Log Horizon

Ten eyes stared at the silver light.

The blade being exchanged pulls a meteor-like tail, bounces, and disappears.

After promises as if they were laid down, they would make mistakes, or meet, and reject each other by making sounds more like pieces of crystal than say metal.

As Nazna and her companions watched, the killer and Souzillo were fighting to the death.

Souzillow's swordsmashing attacks are too smooth and intimidating. But Nazna knew that the blow had an inevitable horror for what could be directed. The slaughter that is unleashed just feels loose because it's too graceful. Souzillow's attack, which is unleashed in anticipation of even the opponent's evasive actions, is a lethal blow, back-to-back with its appearance.

The killer starts the attack of Souzillo with a different cage hand or foot.

It's not decent swordsmanship. It's an instinctive move close to the beast's fighting technique. And it's obviously colored by the pleasure of murder that only people have.

Before the spark of the blow played also disappears, the killer's knife is rolled out of the collapsed position.

The attack, unlike that of Souzillo, was in a sense a brutal blow, without reason for swordsmanship.

But because of that bullshit, it's fast and unpredictable.

Now Nazna's buddy Kyoko has been hit by it, and the Kawara that Nazna is now holding has been badly wounded.

"Director, it's awesome..."

The whining that leaks out of my arms would have been all the whining of the members who refrain behind Nazna.

It's supposed to be a group siege and fight.

Embert-Nelles.

Level 94, Samurai.

Nazna no longer thinks of this ghost as an 'adventurer' with one level above Souzillo. It's ridiculous that you're a "samurai".

Even Nazna is proud to have been staring at Samurai. Indeed, the stunt system in "Elder Tail" is diverse and there are numerous stunts that the "Samurai" can master. More moves on the level will be substituted for the top moves, but their series is roughly forty. Even though no individual "samurai" will ever use all of that, there is too much difference between the killer in front of you and the moves used by Soujiro.

That's not "samurai". That fight is too different from the Adventurer.

Still, I was confronted at first as a party.

One of the "Westwind Brigade" investigation teams ran into a killer and let him get away with it, shortly after a line of headquarters-filled souzillows set out to fight the killer in this narrow alley.

But the Naznas' battle plan to destroy the siege collapsed.

It was impossible to form a decent team in this alley, which existed in the gap between ruins and ruins, as if it were a gap. Besides Soujiro, there are no other users in Naznas' ranks who can hold down that killer's strange sword.

The second avant-garde Kawala was quickly torn apart and damaged by the Naznas and Wizards (casters). If Souzillow hadn't packed it up and put pressure on the killer all at once, one of them would have been transferred to the Grand Temple by now.

Nazna thanked him small.

It's not because Souzillow helped me.

You're lucky you didn't sacrifice a woman in front of Souzillo.

If a person can be slaughtered by sound, the blow that would surely be making that battle is repeated over and over again. In the evening, the winter breeze begins to be more and more dry and crackling cold. A murderer's sword rushes to tear that air apart.

In the white breathing scenery that leaks even when stuffed with breath, Souzillow plays it.

Souzillo's autobiography, Heavenly Eye.

Nazna doesn't fully grasp it either, but Tianjing is an oral biography for defense. Souzillow said it was something to see trajectories across the air. The new power Souzillo has acquired. Using it, Souzillow keeps distracting the killer attacks.

I can't even afford Souzillo the usual.

If it's a regular souzillow, don't play the attack, flush it, or flush it.

At a time when it's not done, you can see how fast and sharp the killer's blow is.

Then comes an inexorable blow, and a large sleeve of armor, similar to that of a warring warrior, wrapped around Soujiro.

The rest of us wouldn't know, but Nazna bit one of her lips.

The current blow wiped out the defensive barrier Nazna was placing on Souzillo. The barrier technique is a defensive spell that prevents damage to HP by preempting it. So to speak, it is an invisible additional HP. Ripples rush and splash across the watery mirror-like effects. Even if it seemed surrounded, only Nazna, the operator, could tell exactly how much damage it took to peel off.

