Log Horizon

"No, you can't. I can't help it."

"Line up, line up!

"Yes, I'm keeping the paperwork here. Yes, yes."

It's gorgeous. Voices go out.

The Lord of Voices is the beautiful girls of old.

Due to the nature of the game, women are basically cute or beautifully shaped, both the characters the players handle and the characters who cross the city. Adjectives such as sinister, well-dressed, cute, etc. are attached in the case of men.

Beyond that, if a certain number of women get together, they'll all be beautiful, especially if it's an "adventurer," but this glamour was beyond degrees where I did it.

Siroe sneaks a sigh during the "Countermeasure Headquarters", which was quickly installed near the entrance to the exhibition hall.

This isn't the first time I've seen girls working hard for Souzillo. Falling in love with vulgarity, women become beautiful, etc., but that is the truth. Cheeks look fine, eyes moisturized, and soft looks more attractive, Siroe interprets.

But Soujiro's surroundings - they said the SS was, on top of that, a flair that was flying heartmarks from all over the body. The aura is also in the voice and contains honey-like sweetness.

(This is more than I expected)

At the top of the Buddha, Shiloe looks around the venue.

Around the Great Hall, girls with blue armbands are queuing up and, in some cases, negotiating with [the earth] merchants and advising them.

The behavior was smooth, handy and made me feel hundreds of hours skilled in training time.

Of course, you couldn't have taken that long.

It is all the power of the Souzillou SS, whose siloe swept with his mouth. External observation doesn't make any sense, but they were a highly organized group.

Moreover, more and more people are being contacted by chanting.

To the best of Shiloe's knowledge, there are currently more than thirty combat guilds, the Westwind Brigade, for which Soudirou serves as Alliance Master, but from what I can tell, there appear to be more than fifty women participating in this operation.

"Shiloe Staff"

A girl with a firm expression calls out to Siloe.

Apparently, at some point, Siloe's treatment was to be called 'staff officers'. It is because Souzillow made the offer "so that the instructions at the scene follow Senior Shiloe".

"Five new people have arrived. Platoon formation ready for launch."

A crisp report is smooth and sophisticated.

Even in a large guild, this is not the case with a fumbled member.

"Ah."

Siloe searches for words.

I know exactly how complex and subtle my expression is right now, not to mention the maneuver I created myself.

"Where's Souzillo?

"Ha. Master Saw is now on a day in the hall...... patrol. Side by side is the fourth platoon."

Siloe gazes at the window and weighs the time. It will be time, we should move on to the next step.

"Then contact Souzillow. After returning to the countermeasure headquarters, he will rendezvous with the 5th Platoon, following a 45-minute in-hall patrol. The fourth platoon shall take over the tasks currently carried out by the fifth platoon, namely the direct guard of the headquarters and the reception assistance.... then there are three new arrivals each, forming a new platoon. Get this one on the city's patrol."

"Yes, sir. Wow, wow."

To the girl who suddenly turns bright red, Siloe puts her neck up.

"We, the 5th Platoon, are going on patrol with Master Soo, as instructed by General Staff Shiloe."

To that recitation, several SS members who were watching this one - that is, the girls of the 5th Platoon - raise an irresistible yellow voice.

"With Master Soo!" "This is my first time," "What do I do, I'm not wearing cute bread," the girls leaking a squeaky, cling-loaded whine. My eyes are about to get heart-shaped through moisture.

Their perception is more or less correct.

This operation, devised by Shiloe, is a watering down of field personnel, feeding a pre-construction group date of patrol security with Souzillow….

Together with platoons of three to four, Souzillow is slowly patrolling this exhibition ready for sale venue full of autumn and winter food. Since you are instructed never to rush, the action is the date itself - I have instructed Souzillo to purchase gifts of up to twenty gold coins per person. You should put all the money on the Round Table Meeting.

When I came up with it myself, as a siloe, I said, "This is a name! With the flicker," Hey, are you going to do well with an operation like this "also existed. But the result is that it shows effects beyond imagination, as it now functions in the hall.

I don't know much about Shiloe either, but the Soudirou SS boasts iron ties (that's what the girl I was talking about was so proud of). Whatever, the chain of command appears to exist in a pyramidal fashion, from being Saw's sidekick (chief manager) to being a new recruit (Newbie staff).

I used that chain of command to organize my corps organically, and now I handle the problems in this hall with one hand.

Six other platoons are patrolling and preventing trouble, even as the Souzillows are slowly walking.

If there's going to be a nasty argument, I don't care if you read to yourself, or threaten the merchants to continue the conversation in the presence of the Round Table Conference, Siloe says.

At first, I was still wary that the merchants or detectives of the "earthlings" might increase the noise, but with the attractive girls against them, the "earthlings" would be different, the trouble was almost eradicated.

Anyway, the girls are so motivated.

He literally changes the color of his eyes to continue his disciplined and unafraid patrol. So stay honest, gentle and impeccably venue friendly.

If you join this volunteer, maybe you can get close to Soujiro. How can I not stop imagining? In front of them, who are on a serious patrol, the soudilow appears every once in a while. Moreover, it is a patrol led by a different platoon, as every time. That would also increase your willingness to work.

