, I'd appreciate that."

Karasin gives instructions to the Talo youth who were nearby.

A warehouse is a warehouse of supplies under the control of a Round Table Meeting. This warehouse group, which small and medium-sized guilds can borrow on a monthly contract, was created relatively early after the Roundtable Conference was established.

In the mutated world since the Catastrophe, the quality of the material affects the quality of the item after creation. As a result, eye-catching purchases on a material-by-material basis became important for producers.

Using damaged tomatoes can only make tomato salad taste bad again. In the past, if I had relied on the item name "tomato" to buy it in bulk from the consignment system and from the "earthlings", there is now an increasing need to check the quality directly with my eyes before purchasing it.

To that end, we needed a large warehouse for storage and large transactions. Many large guilds operate warehouses on their own, but small and medium-sized guilds do not have such health.

The Roundtable Conference had set up and managed multiple large warehouses in response to requests from such small and medium-sized guilds.

During the autumn festival, this warehouse is also open to the "earthlings".

The service itself is necessary, for example, for the (earthlings) merchants who came by carriage. There are not many types of merchandise that cannot be left unattended in the stables of the inn. If the warehouse has been cooled by summoning Tianjin Winter Clothes (the top spirits of ice), the freshness will also be preserved somewhat.

But it is also true that the process itself is cumbersome because it was opened up to the 'earthlings'. I cannot be held responsible for not recording the details of the items I have deposited. In addition, these warehouses, which assume the use of withdrawing a certain amount each morning and depositing surplus items in the evening, do not assume frequent deposits, such as withdrawing them every time they are sold.

To the entity, there is a load far exceeding the processing capacity of the contact point. - This is a typical example of the attack the city of Akiba is now undergoing.

"Minori, you got me covered."

"Yeah, tow ya"

Minori nods to Towya, who walks into the office without even saying hello.

The contact details of each other registered at the top of the friends list were unique to the twins. Because it was so repetitive, mindsets that can no longer be communicated even by unconscious manipulation are reaching beyond direct calls to the realm of consciousness.

"Mr. Karasin. I got you here for backup. This is my twin brother Toya."

"Oh, it's been a long time. I'm sorry, but please."

"Roger that. Minori, me, come on."

Toya greets there too, only unloads the bag and leaves the office. Minori also said, "Where?" I don't ask.

Another office on this floor should be receiving baggage slips from several public warehouses. As I was talking to Karasin earlier, Towya should have headed to get that package.

Eventually, this office, at a speed that doubles before, will begin to bring in various documents. In addition to the reports that arrive from the "only city", even the deposit slips from the warehouse group will be brought into this office.

Parallel processing of those vast amounts of documents in this office where space was opened by organizing the documents for the time being.

That is Minori's chosen battlefield this time.

"Mr. Karasin, this too, please"

Minori turns to Karasin the highly important report he made on hand. The right shoulder is signed "ASAP" in red. Karasin was bewildered, but when he nodded one, he began to run his gaze quickly.

That was such an alliance leader that Siloe valued her practical abilities highly. Even if it's a fire project that Minori can't handle, such as a pile of potatoes being 'doubled out', we'll wrap up the story in the warranty direction with a brief mindset.

Minori is convinced of the condition.

Running back to Siloe at this moment is a 'weak hand'.

It is at this moment when the front is becoming overwhelming that we need to take care of the front lines and stop the collapse.

(I don't know if I can help...)

But right now, at this moment, there's no one in this office. Just Karasin and a couple of "Eighth Mall" aspirations. Adding Minori herself and Toya can only be about five people.

- Despite being at the heart of the Libra Festival, there are only five staff members.

All Siloe was instructed to do was "rendezvous with Towya".

Minori gives thought to the intentions put in there.

The first thing I felt was the message: "The situation currently approaching Akiba is not of the kind of danger that would cause direct physical damage". If that type of danger were to prevail, Siloe would have given instructions to rendezvous with the catastrophe. If I had to, you would have picked me up.

But the next thing I felt was the fact that I was allowed to be free.

That goes beyond simply saying that you have been granted freedom of movement. Minori interpreted that being granted freedom after sharing information that he was being attacked was expected to move as a reinforcement.

Small expectations from distant siloes.

Minori's soul burns up at that possibility that might be a mistake.

(But if it is.... if only a little bit, but Mr. Shiloe is buying it for me. I...)

In this office, trying to imitate Shiloe.

Minori decides so.

Recreate Siloe's controlled battle.

It doesn't make sense to have two siloes in the same place, but if it's this place where there's no siloes, maybe we can find meaning in the whole thing.

