Log Horizon

Akatsuki, who ran up the gray stairs suppressing his bouncing breath, stopped moving there. I wish I was as straight as usual, but I couldn't do that because I didn't want Siloe to understand my disturbed breathing.

Besides, the costume now is a daughter-like costume that Henrietta was forced to wear. This garment, flickering everywhere, looks adorable, but I don't condone Akatsuki for being too light to be a combat outfit in this world. It's like being defenseless - like walking half-naked.

It is also inconvenient to sneak up on siloes because it is never highly hidden either.

Leaning on the shadow of an ancient tree stuck on the aerial sidewalk, Akatsuki breathes. I don't want Shiloe to think I'm in a hurry.

In the past few days, Shiloe and I had a slightly reduced sense of distance to Akatsuki. I touched Siloe's hair in Guildhall last night. It's more limp than I thought, but it's not like mine, man's hair. Smooth, strong hips, tickles off thin fingertips of acorns. The feel of that siloed hair is still on my fingertips.

Just touching it made me happy, and it was an experience that made me laugh. When I deliberately tell Siloe it's fun with a flashy look on her face, Siloe is something she's been asking back with a puzzled look.

Again, that was fun.

But as a result, the decision to breathe was to make Akatsuki eavesdrop.

There was a girl next to the siloe overlooking the squares lit by a burning fire from the aerial sidewalk. - It's Minori. He is also a companion of the Horizon of Records for Akatsuki.

Its Minori and Shiloe conversations faintly arrive in the wind of the night across Akiba.

'On purpose... what is it?

"Yeah."

'... sorry. Mr. Siloe.'

At first I didn't know what I was talking about.

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."

To that word, Akatsuki's voice is about to leak.

- Are you gonna hate me? The siloe?

That was the kind of point of view Akatsuki didn't even see when he thought about it.

For unexpected interactions, Akatsuki also forgets to speak to Shiloe, only to be able to clear his ears. The conversation between the two tended to be interrupted by the autumn breeze.

Minori's words - I'm going to hate you, Akatsuki to think about, but as I understand the implications, a small chill runs through my spine. Even Akatsuki was listening to Shiloe, so I understood that some sort of glitch had been put out on Akiba today.

I recognize that Siloe prevented it, even without knowing the fine methods.

But Akatsuki never thought like Minori.

Like Minori, I never thought about what Siloe thought of everyone.

I never thought about what would happen to the [Horizon of Records] position like Minori.

I never fought for Siloe, away from Siloe like Minori.

- Like Minori, I never tried to save the spiciness of the siloe.

In the thin chest of the acorn, the heartbeat begins to run.

Didn't the siloe I felt so close to until last night get farther and farther away? It's pure fear.

The finesse of being left behind in the dark, like a toddler, stands a groan that is not voiced in his chest.

The siloe goes far.

No, was it far from the beginning?

Was it an illusion that I thought I was next door?

I've been leaning close to it ever since the day I was saved by Siloe. I have called upon him to be my lord, to be his shadow, and to wave a sword to protect the siloe. On the other hand, I've felt myself being protected by Siloe, but even that felt good.

But the only thing I thought I was protecting was Akatsuki.

(Suddenly, I don't understand my lord that way...)

It was hard to admit that.

Said to be inferior to that junior high girl who is one of the same guild.

The bitterness, the bitterness, admittedly, of losing, was accompanied by a sense of falling as the earth beneath his feet freezes and crumbles.

Even Kunai, whom Akatsuki had unconsciously gripped, is now shaking powerless. Akatsuki didn't even notice.

about your limitations and what they mean.

Assassin certainly boasts the greatest offensive power in all classes. Akatsuki himself, in battle, has had pride and continues to drill. Its Attack and Solo Combat abilities will be at the top of all Adventurers. But even if the upper hand is the upper hand, it is only the upper middle.

Akatsuki has no experience in large-scale combat participation.

I can't help it either. As a solo player, she has lived a lonely life that does not belong to any guild. In order for a solo player to participate in a large-scale battle, the only way to do so is to have him picked up by recruiting vacancies and temporary participants for a major guild. There are ways to belong to a special group like the Tea Party of the Prodigal, but this is a very promising example. There is a considerable amount of work involved in collecting and creating a group of "adventurers" unrelated to those guilds. Then it's easier to earn fame if it takes less effort to start a new guild.