Of course, Siloe's biorhythm (exuberance) is in an unlimited decline compared to those of her who are on the rise in adrenaline rather than motivation.

It's not like I envy Souzillo or want to build a harem, but the word unequal society comes to mind when I can show a clear difference so far.

Surely Soudirou is a good young man. Calm and gentle, gentleman, definitely dependable in battle. In the meantime, I understand the rationale that what is so neat and clumsy makes me crave asylum...

Nazna and Wing spoke cordially and politely about what was so fascinating about Saudirou when he was once at the Tea Party of the Prodigal.

But still, it is unclear.

Is it possible to have something like this just because of what you said?

It is so popular that I suspect it may be some kind of scam or, if not, sorcery. Even though I am not envious, only anger exists. Totally strange, Siroe thinks.

"Staff, which, nice to meet you, just took office, so, uh, sixteenth? Yes, it's 16th Platoon."

Seeing a rising girl in an upright immobile position in front of her, Shiloe reconfirms the strangeness she had felt earlier.

(I wonder what these girls are going to produce? Love is really weird, isn't it? A human being is, after all, some kind of genius. close to hazardous materials, though)

I think of Souzillow.

The line is a little thin, I love that kind of battle. There is no shortage to make friends with. I wonder if that would be a good idea, but is it different from a woman's point of view?

"Okay. Platoon 9 to Platoon 18 will now be out on city security."

"Is it city security? It's the new team."

I nod appropriately as a siloe to a girl who seems excited and happy for some reason. Shiloe understands that dealing with this Nori woman involves not putting in wasted scratches and not defying them.

"Ah. Master."

Akatsuki speaking up. Akatsuki takes an alternating look at Shiloe and the booth of the Three Moons Alliance. The look on your face that looks boring is probably the result of the outfit you're wearing.

"What's up?

"Um... are you leaving? What are we gonna do with the stage promises?

To Akatsuki's words, Shiloe remembers, saying so.

Part of the promise I made with Henrietta was a stage for promotion. Shiloe is probably a prop clerk or something, but I guess Akatsuki is left to guess. This contemporary world-style costume, which would have been worn on Henrietta, is supposedly for the stage.

But now it's a matter of the city of Akiba being attacked.

When I say it's not the other way around, it's not the other way around.

"My lord, did he make a promise...?

"Well, I am,"

(No.... not necessarily?

Siloe thinks as she pushes up her glasses.

If the purpose of 'Enemy' is to target saturated attacks on the processing power of the Round Table Conference, as well as discredit and possibly internal divisions, the Libra Festival should go as planned as possible. That's what I was thinking, Siloe, but modify that thought somewhat.

(There's no way an outside person can tell what 'plans' are in the first place. If it looks like it succeeded, then some adds are fine)

Think of it that way, Siloe's freedom is much higher.

Pack your breath and move the pawn of thought at the timetable in your brain. My hand number, the hand number of other players. Strictly distinguish the information obtained from the unconfirmed information and fill the plate surface one by one.

There are, of course, many unseen phases in a godless siloe. But a finger discloses a lot of information in addition to thoughts for each finger. As the 'enemy' has exposed his roughness from its arrogant ways.

If we add the additional information, the surface that is not visible will also float.

the efforts of each resident. Integrity in the field. Against the backdrop of the festival air, the thoughts of the various forces touring the city of Akiba abound.

The same degree of fingering as yourself is a form of asking yourself for Shiloe, who thinks there is as much in the world. There are so many phases that I can't handle.

Now I can't handle myself on my own in the hands of the 'enemy' and borrowed Souzillow's 'ability'.

And again.

Reminds me of a small fellow voice, contacted by the Producer Alliance Liaison Committee. She left Minori there because she wanted to, but with her thin fingertips, Shiloe feels on the plate.

Siloe hallucinates that the bills are still whispered and blurry, but firmly willed, in the position that Siloe had to strike.

It's Siloe who's contacting Krusty and Isaac to crack down on an incident involving violence in the city of Akiba from one end to the other. Besides that, there are no pawns left to move.

But it is Minori who is beginning to exert great influence among them. I feel the processing speed of Karasin is increasing and obviously the processing speed of the problem is improving

It is a backup shooting at the police force led by Isaac and others, and the power of the Soudirou SS is forced to unravel the slightest margin that it has created.

(if)

More than I thought, I guess the situation is pushing back.

It has not yet reached the point of appearing in form, but the image of contingency convergence is becoming visible. Now Siloe should be able to hit the 'Strong Hand'.

Shiloe turns his mind around about "freedom" noticed by Akatsuki's words. 'Boost the Libra Festival', which does not destroy the Libra Festival timetable, but also performs its unscheduled actions. Hands like that.

Because the 'enemy' way of doing things, spreading loads and spreading gossip, is that ultimately the most effective countermeasure than planning to reduce the cohesion of the city of Akiba is to boost the balance festival to maximize the satisfaction of the participants.

"- My lord?"