Nazna's use of the "Ganoderma Barrier" is equivalent to almost 20% or less of Saudirou's total HP. I mean, at that moment, without a defensive spell, Soudirou would have lost 1/5 of his health. Nazna is anxious about its attack power, which is comparable to that of the Boss of "Massive Combat" (Reid). If you eat to keep up that attack, you and Souzillo, you won't hold it.

Of course, once again, I am prepared to chant to put up the "Ganoderma Barrier", but the "Ganoderma Barrier" is not a technique that can be repeated. Combined with fine healing and barriers, it is the Nazna-like way of fighting a "cleric" that protects his people from harm.

If you stick to the barrier to the dark clouds, you will lose more MP than you need and eventually tip the battlefield to your disadvantage. Even if not, it is a contouring mood. Nazna knows when that blade might be directed at herself if the current killer detects that she is thus applying the art of defense.

However, if you escape, you will not be able to protect or heal Soudirou.

As we look at the battle in this way, we can only identify our strengths and continue to entrust the barriers, even if they are like thin paper.

(What the hell, this guy. Is there such a gamble?)

Sometimes I can tell because I'm a "god officer".

The Westwind Brigade is an awkward size, but as one of the top guilds on the server that has been challenging Massive Combat (Reid), it is its main healer.

This battle is thick in defeat.

Nazna has the certainty that the wall (tank) that undertakes the enemy's attack is Soujiro, which is why it is now in equilibrium, but if it was not Soujiro, it would have ended with ravage.

We haven't run out of attacks since we turned it into a Souzillo.

Of course, even a "massive battle" is an impossible story, such as deactivating all the attacks of a giant dragon or murder golem. Many Massive Fights recommend battle by supporting just one avant-garde with at least three or, in many cases, fewer than ten healers. And while the avant-garde suppresses powerful enemies, the attacker sharpens their HP.

But right now, there are no enough healers or attackers. In this narrow alley, like the gap in the book in the first place, it is not possible to operate a formation for [large-scale combat].

If they were adventurers, or monsters in line, the Naznas thought they had nothing to fear, but they didn't think the killer was a monster to this point.

And again...

"Kuh!!

Souzillow's attack slips through.

Soon the murderer, who had moved to the right side of Souzillo, moved that strange silhouette like an insect to snag Souzillo's . Though Souzillo jumped the attack, it's not as gorgeous as usual. Probably can't afford it.

This killer deactivates the opportunistic blow that led to several attacks, crippled the opponent's posture, and spun him into the tunnel with an incredible body technique. Same goes for now.

Slip through Souzillow's attack and take the back.

Probably if you can hit it, you can't hit that attack, although it's not as if you're a [large-scale combat] class monster at all. Even if Soudirou could maintain his current movement as it is, the front would collapse with Nazna's MP running out.

And probably.

(As long as we're around, Soujiro won't get away with it, will he?)

I can be so sure.

"... Dear Saw"

"Director"

"No, I can't see."

I hear a grunt that makes me feel painful. These are Nazna's people. Their healing, full of injuries, is inherently Nazna's role, but even that was not satisfactory right now. I want to keep even the slightest MP to cure them.

In a different circuit from the hurried mind, Nazna works out a retreat plan.

Saudirou cannot escape. That also means that you never abandon your fellow women, and if Souzillo, who is suppressing the killers in the first place, were to escape, he would say that he would allow the pursuit from behind.

And in the same sense that Soujiro can't escape, Nazna can't escape either. If Nazna runs away, the barrier runs out in a few seconds fast, or even thirty seconds late. Damage will go to Soudirou's HP if the barrier runs out. Nazna cannot escape to keep Soujiro alive, that is, to delay the pursuit a little.

So what about the other girls?

We can get Kawala and the olives out of here first, and that's probably the only correct answer.

