Log Horizon

"Princess. Princess. Princess. Princess... Rainesia."

Elissa calls the name of her own Lord.

Hi, no noise, so I tried to speak up, but Rainesia was on the couch, soggy. It looks like a twilight, thin silver thread-like hair spilling on a small, round shoulder, and flowing down like a waterfall. She is a beautiful girl who has dedicated half her life to the battlefield, giving a gentle voice even to soldiers whose faces have been filled with sword wounds, giving them such indelible signs that she wants to encourage them, "Don't be so depressed, because it will help you".

Would you describe it as "like a wet jean dog in the rain" if you told Ms Henrietta?

Nonetheless, he is full of melancholy, lonely, melancholy sorrows.

Exactly the manifestation of weakness that makes me want to rush over and hug you.

But Elissa knows very well.

This is Rainesia when she's "tired and I don't want to do anything anymore".

"Hi-me."

"Elissa......?

Rainesia gives you a look up.

Moist eyes are shaking in a smooth cheeky contour like boiled eggs.

Don't make a mistake. My eyes are moisturizing, not because I felt sad or moved, but because I cut my yawn to death.

"Yes, sir. You're tired, aren't you? This Elissa will be ready for you in the bedroom in a little while, so please just wait a little longer. Is that tea? Or even something sweet?

That's what Elissa wanted.

After a tea party to welcome female guests from the city's famous guild. My husband, Rainesia, will have some sweet souvenirs in his mouth, albeit snacks.

But this princess, Rainesia, has no idea whether she is in shape or not, but no matter how much she eats, she never gets fat. Whether you eat meat or cake, your skin feels like a baby at all times. Hard to understand at all, such as having nothing to do with rough skin.

"Catastrophe," and since Akiba's reform, all foods have been rediscovered with a rich flavour. Six months later, the reform also permeates the "earthlings" society, enjoying its new experience, from nobility above to civilians below. Reformed meals are really tasty and often overeaten. Many (earthlings) aristocrats are now frightened by weight gain.

Raynesia is exceptionally not fat at all, which is why I can easily recommend sweetness as Elissa, except for that and how you feel.

"No......"

Rainesia shook her neck smaller, causing her to bring a cheek to the back of the couch, as if she couldn't stand it. The style of a rain-fed jean dog is accompanied by a rain-fed white rose diaper as well. If you were a knight apprentice burning your chest in yearning young, that's the only way you're going to get a nosebleed.

(Though that's not true)

When Elissa approached Rainesia unconstitutionally, she lifted Rainesia's ankle, which she wore in the room, and placed it on the couch so that she could break her knee. Rainesia became a sitting position without resistance.

As for "Princess Reiki of My Hama's Capital," it's still a bad attitude. If there were a man in this room, he might make an unusual mistake. Regardless of the inside, Rainesia doesn't usually even show this attitude to her family because she has learned a lot about what she does as a noble princess.

Only Elissa, a maid of honor, could see Rainesia like that.

(Not that I want to see it on the basket.)

When Elissa checks Rainesia, who raised her legs, she sweeps the indoors and sweeps under the low table and sofa. Today's plug was a senbei sweet. The fragrant discharge is seductive, but if you eat it, fine shards may spill. I wanted to clean it up early.

"Princess."

"What?

"Stomach, is it decreasing?

"No."

That would be so. I hadn't even noticed Ms Henrietta, who brought me a plug, because she ate politely looking so elegant, but Princess Rainesia has eaten two large sheets of Sembe. From my usual appetite, I won't be hungry until dinner.

"It's been busy lately"

"Really."

With that conversation, Elissa suggests cleaning the room.

It's a well-polished room from time to time. It doesn't take much effort. Cleaning is selfish when it comes to being Elissa's maid of honor. If it was meant to be, I wouldn't have to lift my husband's leg to the couch until I did.