In the first place, large-scale combat is a highly challenging style of play that requires teamwork and repetitive practice against combat. Doing so outside of a fixed member only means reducing the overall success rate. The fact that a massive guild = a massive battle is quite corroborating.

Shiloe, Nhata Tai, and direct successors were solo players or belonged to small guilds, respectively, but are super-class "adventurers" trained in the highest environment of the server: the "Prodigal Tea Party".

In comparison, Akatsuki is, of course, a first-rate solo player with training to the limit, but not "super first-rate" in terms of its equipment adequacy, collaboration proficiency or knowledge.

(Am I a Nice Thing...)

My body, hugging me, is trembling in small pieces.

The fighting techniques that I have relied on, which I was breathing about defending Siloe with this, are not super first-rate. I knew it, but the fact that I double-checked it shattered Akatsuki's pride.

But that's all I need. Massive combat is a challenging style of play that requires a large number of people to work together. What an inexperienced 'adventurer' that would be countless.

However, the level is still low, and a Kanagi (Kanagi) is trying to line up next to Akatsuki's master in a way that doesn't stop him from thinking either. That was a shocking fact for Akatsuki, who has spent a different world around it with pride in combat technology.

"- Minori did something more worthwhile than ten more practical people in the field. - Minori was great."

Siloe's voice refrains.

A girl named Minori had just spotted the idea of a siloe or fought on her battlefield to reduce the burden of a siloe. A girl, only a junior high, who did not reach half the level of Akatsuki, waved the power she could and climbed to a height where she jumped over Akatsuki. And on top of that, Minori worried about Siloe.

Siloe's loneliness that Akatsuki never imagined.

She tried to comfort herself.

Akatsuki was beaten by the fact. Factual recognition, like broken glass, devoured the chest, and took the words that hung on the silhouette from Akatsuki.

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The dinner party collapsed and turned into a feast in the square, but it would cloud that it was welcomed in favor of the inhabitants of the city of Akiba in general.

After exhausting her strength, Rainesia was restless on the boulder at the end of the day, but she had a reputation for being cute when she broke down into a bench and waved small. Beauty is whatever it takes to gain.

On the other hand, Shiloe said that the dinner party on the second day stayed that way and took a look at Minori. And even so, because Shiloe was still a "staff" role in the security system, I was able to skip reading from the aerial sidewalk, but only to the extent that I occasionally talked to Minori.

And that night dawns and the festival celebrates its third day.

During the day of the last day, all the Shiloe and the others gathered at the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon), and because it was a festival, it was meant to be a "city only" sight.

Unlike the Autumn Clothing Exhibition, The City of Only begins with weapons and protective equipment, furniture, guild house facilities and conditioning. And even books and scrolls. He starts groceries and monster drop items and sells really different things.

From a distant city, there were also a large number of "earthlings" of pedestrians who came for this "only city".

Nyata and Shiloe looked to see if there were any village merchandise they had missed and stopped by on their way home from that Suskino, but couldn't find it. Instead, Chan Tai seems to have bought a wonderfully made, salted pork rib.

With all this product, it would be normal, but the member's appetite was also fully open. Toya bought a new Red Yarn Wei (Akai and Odori) star helmet (Hokabu), and her direct line was buying potions.

Minori and I were consulted by Chan Tai to open up guild funds even as a siloe, so I bought a shared tank and a couple of carpets. There seemed to be a need for a variety of supplies for the winter, many commodities and I couldn't help but look around.

Akatsuki, who finished last night's feast, was, as usual, back in his plain costume of blackening. Today, the third day, he is back in his usual grumpy, frivolous look, and back in his siloed guard system without saying anything. It's a festival, so I don't have to be so plain, Shiloe thinks, but Akatsuki still seemed to have Akatsuki's obsession.

Akatsuki, who saw tiredness in the morning, also seemed to get back on track in the afternoon after being teased by his direct successor. The sight of putting a flying knee kick in its face, cursed as a direct idiot, is also familiar every time. These days, siloes can be watched with a bitter smile.

As Siroe expected, the attack on the Round Table Conference was no longer felt good enough to say the least. Attacks of this type are difficult to continue if dealt with. It was also what was expected, and the Shiloes were enjoying their first holiday in a long time.

Eventually the sun sets, and the city of Akiba enters into the Late Night Festival. Following the feast the day before, a full feast was now held. In order to host the Round Table Conference, a number of barrels have been placed in front of the Guildhall, making it a lively gathering for everyone to attend.