But we also need a trigger for that. If you start running away now, that killer could move his target from Souzillo and ravage the girls. Of course, it's Souzillow's role to prevent it, but I can't be sure it can. That demon is so hands-on.

If there is any chance. It's been twitching for a while as I think about it, and this alley, which can be tightened from both sides, gets dimmer and dimmer. The dusk is prolonged and prolonged with the blade of a glowing killer dancing as if it emits phosphorescent light.

The colour of the stray is also hidden from the sword that Souzillo wields. The battle is antagonistic. Not to say it's Souzillow, but it's not good that mental agitation doesn't trigger collapse.

That's when the swallow came down.

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Run the branches of ancient trees that surround the Alliance building and flip themselves off its tip.

The branches should be thinner. Though the thick ones that seem to sit across feel safe, it is not convenient to “fly” using shiitake.

In repeated moves Akatsuki casts the city of Akiba.

There are corridors in the air too, just as there are roads on the ground. Flying branches or rooftops. A veranda or a nearly broken sign. The ruins of ancient buildings and the city of adventurers embraced by ancient trees have a route dedicated to those who glimpse through the sky.

Since when, it has been possible to do so without being aware of the air travel that follows that route.

It's an unlikely option in the game days.

I don't think I was able to do it yet when the Round Table was established. I was already unconscious when I got back from Zantreef. It is unclear how long we have been able to do this, but it is no longer conceivable without this method to travel around the streets of Akiba. I feel myself unconsciously observing the wind flow, the arrangement of the building, or the position of the building walls and trees, even in zones like the first one I've been in.

Long hair crept into the layer of air.

If that hair is heavy, the air is damp and the rain is close.

The wind is strong if you want to be pulled, and you can't grasp some paths.

Acatsuki, who even wore that feeling, had likewise begun to acquire a slippage of physical skills among some [adventurers] using the air corridor.

I'm just doing “as usual” like that, but the back of my body lights up and my hands and feet lighten up.

At that moment when you throw yourself out into the air in anticipation of the moment when you weigh on the tip of the branch, you are more clearly aware of your body's movements than usual to capture the wind. Why do you land on the next branch with half your usual force and use that weight shift to fly your consciousness to the next leap, even though it's a dozen repetitive moves?

A short conversation with Rainesia was going around in my head.

When you don't like to think about yourself and others, as you always think, Akatsuki can't sum up his thoughts well. How Raynesia is doing. Rainesian words. My feelings. Words returned. When they come up inside a fluffy akatsuki like bubbles that come to mind, they bounce and disappear.

Akatsuki doesn't really know what he's being driven to because he disappears without words.

Raynesia is hanging in there.

Only words like that smoke in my chest.

So much so that I think it's good to be rewarded.

Clarify your ears and dilute your senses as you look sideways at the sunset that is creeping into the West. The cluttered whining of the city of Akiba is caught in the skills of repeated signs perception.

Let's make onion soup instead of guild.

Where are we going to find the hunting ground tomorrow?

Dinner somewhere, why don't you join us? Oh, you know. It's a treat!

I'm thinking about a new business.

No need to be harsh on our submus at all.

I wonder if I can date you somehow.

Mr. Adventurer eats twice as much as we do, right?

No, triple it. Come on.

Those are really not enough to take, it doesn't matter good conversation. interactions that I wouldn't have liked that were normal. But only today, for some reason, it sounded somewhat clear to Akatsuki's ears.

They probably belong in secret.

A whispering appointment where everyone lives each day and spends the evening with someone close to them on the evening after a day of activity. Or the little wish each of us has for one of us: what day we make tomorrow. It's a whine that belongs to the secret in the sense of an individual's feelings for an individual, although of course it's not a secret in the sense of trouble if asked.

I don't know about Akatsuki, but for each person, I guess it's a serious whine to each. Today's Akatsuki knows how important it is.

Without knowing what he had touched, Akatsuki was something special and touched something big.