Recently, however, there has been a tea party, as in the past days. If it is cleaned immediately, the effort of those on duty in the early morning will be reduced. Tomorrow, I'm sure the women of Adventurers will come again. Especially the little brunette daughter, Akatsuki, has been coming through like every day for the last ten days or so.

"You're a lot tired today"

"Yes."

Raynesian words are few.

I guess I'm really tired. That's not impossible either. It was made good by Ms Henrietta and Mrs Marielle. Remembering the voice of the Lord pleading for forgiveness in a pitiful voice, Elissa laughed small in which back of

Of course Elissa loves Rainesia. When I hung up at each meeting, I felt like applauding my Lord. But Rainesia is basically a lazy, cowardly, thoughtless feather pillow daughter (in her head means surprised with feathers).

When it comes to having respect but always being able to serve with respect, I have to say it's subtle.

(Well, I guess that's okay)

Elissa thinks as she leans on her knees. It is a difficult experience to have friends of the same age, or even slightly above or below. If you are Elissa, born as the daughter of a lower aristocrat, it may still be even more difficult for Rainesia, born as the daughter of the Duke of Cowen family, than finding a good spouse.

Elissa remembers the Lord, who had a perfect cheek in the palace of My Hama, or in The Ancient Court of Eternal Ice. Noble society is strict. Even one of the bad rumors can result in fatal injuries, especially for young women.

In order to live under the surveillance of a palatial sparrow, Rainesia acquired a graceful maneuver. The mask Leinesia chose to defend her grandfather's and family's fame was so perfect that she won the legendary fame known as the "Winter Rose of Eastal".

But that's why Rainesia has never had a friend-like friend before. Elissa may be relatively close to it, but she's still a samurai.

"But I don't know, it seemed like a lot of fun."

"Yes......?

"I'm glad you made friends, Elissa."

It really is.

In the last half month or so, Leinesia's expression has become a lot richer, Elissa thinks.

"He's not your friend, is he?

- But returning was an unexpected response.

"Then what is it? Even the princess seemed to enjoy herself... well, sometimes she was in trouble, but she was talking."

I'm Mr. Adventurer.

In response to Elissa's question, Rainesia answers without particular concern.

"I wasn't having fun talking to you. The Adventurers are not like us. Too different. It doesn't go by the courtesy I've acquired. Because if I don't tell you how I feel properly, you won't understand me, and if I don't, I can't talk to you together."

... the perception is probably right.

The people of Adventurer are not entrusted with their identities. Even if we're having a tea party, it's the end of being lured to Elissa. Elissa Kaku has also gained a few acquaintances since her assignment to this city of Akiba. It's Ms Henrietta, who feels empathy for the first time at work, Reese, who only looks a little like her sister in her hometown, and Serara, who is so familiar that she wants to be a samurai with me.

Of course, as Rainesia put it, "Adventurers" and "Earthlings" are very different. Sometimes we disagree with each other, sometimes we don't know what we're talking about. But not so much that we can't hold hands together. - I wonder if that's more what Rainesia taught me than anyone else, Elissa thinks.

"But not so much"

"If you don't tell him it's fun if it's any fun, if he's sad, he's sad, and if he's happy, he's grateful. Because it won't tell you otherwise - I am. You know Elissa, right? The real me is more lazy and cowardly...... I don't like it. The truth is, even the social world is noble, it doesn't matter. You just have to take a nap every day and that's fine. By and large, I'm not sure about that (,,,,)"

Rainesia shrugged somewhere boring.

"It's work."

"Do you think so?"

……

Rainesia takes her gaze off and deposits her body on the back of the couch as she comes. In words, that's a pain in the ass or thrown out, or at least an irresponsible attitude, but being a beautiful girl no matter how far you go is a gainful thing, and you can't afford to end it because even such a nasty figure can be a painting.

But if you think about it, Elissa is the only person Raynesia would expose herself to like this.