On the side of the Round Table Conference, it was intended to use this as an opportunity to implement a number of small and medium-sized guild aid measures. Solo players who still don't belong to the Alliance are solicited. In addition, the issue of the independence of one division of a large guild has also been raised. At the feast, the young (adventurers), intoxicated by alcohol, were making such arguments fought.

Some of the festivals lit by the burning fire will also be attended by Rainesia, who once again put his dress together. Of course, Michitaka and Krusty, Isaac, Karasin and Roderick, the heavy towns of the Round Table Conference, seem to be warming up old relationships with their acquaintances and drying up their cups to connect new edges.

Although there were many troubles, the City of Akiba's Balance Festival successfully completed its mission. My fellow Record Horizons will be fighting each other well in the bright lights and building up their vitality from tomorrow.

The October Libra Festival, which was a turning point for the city of Akiba, thus closed the curtain with little knowledge of the troubles.

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But...

On the last day of that balance festival, in the darkness at night, Siloe was walking alone in the dark, away from the guild members as well.

This was a certain ruin, off the south of the city of Akiba. Behind the iron push-up doors buried in the rubble, the securely damp staircase extends. When this building once existed in the Old Century, boilers and water receiving tanks would have existed there. There are countless pipes crawling on the walls where the concrete has been swept out.

Siloe came here for a reason.

I was going to rendezvous during this festival, to rendezvous with my old acquaintance, Osamu. Osamu, who was asked to explore the information of the "Holy Empire Westlande," is supposing the worst and refraining from contacting himself with the reading. I also planned a rendezvous from the fact that there were some items to hand over, but Shiloe herself had a vague sense of anxiety.

Siloe proceeded cautiously in the light of the weak (magic light) that she invoked with one whisper in the darkness surrounded by silence like the one she had pushed to kill. When you open a door on a metal plate that says "control room," its interior is still a space for humans to spend compared to the outside.

――

"Master Shiloe, isn't he? I am Dariella. I was writing about my journey in" The Earthlings "..."

But waiting for Shiloe in the room was not the person that Shiloe had planned.

Long dark hair that twirls like a wave. Red lips and polished obsidian eyes shine in the outline of the white ovoid. The geometric robes knitted in blue and red appear to be loose even though they are just sitting on the couch with flesh shoved into the volume that seems soft wherever you touch it.

She was a beautiful woman who felt intense magnetism just at first sight.

Beautiful, in the sense that Akatsuki is also a beautiful girl, but the beautiful woman in front of her is comparable to Akatsuki, but has a heterogeneous charm.

Normally, even siloes who are not supposed to pay attention to the appearance of a woman are beautiful, including the seduction that makes them feel intoxicated by alcohol. I can't stop my cheeks from getting hot before I know it.

"Mr. Osamu, who is waiting for Mr. Shiloe, is in a situation where he is unable to move. … so I came here to speak and report on my behalf."

Yes, it was the Adventurer who promised that Shiloe would meet here. He is a Dwarf youth with a small but agile body and not a brunette beauty.

Dariera/Secondary Citizen/Level 10. Having checked the status screen for information in support of his words, Shiloe squeezes his voice out by sifting his head, which looks sweet and sumptuous.

"- I've never heard of that technique. What kind of disguise? Wet feathers."

Dim basement control room.

A painful silence falls between the woman sitting on the couch and the silhouette, which is not even wide enough. In front of a siloe that made her nervous all over her body, the woman, who at first laughed small, continued to raise her voice like a bell ringing by the time.

The woman who twisted herself in the laughter of dullness paints a small seal in the air with her fingertips.

Countless dark pigeons fly from their beautiful dark hair as they inhale the magical lights (magic lights) of the siloe. They blend into the air from a dancing shadow in the universe. I guess those are unknown magical effects.

By the time she was demonic, the beauty of the beauty was intact, transformed into a pitch-black gothic dress like that made of raven wings, with ears and tails dyed with snow white tips.

"Heh heh. Ugh.... how did you know, Master Shiro? There's not supposed to be any information on the" information camouflage. "

"It's an investigation."

Siloe spoke of her strength.

Indeed, the woman in the basement was Dariella, the "Earthlings". The level was only ten. Shiloe is confirming it on the status screen. According to the common sense of Elder Tail, that is a confirmed fact and cannot be overridden. What Shiloe was able to question was the information from a different pedigree source than Osamu and his intuition.