It seemed almost unconscious to jump in because I was thinking about it.

It takes about two minutes to capture the sound of an impending rush, change course, and discover the battle from the deserted fifteenth floor building. The moment I recognized him, I was throwing myself in the flutter and in the narrow space of the building.

Kick left and right building walls in search of acceleration as well as leaving it to free fall.

Place your hand on the pattern of a knife wrapped around the back of your hips and storm in a conical shape with your breathing stopped.

Akatsuki finally recognized the surrounding situation with the response of the equipment with magic automatically tearing apart the membrane of the air that unfolds.

Fighting a black killer is one party. Avant-garde Samurai, only one restorer is functioning in the rear guard. Almost half-destructed.

Its avant-garde is one of the "Westwind Brigade" guild masters, Souzillow, which constitutes the eleventh guild of the Round Table Conference. If I were a regular akatsuki, I'd be panicking in a hurry.

What Akatsuki did was what he called "tyranny" in the MMO. A non-Party member (Adventurer) attacks an opponent while the other party is fighting without permission. It's a violation of manners, and they don't look good, because of their close proximity to taking experience and treasures from each other.

Not to mention the opponent, one of the best combat guilds in the city of Akiba. If you're a regular akatsuki who doesn't like people, you're in trouble, and you don't come first.

But not right now.

The events of the morning saturated my consciousness.

Akatsuki jumped through his sight, still dozens of times clearer than usual, in a mental state where he couldn't even think slowly about one thing.

"Axel Fang" from the right.

I don't know. I knew. Kick the wall and dance the universe (Viper Slash).

Killing Assault.

I knew with the first machete, but this killer is strong. You won't win in Akatsuki.

Still didn't stop.

Trying to get just a small tip (Benom Strike).

Backstep the sword of an imminent enemy. Not enough. Behind you forcefully in "Gast Steps". Still not enough. Froze your spine on the blue-white blade slipping through Akatsuki's defensive zone, yet come forward with burning calm. I don't care that my right forehead was taken. [Axel Fang]

Shallow. Again! "Axel Fang" to carefully re-orbit and hoist.

Fast, fast, very sick.

Soon Akatsuki noticed a wave of watery ripples around him.

It's a barrier spell for the Cleric. I can tell it's a high-altitude spell with much higher intensity than Minori's releases. Probably the recovery cover I saw earlier.

But Akatsuki knows it's probably just a little insurance. The killer is still pointing a blade at the "samurai" in front of him. That's why there's less counterattack on Akatsuki, and that's why Akatsuki is still alive. One-on-one, Akatsuki's life is gone.

The round-faced boy, who flushed his long hair to the ponytail of a man, is regrettably also a front-line avant-garde on this server, Souzillow-Seta, led by the Westwind Brigade. Akatsuki is a fierce man with incomparable results and fame. I haven't been able to play that souzillow and contain the black assassin.

"Run!

I could see Soujiro's lip shackles caught in Akatsuki's shouting words.

A strong gaze is punched in to squirt the acorn. Akatsuki had a hunch about himself, even when he seemed younger, being frightened by the look of a man, which was also intimidating. But in reality, I'm fighting like a small storm, ignoring such a hunch.

"Why?"

Too naturally, Akatsuki gets stuck in Soujiro's question.

I just screamed in reflexes, and I don't know why I said that to Akatsuki. Much stronger than Akatsuki, this (Earthlings) is a bummer.

It would be obvious if you think about it. Ability is enhanced with Power Armor (Movable Armor) to reach levels higher than Adventurer. If you look at it again, you'll see that the silhouette like the killer's hands and feet have enlarged is due to the fact that he's forced himself to put some of the guard's armor together. Is the part of the diode that emits light a sign that magic is being supplied, forming a defensive membrane that keeps the Akatsukis from attacking?

Akatsuki won't win. And probably, Souzillo can't win either. You can't defeat this killer in such a narrow alley. We just have to surround ourselves with more "adventurers" and put pressure on them. But that's why I screamed? You want to help Souzillo by turning yourself into a jerk?