He plays the perfect lady for the noblemen, and that's the same for the princesses of his generation, of course, and he responds as quietly as the cats he has borrowed, albeit honestly, for the women of the Adventurers. Maybe that's Rainesian armor that doesn't give you a peek inside.

(- Was there another one?)

Raynesia remembers the sturdiness of her sandy hair. Indeed, Rainesia looks open minded to that young man. But that's a big element of not lying, not deceiving. From the beginning, Rainesia had no freedom of choice.

(Really, you're a bad princess)

If it's any fun at all, I need to tell him it's fun.

That's what Rainesia said.

But isn't what you're thinking that way, in itself, like you're confessing that it was "fun"?

Even if you're tired enough to nap on the couch before dinner, I'm sure Elissa will wake up tomorrow morning without the help of a maid and if you expect it every day enough to think about the clothes to wear, that's still a friend, not a job.

Even though I've come to this city full of "adventurers" and Rainesia seems to be having a lot of fun. But Raynesia, who gazes at the sooner rather than later blue-dyed windows, didn't even seem to realize it was that simple. Or maybe she didn't get the word "friend”.

You didn't know it from the beginning, or you gave it up somewhere in your life... though Elissa didn't know that.

The look on Raynesian's face looking out the window was, of course, beautiful and tedious, but it also seemed boring somewhere. Elissa sighed one sigh at her husband's appearance.

Elissa knew Raynesia just as stubborn and deaf as she was lazy.

◆

The winter sunset was early, and when I left the hall, I had left the rest of my photographs entirely.

Henrietta thinks the night in the city of Akiba is beautiful. Of the Earth of the Old World, yes, it's dim compared to Tokyo, home, but it's brilliant enough compared to the pitch-black of this world's deep night.

Numerous dark buildings soar in the midst of a blue night. An ancient tree of evergreen spreading the perimeter. The magical light cast here and there gently illuminates the agitation. Henrietta thought that the fantastic light was much gentler and preferable to the neon sign that was just sting.

"The sun goes down, you're early."

"That's right."

Henrietta nodded to the blonde girl walking next door.

When she takes the chunky muffler out of the Magic Bag, she wraps it around her neck with glue. Looks like a man from the way the edge drips over his back. "What? This is hard to use. Bulky" what an adorable girl to spill stupidity, Henrietta rewinded that muffler and did it.

"Thank you very much," Leese said as she buried the bottom half of her expression in that muffler. Can't you light it up, your gaze remains off. "No, it's trivial," Henrietta chuckles couscous as she replies.

This younger friend, who has recently been able to do so, is an invincible lady whose appearance is the iron wall, and who would also like to adhere to that route, but the ground seems to come out by the way, which I think is adorable. I'm sure he's younger than he looks.

"You don't have to hang in there. You're a lady."

"Yes?"

I cheer on Reese, looking back, and push her shoulder.

"Come on, come on. If you don't hurry, you'll be dead."

"Right."

That's how they started walking towards Central Avenue.

Henrietta is a different guild from the "Three Moons Alliance" and Reese from the "D. D.", but it's not uncommon to go home with her this way from the Tea Party at the "Water Maple Hall". Marielle and Serara headed back to the guild to help prepare their meals, and Henrietta and the others planned to stop by to buy some extra general dishes.

Enjoying a good meal every day in the life of the Adventurer after the Catastrophe is once again confirmed happiness, but also a bit of a burden. We need a subclass (cook) to cook dishes with flavor, but as far as Henrietta knows, the percentage of the population is a few percent.

Since the establishment of the Roundtable Conference, the percentage should have increased due to the transfer, but it is not uncommon for a small guild of fewer than ten members not to have a "cook". On the other hand, if you are a giant guild of hundreds, it is natural to have a "cook", but preparing meals for hundreds of people every day is a huge burden.

What makes up for this situation at the moment is a meal made by the "earthlings" by eating out or taking out.

"What will Mr. Henrietta do?

"Deep-fried. Marie was wasting her time wanting to."