Siroe looked up at the worried akatsuki's voice and smiled back. It is the grin of Henrietta's 'tummy' everywhere.

"Uh. Akatsuki? Have Henrietta prepare your costume. Speak to the nearby guilds and tell them to do something about systemic coordination. The one with the nosebleeds."

"Huh?"

"9th Platoon to 18th Platoon. Huh!

"Ha!?

Siloe rises to the reply she has just returned and tells her with an invincible look.

"Going out on the city's guard! I'll take care of it, but thank you. After today's assignment, I will serve a delicious meal at an expense, so I want you to stick around and show me the pity."

◆

Rainesia blues to Sir Lundstad's words.

Understand, not. It still doesn't get to understanding.

Rainesia felt a burning sense of crisis in Sir Lundstad's words.

"Come on, shall we get you ready soon? Princess."

"Huh. Ah... No......"

Rainesia looking back to ask for help. At the end of that gaze, Elissa flies through the maids under her command and confirms a copy of the documents received from Sir Lundstad's men.

"Princess."

"What do you think?

"The paperwork is real. … it's hard to think, but I only think that the processing has been compromised by this one."

Hands off.

Processing leaked.

Hearing the words, Rainesia's brain did not react immediately. And slowly that lapse creeps into consciousness. It had the feel of a freezing cold liquid.

I suppose that means Sir Lundstad hit Akiba on a transport ship and has been interviewing the Leinesian side so that he can rent the warehouse in advance. A similar letter has been delivered to My Hama and a reply has been received approving it.

In other words, Rainesia herself had promised to prepare the warehouse. I lost sight of that in the preparations for the festival, which seems to be the backdrop.

Of course, I don't know what actually happened. Haven't you received the communication itself in an accident of transmission, or has the clerical maid lost sight of it, or has Rainesia let too much businessmanship confuse the paperwork somewhere......

But I don't have time to ask that again now.

Sir Lundstad also possesses a reply from the Rainesian side. There is no such thing as the fall of Rainesia when you are here.

In the first place, Rainesia is the host and obliged to facilitate the guests. The daughter of the Cowen family, who also decided to reside in the city of Akiba, and Sir Lundstad, the western shipping aristocrat, have different positions as individuals in the first place. Also, given the relationship that has conceived the tensions between East and West, I guess there's no other way out of here poorly.

Rainesia is a woman.

According to the customs of the "earthlings" nobility, they did not receive a politically oriented education, but if they are still in the social world, that is all that comes into their ears.

"Huh. What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're not ready? That's why I signed up in advance."

"The..."

Apologizing is easy.

But Rainesia, unfamiliar with these negotiations, can't tell if it's a good occasion to bow her head. I didn't think she'd be lazy if it was going to be this way, if she'd learned more, but still think she could have hit some kind of hand.

I should have naturally had a few excellent civilians spin from Mayhama, to the point of keeping them close by. Of course, I chose an entourage within the limits of my grandfather's forgiveness, but that wasn't enough.

"Is that how Cowen works? Or" Adventurer "- was it eyebrowspitting that you created a cooperative relationship with the city of Akiba?

Raynesia leaned down to a spiral laughing voice.

There are many words I want to say back, but I don't know which one is right or dangerous.

Anyway, I must apologize and handle things peacefully, including guaranteeing shipments. As for the detailed procedure, can we at least defer this issue after the feast now? Rainesia thinks so with a paralyzed head.

"Evening!"

Rainesia, who had dropped her gaze on the luxurious carpet and was solidified to freeze, learns that someone stood before her because of its shaded colour. The back, reflected in the eyes raised as bounced, was wrapped in unfamiliar costumes.

A long-length hooded chock on a shirt made of a soft fabric that the "earthlings" don't know about. The young man was Siloe, the killer who pushed Rainesia off a cliff where he could not turn back on the day of his fateful speech to Zantreef.

"Siloe...... are you?

"I guess this is one of them"

"Excuse me. I'm Siloe, who leads one of the eleven guilds of the Roundtable Conference, the Horizon of Records."

"Siloe...... You don't have a family name? Huh."

"Yeah, I'm an adventurer."

In front of Rainesia, the young man dressed in city attire did not break his floating attitude, even in front of the great aristocracy of the west. Rainesia, stuck in words, still takes half a step. In "Adventurers" who don't know the courtesies and customs of "The Earth", they can't measure what kind of trouble they bring in. She consolidated her determination to be Akiba's shield to prevent it.

But there was a hand that stopped Leinesia's shoulder gently, but with strength that would not allow her to say yes or no. The big, muscular, masculine hand is that of Krusty. Crusty, who stopped Rainesia from behind, looks up over his shoulder and speaks to Rainesia without dropping his gaze.

"Don't worry about it."

I can't read that expression because I'm inhibited by my glasses, but I have a much worse looking grin on my mouth.

"Welcome to Akiba. Sir Lundstad, we have heard rumors about the success of the Spirit ship that employs the Spirit as a power engine and its arm in shipping."