Among the saturated thoughts of Akatsuki is a siloe looking up to heaven with a troubled face.

"Why?"

"Taking it down and (...), solving it because (...), not (...)"

Akatsuki intercepted with all his might an imminent alien blow that cut Saudirou.

Assassinate. Even if you have the fastest and strongest stunt of the (assassin) Assassin, which makes it instantaneous damage and slaps over 10,000, you can only distract the trajectory of the black, thick, giant cageman the killer has.

"So run!

"I can't snort about that."

To the overlapping warning, Souzillow deepens his grin and waves down the sword placed on the upper stage.

Soujiro shakes his right forehead off a human separated kick released by a murderer. Losing that same spot as Akatsuki, Soujiro stepped out to cross and jumped the knife he should have swung down.

Souzillow is strong. Probably several times more than Akatsuki.

Even a fraction of the breathing defense can see that.

But that's why you must know that Souzillo can't tailor this bucket thing in this place right now. Yet why won't you run away from me? Akatsuki thought what a stubborn boy. There are only stubborn men in this world if you think about it. Young boys like Towya and Lundelhouse are stubborn, among other things. Direct inheritance is far more stupid than stubborn to revisit the deed. Old Master Chan is also stubborner than he looks. Putting cucumbers in a salad is proof of this. I feel like the only person who listens to Akatsuki's opinions is your master's siloe.

"Left hand!

A violent mass of metal rushes through the tip of its nose where the acorn stops suddenly.

Souzillow gently dodged the beating blow he barely dodged, looking at Akatsuki.

Akatsuki stared at it and admired the movement, feeling strange.

Soujiro still has a bottom-cold smile pointed at both the murderer and Akatsuki.

If it was a regular Akatsuki, I'm sure he'd be under enough pressure to run back.

But it's not.

Here again, I'm not sure Akatsuki himself, there's something big. Soujiro didn't intimidate Akatsuki. In an attempt to give Akatsuki something, Akatsuki touched it.

Akatsuki felt sorry for not knowing who it was, but only felt that it was very important, when he didn't know.

"Mr. Nazna. Go home one foot away."

"- Okay. I'll wait in the guild hall."

The word finally showed Akatsuki that Soujiro continued to fight the unwinning killer to cover the girls who had been rendered powerless. Akatsuki and Soujiro go on a rampage, even though they feel barriers and signs of retreat flying to Akatsuki and Soujiro for all their last cover.

Neither Soujiro's flowing attacks nor Akatsuki's stunt-shaking attacks work for killers. Overlap dozens of attacks. The fact that this killer can only be fought for so long by the two of us is in itself a line with the hunting killings so far, but of course Akatsuki couldn't afford to realize that.

Without my power, but still I just wave my sword desperately.

Just because I presented myself here, I wonder what can be changed to the "Adventurer" (light life) who will be resurrected in the Great Temple. Even though Akatsuki is tiny, poorly guessed, and weak.

But I think Rainesia is hanging in there.

If you're aware, the barrier you got cover for because of is gone. The cold air covering the area apparently isn't just for the winter wind, it's also some range attack emitted by the current killer. I have about half the HP of Saudirou that I followed with a direct target. There's a limit to the amount of time you can spend fighting like this.

"Well. As much as I'm a senior junior, I need to give you a little something."

Souzillow leaked words that didn't make sense, and changed his mind.

That was a beautiful middle stage from Akatsuki, who was a Kendo girl - in swordsmanship terms, it was a blue-eyed setup.

"Even so, there's not much I can say."

In front of Akatsuki, a smooth advancing soujiro waves a sword. A blow without any weird philosophy. And the killer's counterattack cuts off the universe. I pretended to be empty.

"Look closely, listen carefully"

Now a blow that the killer protrudes with momentum that just crushes his bones as well. Souzillow brings it into a match. In the red blood of a soudilow frozen in the air, two distant people make contact again.