Chatting at the arriving stall mall, the two started buying out. I could have been a Landlord's clerk. It's time to tease the store and shout out loud to judge the rest of the sale.

"Karaage? Did you say karaage? Sister, buy ours and go easy! 3 pieces of gold per kilo with garlic flavour!!

Henrietta bought three kilos of such fried chicken economically.

This amount is not so much abundant in the Three Days and Moons Alliance, which has forty "Adventurers" in its belly. Really flatten with pepper.

In fact, Reese is buying in a quiche with hazelnuts. "D.D.D." is a major guild with a culinary unit, so I guess that's for plugging in or eating between meals.

The mall was pretty hectic.

Henrietta and Liese also need to be attentive to their surroundings in order to sew the flow of the "Adventurer" they visit to buy out. Especially a bunch of crusaders tend to be wider than the old world because they are wearing rugged armor or have long canes.

Where I finished buying what I preferred and was just at the exit of the mall, the tea party thing was completely faded in Henrietta. That's all I'm tired of walking through the mall, and my feelings were flying for a meal at the guild I'm going home to.

So I got annoyed by the phrase "Mr. Akatsuki looks spicy" that Reese whimpered casually.

That's because it was also a recent concern of Henrietta.

"Do I look that way after all"

"I can see."

Akatsuki is not well these days. I've always had a personality that was a drawn-in idea and I wouldn't actively try to engage with others from myself, and on the surface, so most people wouldn't notice, but Henrietta understands. Because I've been staring at Akatsuki ever since the Catastrophe.

But it was also a little surprising that Reese could see that. Her frequent contact with Akatsuki began after she began attending tea parties held in the Leinesian Hall. I mean, it's only been about the last six months.

Henrietta reviewed Leese a little bit.

"Mr. Akatsuki is more senior than I am, right?"

By senior Leese, do you mean age, or game history? I don't know. Henrietta nods vaguely.

"- Though I'm not sure. I hear he's a very good assassin. In fact, I thought so."

Reese's crush continued as he walked out of the mall and down a green, dark alley to the Guild Hall. In the midwinter cold air, a white breath leaks that wraps the girl's words.

"For once, I seem to have come to see D.D.D. (of which) training. No, I don't know if it was once. Once I realized that, I meant.... you've been watching training for over four hours."

"Really..."

Henrietta has no choice but to reply so.

I don't know what Akatsuki's problem is. But how did a few hours of staring at first-rate combat guild training make that little girl feel? I can imagine Henrietta having a sore chest. But I didn't expect Henrietta to know until the pain.

Henrietta is a general "adventurer" who has never participated in a large-scale battle, Reid. Whatever this world is, it's never been in the rankings of a first-rate adventurer, even in "Elder Tail", which was a game.

"At first I thought you were a wanted enlistment. I'm going to sound kind of proud of myself for saying this, but" D.D. "(of which) is not a bad guild. If you are going to fight (Reid), the environment is the best in Akiba and we are keen to be… Well, the staff is full of idiots. Same as your children if you fight only fools. No, the child itself. Over children. High-end As a child you head to battle (Reid) like Americans flocking to the barbecue. I thought that's why you wanted to come in."

"I hope not."

"- Yes. I knew that right away"

To Henrietta's point, Reese nodded with her gaze dropped to the ground.

"For once, I reported it to the Guild Manager (Milord). Because I also had the opinion that I might be a spy. But I left that reply. Allow unlimited tours,"

Footprints of boots stepping on moist fallen leaves followed for a while.

"Children of high pride (members) have been a little overwhelmed. I know you weren't afraid of that, but the guild leader (Milord) gave me a separate life at a later date."

Henrietta sneaks up and sighs at a beautiful blonde girl with a glowing and proud look. Is it almost barbaric to think of that Krusty? I can't help but forbid sympathy when I remind myself of being strong with a firm face and not being able to spark the challenge.