Lundstad's eyes only slightly enlarge the glittering siloe words. But the ironic mouth only says "thank you" as it is. This, from the courtesy of the "earthlings", was such an attitude that it was close to ridicule.

Obviously, if we think of Shiloe, and the fact that Shiloe named him a constituent member of the "Round Table Conference," Rainesia finds herself so irritated that her cheeks get hot at that attitude that she also mocks Akiba's "Round Table Conference.

Siloe doesn't seem to care at all. In the first place, maybe you don't know anything about the courtesy of the 'earthlings'.

"So, what happened? Miss Elissa? Where?

"Yes, Mr. Siloe. … this is how it happened"

But such frustration is also watered down by the words of Shiloe.

With a pompous look, Rainesia became the feather of watching her own samurai show Shiloe her earlier writings. I didn't know they knew each other. Elissa has the look of a scuffed bitter bug, but she still pays nothing but respect to a young man named Siloe.

"Oh, hmm.... well, that could have happened (,,,,,,,). Mostly.... Hey, Michitaka."

Siloe called out to the big man in the venue, without even the hassle of speaking. Slowly approaching that voice was Michitaka, the guild master of IOM and a "blacksmith" with a body like a bear. Michitaka to come closer and have a meeting with me. Shiloe, who blocks the mouth of his greeting, suddenly cuts out an errand for that Michitaka.

"It's not handy. Unhandy or coarse or no product...... Michitaka. Princess Rainesia pokes and says she's in trouble."

"Well. Well, again."

Rather than saying that this young man was impolite, Leinesia thought that he seemed to be either acute or profitable by unusual time. That's true from my first impression, but Rainesia didn't like this young man named Siloe.

I don't like Crusty either, but Crusty is a "bad" that arises from the fact that he doesn't know what he's thinking.

I feel for this young man named Siloe, "If I decide to do it, I guess I'll do any unscrupulous thing. Besides, I don't even lend ears to these words" kind of bad feeling.

Crusty is purely incomprehensible and scary, but when he gets out in front of this young man named Siloe, he feels humbled. Close to the fear Rainesia feels for her grandfather.

"What the hell are you? I'm asking questions about Miss Rainesia's misdemeanor there."

To Sir Lundstad's words, Siloe explains the situation to Michitaka as well when he raises the edge of his lips.

"This big man is Michitaka, one of the eleven guilds of the Round Table Conference, the owner of IOM. - Sir Lundstad is in need of a warehouse by sea carrying luggage. Even though I had received a request letter from Mr. Rainesia to have the warehouse ready, did I forget or lose it? Anyway, it's a failure or something."

Sir Lundstad nods often at the words of Siloe.

"It is. This shipment also includes foodstuffs and precious spices. Left in a hot, damp barn, you must rot in a few days"

Hearing that, Rainesia wants to raise her voice for denial.

I don't remember... but it's also true that I can't help asking you now.

"You've done a great deal of business."

"We will leave ourselves. It's only natural to use the finest ships in our business hall instead of your feet, Siloe."

I guess I cared about Siloe's attitude. The middle-aged aristocrat with the smell of makeup makes an animal laugh that rings his throat.

"Is this Aegil, the new Spirit ship that just took office last month? I only know rumors, but you think it's a beautiful ship that reminds me of swans"

"Hmm. Any more rumors like that in Akiba? I don't know.... all of that ship's luggage will be lost due to Miss Rainesia's fault. Don't you think it's a terrible betrayal, adventurers?

"That's a shame."

(Why on earth would Mr. Shiloe follow Sir Lundstad's words so much? The Adventurer, so I don't care about the Earthlings...? It was no longer about the dignity of Akiba's city.)

"Well. I also came here because Princess Rainesia had business. Akatsuki, Mr. Henrietta"

"To?"

Siloe distracted me and I didn't realize it, but it was a competent woman with glasses and a brunette little girl who was badly treated with her eyes one day during a speech.

"The princess will also help us succeed in this festival, she said. Nice to meet you."

"Heh? Heh?

I'm not sure. Rainesia looks at Elissa on the right.

Elissa shakes her head to the left and right and sighs small. Turning Krusty over her left shoulder with a cut off from her unreliable friend, that Krusty just shrugs her shoulder.

In doing so, a serious brunette girl and a grinning glasses woman captured Rainesia. In an atmosphere of politeness but not letting them say yes or no, he reaches out to Rainesian clothes despite being in front of the public.

"Behold. What!? Huh? Get dressed, I can't do that in a place like this... No, I'm not, and I'm having an important conversation with Sir Lundstad right now. This is important to protect the city of Akiba. Master Crusty! Say something, you are not my knight!!

"- Wasn't that just during the Lords' Conference?

"A knight's oath is such an easy thing to transpose! Do you make this Rainesia think that you joked about it ~ Huh!?

Rainesia cries to Krusty after being attacked by more than half the panic. I could see a white eyeglass knight secretly smiling black, but only about Crusty could get help in this situation.

"Then we'll extend the contract."

"Duh, do something about it. I'll get dressed, get dressed! I'll make it right later, so now, anyway, explain it to Sir Lundstad."

"Mr. Siloe....... ahh. That's what my princess says."