The person in charge who continues to receive complaints from the "earthlings" at the reception of the warehouse is the "avant-garde wall actor". Will Karasin be a 'recoverer' in this case, who will try to handle the avant-garde issue in the time they have earned?

If that's the case, it's the best Minori can do right now to shape the information in order to divide the size of the problem, foresee the next hand, and make everything go smoothly.

I can't be an avant-garde or a healer myself.

The ideal is only a high habit, when it comes to what you are doing, to organize the paperwork and to transcribe and distribute its contents in an annex. Minori diligently freezes it, though she remembers the feeling of powerlessness that upsets her gut bottom.

It's only natural for a junior high to be incompetent.

Besides, Shiloe has taught me that frustration and masochism are above all of no use in the field of battle. You can't betray that siloe.

- Battle flow is not 'read'. "Be" in the flow.

I remember the gentle voice of Siloe, who joked and laughed.

(To the stream, 'be' …)

For Minori today, combat was a continuum of paperwork that was brought in one after the other and contact awaiting instructions that popped in with readings. 'Be' to them themselves.

Nothing bothers me.

I don't think about it.

In the document itself and in the resolution itself, it can be transformed.

Following that touch, which I feel only slightly, Minori grappled with the current task in a rush.

◆

The venue for the dinner party was surrounded by a gorgeous atmosphere.

This is the residence of Rainesia, the "Hall of Water Maple". It is a large hall located on the ground floor. "The Hall of the Water Maple" is a building that was purchased by the Duke of Cowen family in Mayhama as Rainesia moved to the city of Akiba, renovating a number of collapsed buildings in Akiba.

The building, which was almost abandoned, had been replaced by a noble mansion style design of the "earthlings", leaving behind the foundation structure.

As an official residence, the hall is built on a considerable scale, even though it has the aspect of a residence in Leinesia, because it may accommodate guests, and often carries out practices such as meetings and evaluation of specialties. Number of halls 3, total number of rooms 80. The number of servants exceeds thirty from time to time.

However, as we welcome the dinner party, which is one of the most important events of the official residence, the number of its staff is unusually swollen, such as the usual thirty. The cooks, bards, and daughters of service called from Mai Hama are not enough, but a massive supply of kitchen staff and various craftsmen rapidly recruited in the city of Akiba.

The only people who responded to the recruitment were actually not the "earthlings".

There are not many cooks, entertainers, and back staff, but the Adventurers also participate. The income level of Adventurers is high. The wages offered by the Rainesian side are of the "earthlings" standard, which I no longer expected the "adventurers" to apply for, but this is the city of Akiba. Sometimes half the "adventurers" were interested in applying for fun.

I guess I feel more than half volunteer. Such "adventurers" work behind a gorgeous feast, but also work with the opposite sex of the "earthlings" they work with and get close or have a bit of a cute relationship, but that's another story.

"Thank you"

Rainesia giggles and gives a meeting to the [Adventurer] in front of her. "No, of course," grumbled the young man, distracting himself from his gaze.

The young man apparently participated in backward support and siege operations during the battle of Zantreef. As for Rainesia, I can only say thank you, but it is precisely in order to thank her that there is a dinner party today.

"Thanks to all of you, both My Hama and the City Coalition have been saved. I offer you my endless gratitude."

Lift your skirt up just a little and bow your head.

When the young man waved at the look, he said, "It's not enough to be thankful. We're the Adventurers, and it's obvious, and we got paid. Well... it wasn't a lot of trouble," he says, blocking it quickly.

The young man who then dyed his cheeks looked uncomfortable, "I hope you don't mind. Because it's absolute!" I put it away, and went away with the blackness.

"You're just kind of a beginner."

"Right...... Really."

Rainesia answers Elissa, who refrained behind her back.

"Adventurers" - I think there are a lot of minded people, especially the youth. A knight is often a romantic thing, but there is not much to immerse ourselves in that "chivalry".

In this regard, the young people of Adventurers often escape in clumps, even if Rainesia gives thanks.

At first I also suspected that they hated me, but now Rainesia also knew that it was not. In the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal", she was called the "Sorrowful Beauty Princess," treated like a ornament and loved its beauty, but in this city of Akiba, it seems, it is similar to it, but it receives a different kind of vision.

If you ask me, the Adventurers are lit up.

Elissa and others said, "Oh, well. Ladies and gentlemen, that's a child-like lighting," he laughed, "but I don't think Rainesia is bad. It makes me feel kind of fluffy and smiling, more likable than it makes me feel poorly.

There must be only 300 invitees in the hall.