Shiloe was convinced that wet feathers were somewhere in the city of Akiba at this moment. It was unexpected that he appeared in front of himself, but it would still be a likability fact rather than believing that all that beauty was "just (earthlings) writing".

"Is it...? But you knew my name."

Beauty in front of you, wet feathers laugh glossy. Siloe couldn't stop her gaze from being drawn, even as she knew who the other person was.

"Pfft. Master Shiro. - Why don't you take a seat?

Wet feathers look up at the siloe with wet eyes. At that angle, the white throat of the wet feather looked defenseless, and Siloe pulled her mouth to the letter to. Otherwise, I was afraid I'd stare.

"Yes, please don't be alarmed. I... see. I don't have any luggage (magic back), nor am I armed. Today, it's one of these bodies. I'm only here to see Master Shiro."

Wet feathers softly continue to say to the siloe, who sits on guard but lowers her back to the office chair beside the door.

"Isn't it a surprise to be the president of the West?"

I'm not the Führer.

Wet feathers smile.

I felt sorry for the girl when she secretly put her index finger gently on her own lips. Age does not seem to differ greatly from siloe, but beauty remains intact and the atmosphere does not stabilize loosely due to the trickery. If I think she's a luscious woman, she also shows her side like an innocent girl.

It's fascinating, but that's why she was a dangerous woman.

There's a sweet, paralyzing, crazy beauty there, like a white flower blooming in a pitch-black darkness.

Somehow this woman is the guild master of Plant Hwyaden.

There are no more strangers, women who reign at the apex of the immense guild "PLANT HWYADEN". That was the "Western delivery” wet feather.

What happened dates back to when Shiloe inaugurated the Round Table Conference.

In those days, Shiloe was thinking of restoring vibrancy and order to the city of Akiba, which was completely depressed and insecure by the Catastrophe.

Similar situations had occurred in Minami, a western player town, during that same period. It is chaos, sinking and insecurity. And just like Shiloe, there was one Adventurer who tried to change the situation.

That is the wet feather, the beauty who sits somewhat in front of Siloe.

However, neither the vision of autonomy set up by wet feathers nor the means chosen were entirely different from that taken by Siloe.

Wet feathers approached the Saigon family first. The Saigomiya family is the # 1 family in the sequence of the Yamato aristocratic society, which draws the blood of the "Westlande Dynasty", which ruled Yamato in the past. Unlike the East, ruled by the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, the Holy Empire Westlande is governed centrally by the Saigon family and the Duke of Regent, who live in the capital of Kyou.

Of course, this rule belongs to the "earthlings" and is not inherently related to the "adventurers". I have heard that the "adventurers" living in the west have had no interest in the "earthlings" or their nobles, even after the catastrophe.

But only wet feathers were different. I approached the aristocracy and the Saigami family and took in. That method has not been revealed, but only Siloe makes some assumptions. Anyway, the wet feathers, in their "enchantment," entered the "earthlings" and sprinkled the poison.

When Shiloe and the others were on their way to Suskino, the "guards" of the city of Minami were all private soldiers of wet feathers. And wet feathers used the financial power of the "Earthlings" to purchase Minami's Grand Temple Zone.

The right to mighty force and generative usurpation. The wet feathers that got these two, but did not stand in public, proceeded with the plan only quietly, peacefully, and secretly. Her guild, PLANT HWYADEN, had gradually gathered endorsers and had reached a considerable size at some point. Moreover, its members were only proud strong men and ancient ginseng in the west.

And one day, wet feathers make a declaration.

- All Adventurers living in the city of Minami belong to PLANT HWYADEN.

"By a single guild, a city free from inter-guild discrimination".

That was the new form of autonomy that came out of wet feathers.

"I seem to return your word, but you are still the president of the west. No matter how much you leave your practice to the chickens, the mishaps, the Zelduces."

"I'm not leaving it to you, am I? You guys are just doing whatever you want. I do not intend to bind you. I'm just giving you all a place.... you are protecting me instead. Because that's all I want."

The smooth tone of words sounded like a song by Seylan. Sweet whispers seem like a good word, a temptation that can make you feel like you want to hear it forever if you're a man.

- Let me ask you something.

"It's because of you. Lord Shiro."

"I'm trying to help myself."

"... ugh. Ok. If Shiloh says so, let's match your lord. I 'm-"

Following Siloe's urging, wet feathers continued their words.

"I'm here to invite Master Shiro. Go to PLANT HWYADEN. - Next to me. to walk with me, to have me protected."