"To want strongly and keep thinking about it for that matter. Don't give up, keep working out"

The flying Akatsuki also waves a small knife desperately.

Even though it's very important, it breaks because Akatsuki doesn't know how important it is.

That's a very bad thing. Grief spreads across your chest.

"... it's not really a pitiful explanation for anything. That's all there is to it."

I should have known, but the Akatsukis were “dead" with so much pain I hadn't imagined.

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Nothing makes every tea party a dressing competition.

That morning, when the weather did not bless, the rooms in Leinesia had a quiet atmosphere.

It may be said that the atmosphere of the Tea Party is determined by the members. Gorgeous and lively at once when Marielle comes. When it's only Henrietta, it feels like a consultation.

And when Reese and I were together, we had a spicy, calm atmosphere.

Members of the Mitsuki Alliance and the Eighth Shopping District don't seem to be coming today. That's what Reese told Raynesia with her little neck. He welcomed the "D.D.D." teacher who led the instructional unit, ate lunch for two and grabbed a green tea that was left in a large pot.

Outside the window there was cloudy weather that seemed to cry out.

The blonde (Adventurer) sitting across from the small sofa set is throwing a gaze at the distance from that window.

There is no conversation-like conversation between the two of them.

Raynesia herself didn't care much about that. I know a lot about this woman named Reese. Courtesy and serenity, this girl says she comes from the same gate as that Krusty (monster). Because of their character, it has been in the past that there will be no more conversation between them.

I even talked a lot with care at first, but since this blonde girl told me she was clearly a useless caregiver, I stopped trying to force her to have a conversation.

Or so, it doesn't mean it's awkward or I can't talk. As long as there is talk, sometimes a much longer story is about the current relationship between Rainesia and a girl named Reese.

Besides, only today, the Leinesians were in a mood that was not quite there either.

The "earthlings", but also the existence of the city of Akiba, called Satellite, that should abide by the law, are corrupt and attacking the adventurers. There have already been many victims. When I think about my little acquaintance, who leaves me with strange words and pops out to the city, Rainesia kind of feels like I can't help but feel very hard.

I can't get the question out of my head as to how this happened and why I am.

Cloudy eyebrows in the kind of weather to annoy your melancholy self.

"This Tokyo will be cold. It's going to be cold this winter."

"Cane......?

Rainesia was pulled back by the words Leese leaked pompously.

It is the language of the ancient Art to indicate "Paradise of the East”. Castle Cinderella, an ash princess castle where Rainesia was born and raised, also said that the ancient steel plates had cane lettering.

"Oh, uh. It is the word of the Adventurer, referring to the area around Maihama, Akiba and Shibuya."

Nod at that explanation.

Even with the shallow knowledge of Rainesia, that's a story that fits.

"Was Master Reese's home a warmer place than a cane?

"It's more Tokyo than Tokyo... Yeah, right. It wasn't this cold in the winter. We were most vulnerable to the cold, so much so that we were dressed in thicker clothes and stuck in the house."

(... Were you vulnerable to the cold? Were you at home?

What Adventurer said remained suddenly unclear.

Rainesia with her little neck had a gaze with Reese.

When Reese quietly put the teacup back on the table, she stared at Rainesia during the soot. To Rainesia, who doesn't know how to take that gaze, Reese smiles calmly and gently as she sees it for the first time.

I was born in a small city in Tokyo.

"Akiba, isn't it?

"Yeah. In a city called Kiyose. Speaking of which... is it around the Novidome District? Looks like there's something going on. There's nothing there."

"But..."

By Rainesia's memory, Novidome District was supposed to be a habitat for aquatic monsters. There is no city in such a place, nor one of the villages.

Rainesia was surprised that she was surprised.

"Isn't Master Reese a nobleman?