The noise of the smiling Henrietta and the serious Akatsuki, who held Princess Rainesia's arms from both sides, was at some point the object of Hall's attention. Among the hedges surrounding him, Crusty urges Siloe to 'continue'.

"Copy that, Mr. Crusty. … ready."

"Sir Lundstad. I accept the conversation. But the letter has already been sent to Akiba."

With his expression hidden behind his glasses, Crusty made a concise statement in a voice that was never loud, but at a unique time that was unparalleled and impressive to the person on the spot.

Lundstad, impelled by the void, exposes a moment's loose expression, but shouts out loud, as if he had just regained his mind.

"Been contacted by the Round Table Conference!? That can't be right. No.... No, it's a warehouse. Is it something that you can easily prepare? You don't understand. I didn't come by carriage!? Didn't you hear that?"

"The new Spirit ship Aegil, right? But the load is 500 tons. It also has an ice chamber, just like an elite ship."

"Exactly." Adventurer. Where's the warehouse that can carry all the supplies, and where's the temperature-controlled stuff? It's a ridiculous dream story. "

Lundstad releases his arrogance in a picturesque manner. The way he repeatedly slurred his tongue expressed his thoughts.

Rainesia is struck by a chilly chill.

Not to Lundstad's arrogance, not.

About Lundstad without fear. Lundstad, as a [earthlings] nobleman, is too used to others following him. The arrogance of this kind was also found in the nobility of Eastal, but its glory does not apply to the Adventurer at all. If you take a provocative attitude so far, it is never unlikely that Lundstad will be slashed.

The aristocracy boasts great power in [the earthlings] society, but its flesh is not immortal. The Adventurer can wipe out charcoal in less than a tenth of a second.

Not that I sympathize with Lundstad, but then the war could start. The Adventurers could lead their own ruin with their righteous wrath...

(Ah, ahhh. Why should I worry about such a white pig?!?

"What? He said he was contacting the Roundtable Conference. That would be fine. But I heard that the warehouse you Adventurers rent is full of traveler luggage. Do you want this body while you're in touch?"

"I'm sorry, this Raynesian shit"

At last, Raynesia shouts a screaming voice at Lundstad's Nettineering objects, which changed targets to "Adventurer" and "Roundtable Conference,"

"Mr. Michitaka. This is the letter."

But the field freezes with a single letter magically removed by Siloe. I just saw it, but that looked just like the copy Lundstad was swinging earlier.

There was no certainty, but a communication that Rainesia did not have at hand reached the "Roundtable Conference" in the city of Akiba.

And after receiving it, Michitaka nodded to Eagle Deep at first reading.

"... would you also arrange a trolley to carry your luggage?

On top of that affirmative expression of intent that only seems cheap, Michitaka shrugs her shoulders when she smiles a manly fat grin.

"No way......"

"I do, about a warehouse.... 500 tons, right? It's not a lot. The privately owned warehouse of IOM has several times the floor area of the public warehouse under the Round Table Conference. Did you think I was already flat on a traveler's opponent? - Or did you think Adventurers wouldn't help the Earthlings?

"Eh."

In Michitaka's words, Rainesia grips her fist tightly.

Will this "adventurer" try to save Rainesia's mistakes? Michitaka is a hard-boiled man who exalted the pride of his adventurers in front of the neighboring (earthlings) aristocracy at the Lords' Conference of the "Ancient Court of Eternal Ice". Raynesia didn't think that he would offer to be so selfless.

(No, not to me...)

Rainesia sneaks a peek at the young man holding his shoulder. Because of the proximity, I can't see that look without looking up, and even if I did, I guess I wouldn't be sure of one right now.

I know that this monster, who doesn't know what he's thinking, feels like he's laughing lightly or flashing, asked Michitaka to do it for me.

"Dear Crusty..."

"I didn't know security was any more perfect. - Physical trouble was prevented, and on the contrary, it was delayed."

Krusty's grunt, Raynesia can't grasp.

"... Master Crusty? That I..."

"Important shield... no, I'm a princess"

To Krusty, who does not lower her gaze, Rainesia unwillingly utters a word of gratitude. 'Borrowed' from this young man only increases his benevolence. Screaming like conscience and pride had a stir and fever at the burden of sweeping up to the snowman ceremony.

But to that thanksgiving, Crusty just returned the unintelligible words, "If it's a thank you, it must be you, Shiloe".

On the other hand, it was Lundstad who got the rugged look.

He throws his gaze at Shiloe as he tongues saggily. Speaking of siloes, I just recieve Lundstad's gaze with a face that doesn't eat much. The great nobleman of Westlande, furiously angry, leaves from the great hall when he leaves the words of his resignation to slap him.

Raynesia felt a nagging force fall out of her legs. Lundstad left. Pride may have been hurt, but keep that life safe anyway. The unexpected result seems to be that less of a relief spine has bubbled.

"Good, this one's finished processing. Say hello later."

"Yes, Master Shiloe."

"Copy that. My Lord."