But that makes me point out to myself that Akatsuki is the same who brings his thoughts to Shiloe.

How serene Henrietta herself is when compared to that. True, when you think about siloes, you feel a slightly sweet groan, but that's a perfectly acceptable emotion. In this world of low entertainment, seeing the intimacy of siloe and akatsuki or siloe and minnoli, causing chest pain, is instead a reaffirmation of happiness.

A secluded one-sided thought from a safe distance. I can't believe I'm satisfied with that. I can't believe Liese and Akatsuki can do that.

"Krusty - according to you, I owe Mr. Siloe everything. So unlimited permission to visit Mr. Akatsuki. It is also said to be convenient if you need anything. It is forbidden to sell or solicit Mr. Akatsuki."

Such thoughts of Henrietta, Reese closed her mouth.

"Was it"

That would happen, Henrietta thought.

Crusty's care is probably something he doesn't even know about siloes.

Thank you. I think the man is still snuggly or distant. Why don't you speak up and listen to me as long as you take into account? Henrietta thinks so. At the same time, however, I think that if we put ourselves in the shoes of Akatsuki right now, we would have trouble getting a voice.

(What Akatsuki wants is confidence, I guess - and)

It's hard.

For some people, it's natural, and they don't even dare to think about how to get it.

Marielle is. Henrietta's great best friend, who also resembles a summer twist, illuminates his surroundings with the brightness of the bottom line. Henrietta doesn't have the confidence to laugh like that. I don't think Henrietta will last a lifetime to be so sure that she can hug her surroundings like that.

It's something that most humans, including Henrietta, don't have.

Henrietta also knows that there are people who are not confident, no matter what they do or how they are appreciated. For someone like that, I guess it's horrible torture to be the time you live. Henrietta has seen such a despicable, eyed man. Humans, when you're old enough to leave college, you meet some of those kinds of people. Those people were frightened, tired, or aggressively intimidating their surroundings wherever they were.

If you think about yourself, Henrietta thinks it would be in the middle of it.

Unloosely sure - you can't have the confidence that something important will never be lost from you. However, the confidence that more or less this level will be possible is the result of hard work and experience. For example, I will be able to keep up with a few friends in the future. I can go to work to the extent that it doesn't bother the company. Marriage - I don't think I can be honest with the constant route of matchmaking beyond what has become such a fuss, but nevertheless, I guess spending time as an accountant for the guild while tearing up my best friend's romantic patterns is not a bad future for the unexpected. The heroic role of returning to the original world will not come around, but the technology I have grown to protect my juniors can be used.

That's what Henrietta thinks of herself.

I can't do what I can't, but I can.

There is no such thing as a normal conclusion drawn by ordinary people.

"It's obvious you can't reach what you want."

Leese shrugged as she let half her face be buried in a man's muffler.

Yes, of course.

For ordinary people, that's just too routine.

For many humans living means being accustomed to a reality that is almost intact and out of reach of what you want. Henrietta is getting used to it. Perhaps so will Reese.

But that doesn't mean the pain is gone.

Getting used to being out of reach may have no choice. But it's different to get used to yourself being out of reach. That's a stop. You can't live if you're not used to it, but it's the same as being dead if you're too used to it.

Henrietta doesn't want you to taste such pain for her favorite akatsuki. I want to help Akatsuki.

But it's impossible to be all confident.

I don't know how to help, and I don't feel like it's something I can help others with in the first place. Looking back at Henrietta herself, she assembled the scattered scum in her heart by herself, repeatedly failing again and again, and finally creating a little dwelling.

"You're only going to be able to be with me."

"Right."

Probably even Leese knows that. So the reply was a short one.

(Not at all. That black Lord Chloe!

Henrietta sighed majestically so that she could not be sprayed by Reese.

What does that young man with too much head do to his closest abdominal predicament? I thought he had enough insight to foresee anything, Shiloe, but he's blind when it comes to this kind of genre.