That voice, chanting up like a dream, echoed in Siloe's ear as if it were an angel's invitation.

◆

"What are you going to do?

"I'll leave it at that. I want to know about Shiro. … it's embarrassing, but I've known Shiro for a long time."

That wasn't an impossible story.

Both Shiloe and Wet Feather are Granteers (Enchanters). "Granting Artist" is an unpopular profession in "Elder Tail", and its playing population does not exist in half of the average profession.

At a time when "Elder Tail" was still a normal game, I wonder if there were 80,000 active players or there on the Japanese server, but as far as Shiloe knows, there should have been only about 2,000 90-level "Granting Artists".

When you are in a certain profession, for example a "conferring magician", the "adventurer" of the same profession is a concern. What kind of equipment are you wearing? What way do you raise them? What way are we fighting? Beyond being a game, techniques, nurturing policies, etc. are easiest to reference by players in situations similar to your own. Speaking of greed, you can learn better from someone who is smarter than you.

This is close to common sense as a gamer.

Think of it that way, out of about 2,000 90-level "conferring magicians" - only a handful of adventurers who belong to a massive guild or something and collect quality equipment in a massive battle. That's about a hundred people. And if it's about a hundred people, it's possible to remember the name.

Now Shiloe has some idea of the name of the Japanese server's ranker class (Granting Artist). So (,,) I also knew about wet feathers.

Wet feathers, like siloes, have taken paths that do not belong to the guild. If you don't belong to a big guild, and you're still an "endowed magician" who takes part in a massive battle and waves your arms, you're a rarer endangered species than Ilio Moteya Maneko. In retrospect, there should also be two or three face-to-face encounters. The industry of 100 for Siroe, an ancient ginseng player, is by no means extensive.

"... I know what Master Shiro is thinking. But that's not true, is it? I didn't know that because Shiro was a confessionalist, and I didn't want him because he was a confessionalist."

"What do you mean?"

Wet feathers do not distract your gaze.

Keep spinning knife-like words as you stare with a lucid glance as you pour something into the siloe.

"In Zantreef, you expressed a new conceptual witchcraft, didn't you? I don't know the exact method. Massive alteration magic. Master Shiro is special, so I thought that much would happen."

"If you say that, Wet Feather, too, right? I don't know how, but I restarted the Intercity Gate. I don't think I'm free to go yet."

Siloe and wet feathers stare at each other in a basement of air so tight that it is possible to touch it by hand.

I didn't think the “contract ceremony" thing was leaking, but if that's what you mean, Shiloe also holds back information on the “coagulation forge" in the west. Cutting back the blade of the directed word, Siloe dazzled the wet feathers.

"Master Shiro is still special. You know everything. - My cheeks are going to burn when I think it's even known in my veil."

The modus operandi of wet feathers dyeing their cheeks with their gaze down to invite them is adorable, but Siloe knew they were all acts. The scary thing is that wet feathers have attractions that make me want to say, 'I don't mind acting'.

"Don't flatter me.... blocking information in the west is your instruction, right?

"PLANT HWYADEN" is a stand-alone guild with strict control. The inner part is finely organized and very highly organized.

I know the title of the wet feather.

Eliminate discrimination by large guilds going to small and medium-sized guilds, restore security in Minami and work together unanimously with a view to returning to the real world. To this end, organisation by a single guild is most efficient. That would be, in a way, true. Siloe also acknowledges its advantages.

However, PLANT HWYADEN, which was created for them, thus possessed a high level of organizational capacity and became a highly controlled organization.

In other words, that inside information made it extremely difficult to get into the east.

Discussions need to take place in an open manner, as the Round Table Conference takes on the form of an autonomous meeting of free guilds. Disclosure of information is the basis for discussion. Therefore, the trend would be completely out of reach from the outside.

Meanwhile, the stand-alone guild (PLANT HWYADEN) operated by the executive branch could not clearly grasp the reality of its center. Shiloe is one of the best in Akiba. Even with that silhouette, it's hard to say that you're grasping the full content of "PLANT HWYADEN". Not to mention the usual facade of the Round Table Conference, which is a creepy region dominated by only one guild.

Today's original purpose, meeting Osamu, was also to ask for new information and receive some items in the first place.

"No. You said that earlier, right? I am a relentless man. That Misha has also taken the liberty of blocking information"

"So there's also a processing saturation attack on Akiba's" Roundtable Conference "?