Like poking that spiritual gap, Rainesia is dragged off as it drifts. Rainesia noticed that her knight, who was supposed to have extended her contract, waved her off small, only after she was stripped of her underwear.

◆

The dinner party in Rainesia had collapsed.

Even as it collapsed, it was a boom.

The front door of the official residence of Mai Hama, used for the embassy, was wide open, and all the invitees flooded the central square of Akiba and, at the same time, interacted with the people who were enjoying the evening festival in the central square. The treats that were prepared were not taken out to the square one after the other.

Of course, that can't be enough for people flooded with squares, and the restaurants facing the squares are all spinning their kitchens in full. Thanks to Siloe's secret announcement that this evening's sales will be all part of the Roundtable Conference, all the food and drinks are being offered to people just to run out of stock.

Because of this, the average level of cuisine and variety has fallen less than Leinesia intended. This would be more like a festival or a florist, rather than a standing dinner party.

But many [adventurers] didn't seem to care much about that.

Looking at Rainesia, who had been led to the square by Krusty, a twist ran between the [Adventurers]. Since that inaugural speech, Princess Rainesia had a face for the Round Table Conference and gatherings everywhere, but it was good to say that this was the first time she had a face directly in the square.

The princess escorted by Crusty lowered her gaze slightly, seeming chaste and still making a perfect grin shamefully dyed her cheeks.

The way it looked was novel, and it was the first beautiful girl to show exactly the beauty of her dreams.

What surprised me was the outfit.

Raynesia wears a denim mermaid line skirt. Above the autumnal young grass coloured shirt is a short bolero-style jean jacket. Long skirts were sophisticated, but casual fashion. Long silver hair braided with black ribbon is shaking on her back.

I guess no one in the city of Akiba expected Rainesia to show up dressed like this, who had only shown up in gothic dresses, indicating that she was a nobleman of the "earthlings".

The square was wrapped up at length.

Leinesia, guided to the south side of the square by a rugged crusty, lowers her back to a large sofa bench built rapidly there.

This large sofa bench is also an item created from a menu of woodworking craftsmen, and the simple Shiroe is ready in 15 minutes.

The square, where the sun was no longer twilight, was illuminated with many pine lights, but the attentive "Summoner" must have summoned it, "Spirit of Light" (Llumiere) fills the surroundings of Rainesia with other doubling lights.

When “Black Sword” Isaac sheathed the trademark sword and told him that the princess could not move from this bench for security reasons, but wanted to share the festival night in this square, and if he wanted, that anyone anywhere could greet him in this Shia, the "Adventurer" bluff grew even bigger.

Nevertheless, the contents are still Japanese.

A bunch of punks that Rainesia called from My Hama seemed reluctant, even as they began playing an old midnight song that was passed down to Yamato, enjoying a festival for each of them.

The first time I turned off my mouth fire and approached it was still Michitaka.

He brings about ten members who were the Lord of the Alliance to visit Shia, made of luxurious sofas and screens, umbrellas, etc. to surround it. Seeing a soothing greeting exchanged with the relieved expression Rainesia, the other guilds seemed to move gradually.

There are many "adventurers" who have signed up to say hello, and Elissa's men move like they panicked.

Looking down at it from the ruined aerial sidewalk overlooking the square, Siloe pours fruit juice tea into a glass from the small pot at hand. Apparently, the attack on Akiba was a paltry one. I guess the starting point of the attack was still Lundstad, the nobleman of Westlande, who withdrew at a dinner party in Rainesia.

(Well, that short circuit makes it hard to call it a mastermind.)

Nevertheless, we cannot be alarmed that the attack has now ended.

The vigilance phase of the festival has now remained raised. Isaac, the security forces led by the two Krusties are still controlling the moments that are likely to develop into violent shakedowns, focusing on the entry and exit of Akiba's city.

Also a women's unit led by Souzillow. This one continues to patrol mainly with vigilance around commercial and erotic shanty events.

Siroe, entrusted with his staff, intermittently enters into regular contact and wishing to instruct him on how to solve the case.

In this way, we continue to observe at the point where we look down on the square, for the reason that we are standing by so that we can move at any time in response to the communication that we have said so.

But Shiloe herself didn't worry much about it this time.

The attack on processing speed and the credibility of the Roundtable Conference is in any case a sort of agitated attack. Confusion is an effective tactic because it is unintentional or unknown from the opponent, and now that the Roundtable Conference has taken action, we cannot hope to have such a significant effect.

Of course, there are worse scenarios, but I can't help prying right now. Sometimes you can't hit all the hands you want, some passive battles. Cutting through the duration of the festival while being vigilant would be the most appropriate option to choose from at the moment.

(I don't have to pry, I'm sure they'll attack me.)

Under the eyes of such a siloe, the movement of the hall continues.

Food and drink and the crowd around Princess Rainesia remain intact, but new music and crowds are occurring. On both sides of the cobblestone path leading from the guild hall is lined with sloppy Soudirou SS, the center of which is wide open.

It was Marielle walking at the head of that space.

An innocent smile as light plunges into the wavy green hair. He walks up to bounce his charmingly swinging big breasts in a neatly designed jacket press-wrapped.