2/3 is "Adventurer" and 1/3 is "Earthlings". Some shopkeepers do business extensively in the city, and some young leaders of the Sacrifice Clan manage banking. For today's festival, some of the leading chambers of commerce traders came from the Oriental Territory.

The hall is full of fragrant scents.

The purpose is a dinner party in the welcome, but there was no clue on the part of the cook who is the subject. I hear the cooks from My Hama waved their arms for Rainesia. He creates luxurious and hands-on dishes to show off to Akiba's Adventurers.

Fish soup and veal with raspberry sauce are "rediscovered" dishes. They are traditional dishes that lead to Zantreef, but were previously made on the Item Creation menu before the Revolution.

As for the flavors of the dishes at the time, I can no longer only remember them as if they were misty, but naturally they are a dishless menu and only leave a gloomy impression. So much so that I wondered that I had connected my life with food that tasted good.

But after the Revolution, many dishes became impossible to make. In the item creation menu, you can see the list of ingredients (recipes) that you need to create, but you don't know what procedure to use to cook the ingredients, and how to cook them, even if they look the same as the dishes made in the item creation menu.

"Catastrophe" would also be cloudy, exposing the ignorance of the "earthlings" from the world. So what we're informed about is the fact that we can't even create things by hand that can be made from the item menu.

But in these circumstances, the Mayhama cooks stood firm. In an attempt to somehow create "local cuisine" where the actual culinary method is unclear, he managed to take it into analogy from the list of ingredients used.

The task of finalizing these cooking procedures is called "rediscovery".

It's quite a necessary task of taste to string old cookbooks together and learn ancient knowledge, or repeat cooking methods with free ideas. Of course, the process was influenced by new findings and advice brought to it by The Adventurer.

That's what I said. The customer seemed more or less satisfied today. Rainesia goes around the venue and introduces the "Earthlings" to the "Adventurers" or engages the "Adventurers" to the "Earthlings".

So far, the dinner party seems to be going very well with good reviews. The bond between the Adventurer and the Earthlings will be the treasure of Eastal, Raynesian grandfather Sergiad said.

I think Rainesia might be.

But that's the result of each other taking care of that bond and polishing it every day. Rainesia thinks that her role is to love that bond. I guess that's the aim of my grandfather who sent himself to Akiba.

Rainesian individuals just want to send a sloppy routine, lazy, neat, or creepy.

"Princess..."

"What's going on? Elissa."

In anticipation of the depopulation waves running out, a samurai, who refrained behind him, speaks to Rainesia. Probably had something to do with the maid's message, which rushed to Elissa earlier, but her complexion is not excellent.

Rainesia made up her mind to wonder if it was bad news.

Lundstad is coming, I've been prepared since I heard.

At this dinner party, Rainesia has not greeted Lundstad. It is said that I have not visited the venue yet, but that is why I can also say that I have been waiting for the visit.

"It's bad news."

"... I don't want to hear it, but I will"

"Sir Lundstad, but he's on his way here right now, and I was wondering if you'd be in the hall in ten minutes."

"Yes."

That's predicted.

Heavy, pressured information, but not so bad news.

"So..."

"What's going on?

Rainesia urges the continuation with an attitude of approximation.

"Actually, Sir Lundstad was off Akiba by boat, but with a fair amount of supplies. You said you wanted to carry that package into the warehouse. Come on. But......"

"Is there a problem?

"Yeah, it's probably a sudden story, and it's a lot. - In the first place, warehousing is a service originally intended for adventurers."

Elissa says like she's in trouble.

That would naturally be the case. If anything goes wrong, we have to get on with Lundstad's consultation. It is Rainesia's duty to bridge the "earth man" with the "adventurer".

The venue's stirring voice becomes stronger.

A large number of missions must have arrived. Apparently, Lundstad has arrived.

Rainesia, with Elissa, crossed the orchestral flowing hall as she gave an interpretation to The Adventurer. One magnificent nobleman came in through a large kannon-opening door.

Rainesia had no face-to-face knowledge, but he would definitely be the nobleman of the "Holy Empire Westlande", Lundstad.

"Welcome aboard,"

Rainesia pinches her skirt fluttering with graceful tricks and bows her head respectfully.

In the aristocratic society of the "earthlings", Rainesia's position is extremely delicate. As the daughter of the Cowen family, the largest nobleman in the East, she is in a position to receive strong respect. Also, out of its beauty, in the social world, I had gathered my longings all together as a princess of roses.

But she is a woman, and she cannot hold ostentatious public office with a woman in an aristocratic society.

Rainesia lives in the city of Akiba, which, of course, is essentially an official business to hold between the "earthlings" and the "adventurers" and to create a basement for the various negotiations, but is also ostensibly an announcement such as "caution against arbitrariness that went unauthorized to the" Alliance of Free Cities Eastal "to seek reinforcements from the" adventurers ".