"Yes, that was a runoff by a thoughtless House of Lords, Lundstad's discretion."

Can you believe that? Wet feathers touch Siloe's lips with their white fish-like fingertips so as to block the words of Siloe, who hung his mouth open to call it 'acquiescence'.

When he approaches, the unconscious siloe flies away as if he had touched the fire.

"I'm here to invite Master Shiro. Would you please come to me?

"The desire to say so should be made Soujiro. It's not my specialty."

"Mr. Souzillow, is it?"

There is a glimmer of swordswallowing light in the eyes of wet feathers, but that replaces the next moment with a slightly troubled look.

"I am better than Mr. Souzillo, Master Shilo. I think Master Shiro is more special than Mr. Souzillo. I've come all the way to this city to invite only Shiloh, only Shiloh."

Siloe felt like the words would turn white in front of her.

To the woman in front of her, Shiloe feels no integrity whatsoever.

When this woman was made of lies and sins, Siloe had instinctively felt. But even if I knew, it was blinding temptation. I don't think you're immune to women.

(Still, I can't believe they said it was more special than Soujiro... Really, pity)

"... no, is it"

"The truth is, there isn't."

"... is that right?"

Wet feathers lowered their gaze and lowered their voices.

The signs of intertwining and removing the previous siloes disappear, and the signs of frigidity and brittleness replace them.

"So if you tell me the truth, will you come to me?

"You can't tell until you hear the truth."

"Truth isn't good, is it?

With a look as brittle as an age-old earthenware, wet feathers make a plundering laugh.

"... you'll be fine. Because it is Master Shiro. Because it's special. Because it's special. Because I'm alone. I guess I'll have to show you how ready I am to do that, too. Yeah, I get it. Master Shiro is the target, so I can see it through anyway."

The words of wet feathers follow, like spells.

"I am, Master Shiro. … a clumsy girl."

"Huh -?"

"It's an honor to surprise you, but it is. Anyway, my eyes were just big, lean, poor - I was an ugly kid who only knew to look up to my appetite."

It is also natural that Shiloe was surprised. For the beauty in front of her had the appearance of a luscious answer to whomever she asked, although she certainly hated the power of her eyes too strong.

But the story went in a direction that Shiloe didn't even think about.

(It's Earth's...)

"When I was in elementary school, really lose weight. You weren't on the level that abalone floats. My arms and legs float with bones. My hair was stretched all I wanted, and my clothes were dirty. Rather than being ugly, she was a dirty daughter.

I went to middle school, I grew tall, but I didn't gain much weight. I think she was such a disgusting woman, as always, looking up at her surroundings with eyes just big out of the gap in her forehead.

That changed - were you in second grade? For one thing, I got some of my hands on a decent meal. At first it was still a body that I didn't quite accept, but it twitched and weighed...... but it was the same thing to be a quitter. It just went from a disgusting body with visible bones to a thin body. "

That's......

Is it some kind of abuse, Siroe thinks?

And is that story true? … and.

Even if wet feathers said, "I'm going to tell you the truth," I can't trust you now. Because there's no Osamura here. Wet feathers somehow got information from Oshima about the rendezvous with Shiloe and went ahead. I can't move that fact.

And this woman is the guild master of the single guild that dominates Minami, PLANT HWYADEN, no matter how loud she is now.

But on the other hand, even if they say, 'This story is a lie', it cannot be accepted at par. For if a liar only lies, it is no different than being honest.

A liar… refers to a presence that maliciously misleads a subject.

"I was an impoverished woman, still, everywhere. Thin chest, just thin hands and feet. A face of ten people, just eyes big.

At the time, the most popular rating was "Bad Daughter”.

Heh heh. I guess it wasn't just about appearance. Something in me must have been the part of me that couldn't help being called that.

... Still.

Just because you're a junior high school student, there are people who want me. There's no reason to say it's to live. I was glad to be humbled, and I rose. "

The rough discomfort strikes the siloe. That was in the content of this story. Is it the truth? If it were true, it would have been uncomfortable to have such a thing close to me. Is that a lie? This woman was uncomfortable making me bother to tell stories like that if it was a lie.

"Master Shiro?

The more I noticed, the closer I had my wet feather eyes. Wet feathers glance into Siloe's eyes as she looks up and smiles unconsciously.

"See, the truth is boring, isn't it? What good would a story like this do? In this world of nothing but“ lies ”in the first place, truth is not worth as much as dust.