It may be disqualified as a fashion model, but it seemed to be coming to the tip of the stage-substituted aisle and waving in all directions.

(Sister Mari, not at all. Honestly, it won't snap)

Siloe feels like she's going to have a headache or be encouraged by the trick. Then it was Henrietta, and Akatsuki, who showed up.

Henrietta, who usually wears girl hobby clothes, and Akatsuki, a black sneaky outfit. But only today can that serve no purpose. The two wear rolled skirts in a casual tunic with a little ethnic flavor, recommended by the Mitsuki Alliance. The two of you in a misarranged costume look like sisters away from home of the year.

- Let's not shut up about looking like “years away” sisters because of their back lengths. Seeing Henrietta set a gorgeous turn as she held up a less akatsuki of excitement and cheeked, Siloe laughs small and decides.

Little aware of the audience's gaze (which might have been fortunate for Akatsuki in that sense), the two of them were squatting together, but Marielle prompted them to get off the stage, they proceeded towards the square.

When you shake off the perimeter you are taken aback and stay close to Rainesia, you pull that arm and make him stand up. It was a Marielle-like attitude that didn't scare people.

Marielle and the others start to twirl as they take Rainesia out into the square as it is.

This show will allow you to touch so many people's eyes rather than go in the hall. The lights thrown by Firebird and Thunderphoenix resting their wings on the roof of the Guildhall building illuminated the sides of the people, and repeated applause seemed like a tidal wave to return.

Raynesia is baffled and looks around grated, but it's still a gain to be a beautiful girl around. Even if you're dressed in the kind of fashion you'd normally be unfamiliar with, like you see in the city of Earth, smile with sorrow and you'll look so good that there's nothing more to it.

"Siloe,"

"Tired, Minori"

To a reluctantly hung voice, Shiloe raised her gaze from the square under her eyes. From the guild hall, Minori, who has walked on the aerial sidewalk, has a proud, delightful, still reluctant, tail-dropping, intricate look.

I didn't know what this little fellow was thinking, but I do know what role he played in the uproar of the day.

It was beside the Karasin, and it partitioned the affairs of the Head Quarter, which supported the handling of the entire disturbance. That's a burden equal to the work of the Full Raid Recovery Squad.

"Sit down."

"Oh, but..."

To the reluctant Minori, Shiloe shows next to his sitting wooden bench. To the minnoli, who somehow frightens him, Siloe brushes another glass removed from the bag and pours the same fruit tea as her own.

"... that."

"Thanks. So, good job"

"Ha-ha-ha"

Minnoli, whose voice flips and spine stretches in a straight line, is funny, and Siloe laughs a little. Does Minori know? the value of the work you did.

Minori, holding a glass with both hands, swallows a small bite as they linger. From under their feet, at the end of their sight, there is a lively festival illuminated by many sweet potatoes, "Fluorescent Lamps" (Baglite Lamps) and summoned magical creatures.

At least a fraction of the buzz was protected by Minori's hands.

That's a small hand, Siroe thinks.

The muscle strength of the Adventurer is completely out of proportion to the appearance.

But that's not what I meant, but in the little hands of this middle school girl, I was ready. It is a readiness to defend one's place.

When I heard from Minori that he was "helping work with the" Producer Guild Liaison Committee, "I felt unexpected and fell somewhere. I was in the guild with Minori and I felt the energy I couldn't hold onto the inside of this little girl.

Its bouncing energy is the same for my twin brother, but I think Minori was lost in choice compared to Toya choosing his artisanal physical path as soon as possible. But I guess the will to not have the direction in Minori could not stay that way forever.

Minori, in this battle, in that place of his own choosing, produced more results than Siroe wanted. Minori and Shiloe, who are in the "Producer Guild Liaison Committee", did not try to forcibly rendezvous. If I called them in, I knew they would help me with command aids, chores, etc., and honestly they were attractive, but then I felt like Minori's voice was a waste.

(He's much stronger than me...)

Siloe sighs herself mocking inside. If I remember when I was in middle school, I just want to cover my eyes.

There's a past self out there that can't find the strength that's open on the outside, like it's in Minori. It reminds me of myself that I was a typical over-conscious “painful middle school student”. I consider myself good looking like someone else, and I don't even realize that “different” part of it actually looks like someone else, middle school siloe.

Just a reminder, embarrassing.

"Um, Mr. Shiloe..."

"What?"

"Aren't you going to say hello? Well, isn't Log Horizon the only guild that hasn't made it to the Round Table to say hello?

Siloe shrugs her shoulders vaguely.

"We just met."

The word has been in the air for a long time, but eventually it is cancelled by a boiling cheer from underfoot. Did some guild even announce it in novel costumes? Minori added a new question after a fairly long time to Siroe, who had cleared his ears of the reports brought from the readings and had at times responded briefly.

"On purpose...... what is it?

"Yeah."

"... sorry. Mr. Siloe."

Minori has bowed her head like she was embarrassed.

"It's not enough to apologize."