- Or, instead of having good eyes, it just has telescopes that you can't take off.

Henrietta laughed bitterly thinking a little rude.

I want to be nice to that Akatsuki. Let's also bring in Akatsuki costumes tomorrow for a change of clothes day. When I came up with that, Henrietta's mood brightened with a breath. Looking at the list of costumes I pull out of my head, I give myself an excuse that this is for akatsuki, etc.

The blue night was still peaceful.

◆

Some factions tried to repaint that same night with a misdigit temper.

“The most gorgeous guild on the Yamato server", the guild known as the “Harlem Group”.

Dozens of guild members are eager to prepare for the ground floor hall of that guild, which is considered to have the highest female ratio in Akiba (not all of them are women on top) and, as its two names say, is always waving a gorgeous atmosphere.

Of course the vast majority of the members are women. But there is nothing sweet about the atmosphere.

Beautiful women and girls who tighten their armor and leg ties tightly and make exactly the appearance of a showdown. The private language that is spoken is low and everyone is watching somewhat is their leader in feathers, Soujiro.

Souzillow, who still left the boy in the shadow, looked over the hall. Twenty-four will "march" to Akiba at night as of today. Four squad edition of a six-man party, "Adventurer" of the same size as Full Raid. Of course, they are all an array of arms that have reached a minimum of 90 levels.

"Gentlemen."

Hall tension increases in Souzillow's voice. Though twenty-four of us are going out, I'm guessing there will be some gear help and drop-offs. There are more than twice as many members in the hall.

"As I have already said many times, the identity of the enemy is unknown. Don't be alarmed. That strength outweighs all of you... Don't fight one-on-one. It is also forbidden to act alone. Instead, move in squad preparation and report from time to time. The liaison officer for the voicemail is Nazna"

"Huh. As much as I took it on, I'll fuck you. Don't make it impossible for everyone. If you enter a state of engagement with your target, you must engage in delayed combat in the Class A formation. All squads are fitted with two healers this time, so they don't have enough attack power. Things you don't think you can do with just one squad. Only hold back, and liaison is the task. Whoa! Whoa!

Nazna speaks loosely, remaining in her roomy room attire.

Nervous is enough for the squad leaving. It's okay. She trusted her guild buddies. The reason why the small "Westwind Brigade" continued to participate in tough front-line fights as much as in the "D.D." and "Black Sword Knights" was because it had a strong bond and a high sense of purpose.

Its "Westwind Brigade" is raising the pneumonia to secure the killer.

Nazna, with her black, rich hair in one on her back, stares at each and every member who has refrained from leaving. There are no outfits or maneuvers. Nazna continued as she nodded to the guild members who spoke out of agreement verbally.

"Then the change is in two hours. I will organize and prepare the second unit here. There will be evening meals when I return. You can count on it. I won't be so distracted because it's a re-launch in the next two hours. Though Souji was there, the target was generous. Just be careful with that. Yes, bye, Souji."

"Mmm. What is it? I wonder if you've said everything about me. - Then just one thing. The target was the person who attacked him. Slash and throw away."

Souzillow is a young man with the impression of spring sunshine.

The air in the hall froze with words that seemed like a good smile from some of those people were still the same as usual, but did not make their voices absurd. One woman (Cleric), sifting her shoulders to be invited by the cold air, responded with a voice squeezing out of her belly. It should be totally dark out there by now, but no member cares about that.

The four squads flew bravely out of the guild hall.

The Guild Hall of the Westwind Brigade is built with a certain amount of Japanese style. That's not what the original zone did in the first place, it's the hobby of the guild members and Souzillo's preference. The hall on the ground floor has a large space and no furniture so that it can be inspected before departure.

Souzillow lowered his back as he pulled out a wooden chair in that large hall.

He's waiting for the moment, but he's not willing to pull it up to the dining room or his own room.

"I'm talking about making pork juice in the dining room."