Dear Shiloh. If Shiloh can come to me, let me be Shiloh's lover. Do you not like it? I have this body now. Everyone praises me, white and nasty, for this body. Or do you hate it? Such a woman. "

I felt a tidy and spicy taste in my mouth and realized for the first time that I had been biting my lips. Your body temperature rises and your cheeks are hot.

White-breasted valley peeking from a black satin dress. Thin fingertips, constantly moving to invite. Sweet expression and mellow voice color. Sweet incense enough to make you want to eat even if you know it's a poisoned shortcake.

"I had to please my lord with my poor body, so I have training.... I'm good at lying, aren't I? If you could just close your eyes to saying it's a lie, I think you could make Master Shiro happy. Yeah, that's until you're satisfied. The sun rises and the sun sets. Let us serve you in the midst of the world until dusk."

"Why?"

"- Do you need that much reason?

"It wouldn't make sense if you didn't think it was true."

"So you just have to convince me it's a lie.... I'm making it up anyway."

From lips as appealing as cherry water confectionery, sweet words like honey pour into the thicket and siloe. The unobtrusive smile of wet feathers and the tail of every swinging foxtail clan, such as because of its great sight.

"... make, talk?

"Yeah. It's a fabrication. Yes. A fictional story. - My friend's, your sister's story.... The woman met Elder Tail one day. It's a long way from the world she lived in, isn't it? Still, she became obsessed. Do you know why?

Siloe doesn't know.

I can't answer that.

"Because in that game, she can get the ideal body. If you even have that, you can protect it, you can ask for it, you can give it to me. Because you get the happiness she didn't get even if she wished enough to spit blood. Beautiful faces and a body that mesmerizes the opposite sex. Because she can get it in that world. But, you know, it's a game, but it's weird."

The sticky tongue sticks to the mouth, and the wet feathers continue on the silhouette, which cannot be spoken.

"She... I don't have one. Even in the game, it sounds ugly. Even if you get the beauty and body of the world, you don't get what you want. - Because that's MMO. Just say you're a woman, and you'll be entertained to some extent. You can entertain me. But still, I don't get as much as she wanted. The person who wants her won't be treated to the person who wants to get it for some reason.

- Why not? Some women get a lot more popular than her because of her normal appearance. It's just bright, it's brain weather, and I can get everyone to protect me. There's a girl like that. "

Wet-feathered eyes, as if they had now become pitch-black sinuses, were about to swallow siloes.

"I tried, even this....... I also got some sober language to try and get the guy to like it. I also studied the kind of tricks that men prefer. I fixed my hair and clothes. This is ridiculous, but I even went out to dress up and turn it off. That's a lame story. Ha-ha-ha. Uh-huh. - But, yeah. I couldn't.... No, please don't look like that. Those aren't wasted at all. Because that's how I can entertain Shiro with the technology I acquired.... That's not a bad story, is it?

It was beautiful by the time it was sweet, cute, ear-friendly, and seductive - but it's rotten. Siloe was fascinated by the disease.

The offer of wet feathers, despite some fatal distortion, was so appealing as to crease, and so magical as to captivate the soul of the siloe.

"She is....... hehe. Still, one day like that. One day I was at the bottom of despair." I have good arms, "he said. 'I do it solo, but with respect'.... The same" Granting Artist "told me so. Right, Master Shiro? How about that? Can you convince me with such a 'make-up story'?

"It's..."

Is that true? and Siloe couldn't ask. Not in Siloe's memory. But I couldn't be sure if I didn't say so. Until we met again like this, I forgot, but I've fought with wet feathers several times.

Because Shiloe had some visibility, he was sometimes called as an external helper in some Alliance large-scale battles. Probably the same with wet feathers. Granting Artists are not required much for normal adventures, but their MP resilience may be required for long battles on a large scale.

When we met face to face, we could not say that we had never had such a dialogue.

Of course, I can assure you that there was no special significance in saying that Shiloe did not remember, even if he had said such a dialogue. Trying to dictate a woman in such a language cannot be done by Siloe. Siloe is not that much of a man of art. But that's why it could have leaked it as just true without any concern.

So Siloe says, 'Is it true?' I couldn't ask. I'm forgetting, because it seemed like a terrible betrayal.