Rainesia, in fact, holds a place in the city of Akiba as a representative of the East (the Landlords), but has no public status whatsoever. "I am cautious in a separate mansion, daughter of the Cowen family".

Naturally, Lundstad, the great aristocrat of the "Holy Empire Westlande", can't help but break his knee deeply.

"Oh, this is beautiful. If I remember correctly, you're Princess Rainesia, the son of the Corwen family."

"Yes, Master Lundstad. Thank you for coming to our banquet tonight to celebrate the fall festival."

Rainesia laid her eyes down softly, perfectly covering her insides.

To be honest, my first impression is bad.

You can call that the worst, too. Lundstad was a clay-faced nobleman with a white razor. As a offering to his grandfather, Rainesia had several face-to-face encounters with the nobility of the Holy Empire Westlande, but she also feels the physiological deviation that she feels each time in this Lundstad.

When it comes to inheriting old aristocratic cultures, the "Holy Empire Westlande", much more conservative than the east, is often perfumed and red, even for men. Of course, some people look good, but the makeup is timed and different from the customs of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal.

Rainesia doesn't have a hobby for taking other people's beauty and ugliness that far. But to Lundstad's, it seemed more like a result of a certain inwardness than just a simple appearance problem.

It's a wonderful feast.

"Yes, thanks to you"

However, as a daughter of nobility, Rainesia has had the experience of exchanging words with various diplomats and envoys. No matter how you don't care, you're the one who leaves in less than an hour. There's nothing meaningful about putting it on your face.

Rainesia knew there would be no problem if she lay her eyes down and smiled a little troubled.

"But what do you think? I think it's just a little disorderly."

"What do you mean?

Rainesia raises her gaze only slightly to the voice of the aristocracy, which contains a sniffling laugh.

"No, what about nobility going out to the same feast as civilians, etc. Are you calling it the Oriental Rigidity that draws the blood of Yi (Ebisu)? Ha ha.... This is what I told you to stay away from. Kuku."

"I don't know anymore. The land to the east was negligible for every elegance around it, and this was the kind of feast. I don't know if it suits your mouth, but how about some East Wine?

The kind of rhetoric I despised was never something I was used to hearing, but it wasn't enough to overhear. Many of the Free Cities Alliance are local urban states conquered at the time of the establishment of the Westlande Dynasty. Because of this, long before the "Westlande Dynasty", it has been lightly treated as a lowly, barbaric area from a large city in Miyagi in the west.

Even so, Eastal and others are still the same. When it comes to Esso and so on, there is a history of being despised as an untouched barbaric land. After Ezzo gained independence, he named the Empire and reinforced his opposition to Yamato Central.

Rainesia pours liquor into a cup of lundstard offal with too many decorations and difficult to understand clothes. Lundstad touched his silver hair when his eyes narrowed inadvertently to that Leinesia.

I get angry with Mehrari around Rainesia.

Adventurers close to Rainesia and Lundstad. A young warrior in armor with a glass in his hand or a swordsman with a machete on his hips turns his sword swallowing gaze.

What that gaze means is, "Shall we do this rude shiloh pig?". To them like that, Rainesia laughs at them, tickling and small inside.

The Adventurers are truly as vast as free birds. I am glad that Leinesia is now able to understand their thoughts in this way.

But Rainesia apologizes for that silent offer with only her gaze. Because of their tenderness, there are offers that should not be sweetened. I would not have done harm to the great aristocrats of the West, and I could have predicted this degree of adhesion.

Sweet to the Adventurer, this aristocrat can be good, lumped out, and if bad, truncated. It's an unfortunate ending for the West, the East, and the Earthlings and the Adventurers.

I'm prepared to go out with as many people as I want to dislike.

That's what Rainesia thinks.

Anyway, I like it. I feel confident listening from right to left. Leinesia is still practicing sleeping with her eyes open, although it hasn't been a success.

"Well, fine. Princess. In the meantime, you want us to have a warehouse. Some of the things I've carried are seafood. I don't have a problem with freshness."

"Yes, we are contacting you now, please wait a moment"

Rainesia lowering her head softly.

But Sir Lundstad blocks Leinesian's words with a clearly disdainful look.

"Ha! What are you talking about, princess? You must have already made a written request for this, right? I have also sent the same document to Lord Sergiad of My Hama and even received a reply."

"Huh?"

"Are you ready to accept it? The merchandise is the finest that will also be unloaded to the Saigon family of the Holy Empire. It's not something I want you to treat lightly. Do you understand?