"But me. I took care of you and tried to get Mr. Shiloe out to dinner... Come to think of it, you don't need that. Eleven guild Shiloe can't possibly get an invitation, can she? I mean, from the beginning, Princess Rainesia hated me."

That was no longer a question, it was a confirmation.

(Really, she's a savvy daughter)

It would not be the most difficult measure to discern. There are many other people who have noticed the Round Table Meeting. It is also an operation that cannot be formed without some fellow discerners.

"Mr. Crusty is better off with the princess. It's more convenient to have someone who likes you and someone who doesn't like you to move the story. Even thinking about the future."

……

"The princess's position is at stake. That beauty, that upright temperament, that unspoiled sincerity, we're all in sympathy now, but that's not permanent at all. Also, although the princess now likes the city of Akiba, even then she doesn't know how long it will last.

The relationship between the "Earthlings" and the "Adventurers" has, of course, shown significant improvement. But in the city of Akiba, that's still not stable. I guess someone should play the role of abusing the princess and collecting sympathy votes. For the inside, for the outside - it's convenient. "

Of course that's an operation on the assumption that Crusty will follow the princess's feelings. Crusty, who guessed it, had a grumpy look, but had no choice. That's what I call it. Assuming you are an Adventurer representing the Roundtable Conference, it would be troublesome if you didn't carry the load to that extent.

Besides, from what Siloe saw, what Crusty wouldn't like would be being danced on Siloe's measures. Krusty herself sees Siroe as helping that princess in the end, even if she lets it go.

Maybe I don't like being seen through like this.

And...

Siloe gazes at the limit point of her thought vision as she begins to flow. In vague future expectations, which can barely be peeked at by intuition, Siloe is recognized as worthy of retaining this position.

The city of Akiba needs Crusty.

For Crusty, 'cause I need that princess - I think.

"Mr. Siloe... is that good?

"Why?"

I was wary of my surroundings parallel to my thoughts, part of my consciousness picks up Minori's words and inserts only thoughts. Minori has a troubled, spicy, sad look.

"Because..."

Minori staring at words. I've tried to wait for the rest of the explanation, but there are no words to follow.

"Oh, yeah. With regard to the disadvantage suffered by the" Horizon of Records "? … At one stage, I am thinking, for example, of asking Chief Chan Tai for a quote and asking Princess Rainesia to say hello individually. A proper dinner party or something. Of course, I'll have Minori go too, so I think you should give it a try. You know, empty clothes in the meantime, they were cute."

In the words of Siloe, the colour of Minori's distress darkens.

Shiloe scratched her head if she missed the response. Apparently the words didn't bother you or there was an error of direction.

(In the first place, it's a little more long-term perspective and information disclosure, and it's difficult to predict such a close range and near future…)

"Isn't it hard for Mr. Shiloe himself?"

……

Siloe devotes thought resources to Minori's words. If you ask me, it might look like Minori. The possibility of having such feelings in external observations should also have been considered.

"Oh, that's not true. This is how it works."

……

Thanks again, that sounds unacceptable to Minori.

It's just planningly necessary placement and qualification.

Minori, who was pulling her lips together, was really serious. Big eyes in tears, cheeks stained red and nervous, eyebrows bouncing like angry, express their willingness not to pull a step.

"Minori helped me at the Producer Alliance Liaison Committee this time. Minori did something more worthwhile than ten more practical people in the field. Minori was great."

To the words of Siloe, a minnoli that puffs his eyes.

"It's just like that. Minori.... If you have something to do in front of you and you can do it and want it, you can make it work. You can put your chest up. If you can connect to something by doing that, I think that's fine... Well, I'm not sure I deserve to say this."

Minori looks in trouble.

I can't help it. Even Siloe doesn't say this knowingly. Rather, it equals knowing nothing. I don't deserve to say this to Siloe, who was running away because of the trouble involved in the Alliance.

Even if you look modestly, it is the line of those who have led their guild for a long time, such as Michitaka and Crusty.

But Shiloe got company, too, and that's a little bit of what I found out the first time I built my own guild. Even if you get stronger by yourself, it's still a ghost. The power thus gained is the strength of a void that goes nowhere. I can't feel the outside world, I can't make you feel it, it's just power as a ghost.

Even the strength gained by just one person is, of course, strength, but in order to use that strength, Siloe thought he needed a companion and a society in order to take advantage of that companion. It's an ambiguous form that we don't know for sure yet, but the Horizon of Records is an important place for Shiloe.

"As hard as Minori's working, so am I."

Minori nods with a troubled, angry, and uncut look. As a siloe, I have no choice but to reflect. In the end, he could only respond to the hard work and questions of Minori, a junior high school student, in a vague manner.

Besides, I even feel encouraged and scolded.

(- Is that all there is?)

This little girl is the prize of the day. I am truly delighted to hear that the meritorious man is a member of The Horizon of Records. I also feel tickled that I've been a little handy with her like that. Being admired for being a senior or a teacher was in a backward mood, but never an unpleasant feeling.

Siloe nodded again as she smiled bitterly.

"I'm good in this position. This is my place.... so I'll work as hard here as Minori"