"Dear Shiro. Come near me. We would like to arrange a seat for Shiro at" PLANT HWYADEN ". I have already taken the procedure to give Shiro the name of" outside note "in the name of the Saiya family. Because the Saiya family is no longer ours. - Master Shiro is about to grab it, isn't he? Transformation. Return to reality."

to that word. Siloe accidentally takes a breath.

"Aha. I knew you'd react.... I knew Master Shiro was special. Because I know... of return, there is a way."

How far do wet feathers read about siloes, and if you whisper that, lick the red lips with a tiny tip of your tongue. When a siloe turns her gaze away at a fascinating trick, she even makes a giggling laugh when she dulls.

"How to return to the real world has been discovered"

"I can't prove that's a way to return...... It would be nothing more than an erasure."

"Wouldn't it be possible if Shiro cooperated?

Honestly, Siloe was snorting at the words of Wet Wings at this time.

Not because I was enchanted by wet feathers.

Because I was interested in the information Wet Feathers was grasping. It was obvious that if you were at the source of the wet feathers that put the west together, you could get much more information than if you were in Akiba. Given a return to the real world, it's an efficient path.

No, maybe that's an excuse.

The wet feather offering was too appealing. Wet feathers' own beauty and body are not meant to be. Someone who calls himself special has strongly evoked the loneliness he has forgotten before in the siloe.

Also, whether the story of wet feathers is true or lies, aren't you the only one who can stop wet feathers? That was precisely a sense of crisis, but it was also true that it confused Siloe so strongly.

Plus, as wet feathers were insane, Shiloe felt the blame. Even if Siloe is not personally responsible, a groan that resembles the guilt that Siloe feels is just the emotion that ends up being responsible.

"- In the first place, Master Shiro wouldn't have a reason, would he?

"Why?"

Siroe inquires into the wet feathers staring only at the siloe as it floated in the heat.

"Yeah, that's why. Master Shiro is... someone who doesn't have a reason? You don't have a reason to put your shoulder in the city of Akiba, or a reason to put your shoulder in the Land People, do you? Isn't there just a vague ethic? No, it's fine. That doesn't change my desire for Lord Shiloe. But I think Master Shiloe is hard on that. So..."

Closer enough to touch it already, at a distance that even conveyed pluckiness, the wet feathers lipped in Siloe's ear.

"Give me. Please use wet feathers as an excuse for Shiro. Please use wet feathers as a reason. - So Master Shiro will be able to unlock Shiro's power completely? You can wield all that knowledge endlessly, without being captured by constraints or regulations, right? I only want Master Shilo. So Master Shiro, you can use wet feathers as an excuse to do all my best, right?

The decisive word of seduction was, as it were, a separate word.

All of the plot is endless, he said. The temptation was great. For Siroe, who one day became caught up in this other world, in worsening security and trouble, and who had cut through the panic of the ongoing crisis, the desire to temporarily wield power by entrusting that direction was as enormous as the flickering desire to touch this beauty in front of her.

It is not Shiloe's responsibility to come to this world.

The feeling of condemnation is the cry of the souls of all [adventurers] invited to this world. I want to know why. I want you to guarantee my legitimacy. I want you to have the meaning of fighting somewhere. I would never have known the strength of that feeling if I hadn't become an 'adventurer'.

Wet feather words, right.

It was tempting in the right way.

But there was no way I could do it, such as to identify the reason with excuses. That is nothing more than demeaning the reasons for action.

If you like wet feathers, if you feel anything at all affectionate, you should never use her as an "excuse”.

That was the first time Siloe, who got a 'reason', could say for sure.

I got the "Horizon of Records" siloe, which is why I was able to say it all.

"Huh...?

I pushed myself to look at the silhouette, and the wet feathers move the fox ears that adorn my dark hair as confused.

"I've decided that all the 'fabrications' you've told me are true (,,,), but I still can't be with you."

The frozen wet feather glanced into Siloe's eyes so that she could not give up, disappointed, and still moistened, without saying with her lips, "Why? asked."

"It would be better to be your enemy than to be on your side."

The first time Siroe stared into the eyes of Wet Feather at her own will, she spoke clearly word for word, confirming her own will. Siroe touches the limp cheeks of her wet feathers as she feels the word stab her in the wet feathers like a sword with the consciousness of sin.

"Sooner or later, when you look for a reason, you decide to stay with the enemy."

Siloe's words became invisible chains connecting wet feathers to siloes. The chain will eventually lead Akiba and Minami to the "Aerial Labyrinth of Inbrium" to the "Sea of Sake".