Still, I thought and spoke at once, but to Nazna's suggestion, Soujiro just laughed and shook his head.

(When this happens, I think it would be nice to have Shiloe or Kazuhiko.)

Nazna thinks by pinching the tip of her chin.

It has been since I was in the old world, but for women it is a relatively long and chunky body. Not an idyllic glamour but good style. He has been regarded as "looking good," but he is also in a slightly more comfortable shape. With her legs shoulder-width apart and arms together like that, she looks calmer than her age.

Trust from the surroundings is serious, as it is a well-looked after character and an Alliance launching member belonging to the oldest ginseng. That's why Nazna is half inevitably regarded as a sub-guild master of The Westwind Brigade. Nazna herself has a better sense of working in practical terms than Souzillow, who demonstrates charisma.

Sometimes, however, when Soudirou peeked through the gap of his usual warm mask, his split expression made him want to remember and sweeten his old companions.

The reason for this is, of course, in Souzillow.

The opponent is a killer who threatens Akiba's night. The Westwind Brigade will have a certain moral responsibility for Akiba's safety as one of the eleven guilds of the Round Table Conference. Municipal policing is where Nazna also recognizes it as a contribution that a major combat-based guild can make.

What's more, this time the killer got his buddy from the Westwind Brigade.

Of course Kyoko is resurrected in the Great Temple. What I lost in this case, including amnesia, is not necessarily huge. But the raid is a raid. The murderer put his hand inside Nazna's - and Souzillow's (,,,,).

You can't forgive me. The thought also has Nazna.

I think the anger would be the same with Souzillo. but nevertheless there are parts of Souzillow's judgment that are too smooth. That's the character of Soujiro from the time he enrolled in the Tea Party. It sounds good when it comes to not giving in, not getting lost, but on the other hand it also leads to harshness and cruelty.

Nazna thinks Soujiro is not as kind and pleasant a boy as he is thought to be by the women of Akiba City. No, he may be a gentle, pleasant boy, but that's not the qualities he wants and wears.

It just is, so it is.

Souzillow is female-friendly. Almost every woman.

But that's not because I like it. It's just simply "that kind of boy". Directing the retaliation that has now reached the girl within you is not otherwise thoughtful, but simply "such a boy".

That's some kind of rule. mechanical judgment, and Nazna cannot influence that part of Soudirou. It would also be possible for Nazna to have that decision temporarily shelved or stopped. For example, "Let's join the Black Sword Knights first" or "You should leave this procedure to the" Round Table Meeting "," can be said to Souzillow. But nazna can't whisper or encourage growth at Soujiro.

At that level, it is Shiloe and Kazuhiko who are influenced by Soujiro.

For Souzillow women are too much to protect, they don't arrive.

In the "Westwind Brigade," Nazna is thought to be one of Souzillow's lovers.

But if you ask Nazna, Soujiro is like her brother.

It's too dangerous to leave me alone.

This is how Souji Row is normally the guild master right now, what a lucky coincidence to be able to look on his face, with no backing or warranty whatsoever. The truth is, Nazna thinks that a human being who isn't weird whenever he crushes his guild is a boy named Souzillow-Seta.

(I love it though. Of course I fucking love it.)

Souzillow as sitting on a small chair and staring further into the hall at night. Nazna thinks as she plays her hands on her head after that and messes with her dark hair.

If you love it, but still don't fear misunderstandings, this boy is an anomaly.

That's what keeps me company with killers.

Otherwise, we will not be able to put together a guild that brings together more than 90 women. Besides, it's like a joke to lead an alliance like that and target the top servers in a massive combat offensive race.

"What's up?

To such a nazna, Soudirou spoke with his eyes round. I guess I was worried because of my continued silence. Nazna returns a smile, albeit a little troubled.... I can't help it because it's inside me. I'll have to make up for the missing part of Souzillo. And as well - take the vengeance of the Kioko, who has the blade of a murderer.