That's because Reese thought it was a powerful child of some nobleman. The Adventurer is educated enough for everyone not to be considered a civilian. Among them, Reese and Henrietta are aristocrats with grace and elegance. It's not a matter of superficial courtesy. I grew up in an environment where I could care for others from birth, I think I'm a true nobleman.

Nothing, I have nothing to say because I didn't, and because I'm a civilian, I'm not going to make a distinction because I'm an 'adventurer', Rainesia gets to that answer, thinking about why she was surprised.

"Yeah, I'm not. Born in a small normal house, raised as a normal child, went to normal school."

……

"School is also here, isn't it? This is the place to gather children and make them learn. Where I was born, all children in the community are required to enter some school."

I don't know anything about Reese.

I don't know anything about Akatsuki, or Henrietta, or Marielle, or Serara, or Nazna, or Micah Lizard, or Ranya, or Little Bean.

And about Crusty.

I mean, I don't really know anything about the Adventurer.

I've thought about it over and over again, but I'm reminded again. To his own ignorance, Rainesia is so ashamed and desperate.

"Right...... When I was a kid, I thought it was for you. There's no animation for children...... right? Fairy tale, is it? Up for it, running around mixed up with boys. Most of all, I graduated by the time I was ten.... and then, yeah. Trying to stretch out and be a lady, failing, laughing around. I liked studying, and I was good at it. If you did that, you'd be complimented, so you were good at it. Most of all, it didn't take long for that to become obvious, and eventually I didn't get compliments..."

"Ah..."

That was something Rainesia had in mind, too.

I was good at being well-behaved and smiling. Being sitting smart as an adult was not bitter. I liked getting compliments, and I was doing it. Rainesia loved her father, her mother, and her grandparents - her family.

Now it has become so learning-like that I can't handle it otherwise, but at first it is. I wanted someone I loved to laugh at. I wanted you to be happy.

"I was an honorable student in school. It's because you had a good reception and were good at studying. That was just how I was born, rather than how desperate I was to make an effort, too. There were several large hospitals and many elderly people in the city where they were born. So I guess you were more aware of adult gaze than children.... In that sense, I'm glad to be here and in the" D.D. "There is someone who was crushing me in my thoughts. Someone has taught me that I don't need to end up with that. - A lot,"

"Um."

Rainesia stopped it with a strong tone.

You can't ask that.

I don't deserve to hear it.

I thought she was a strong woman. Rainesia ashamed herself of thinking that she was of aristocratic origin or that she was an 'adventurer'. Wasn't that, after all, just not trying to understand one girl named Reese?

If you realize that, what is the world you know, how tiny and narrow?

I'm not unknowingly narrow because I was raised as a princess of My Hama. The world of Rainesia is narrow because I wasn't even trying to see anything right there.

- Rainesia is hanging in there.

I finally understood the meaning of the said word.

Didn't that mean "I was watching it right"?

Rainesia was a child so much that she didn't even understand what she said.

"I was born in the capital of My Hama. Since I was a princess for once, I've been raised by a nanny since I was a little girl...... I don't know much about playing like you guys do. Probably rich and happy. There were beautiful clothes and plenty of food. I've never felt like my life was in danger..."

Rainesia started talking in a small voice.

"Academics, there were several more teachers in the castle. Perhaps as an" earthlings "I was educated above the standard, but from what Leese and the others have told me, I don't know where I can get my chest up..."

Raynesia spinned her words without knowing what to tell her.

It was a young ritual, which I repeat as Leese taught me.

"I've worn a cat, too, probably because I want my family to compliment me. The... The truth is, it's amazing. I want to have a nap or a sun shade every day, and I don't know half the hard stories. When you're bored, you can yawn, you can kill."

Confessing that to a thoughtful Liese takes courage, not a small one.

But Raynesia didn't want to stop the words, even though she was disappointed in Reese's condition. That swallow-like girl, probably because she flew ahead.

"I came to this city thinking I could escape a troublesome liturgy. Even now, I don't like doing business or taking responsibility. Faced with things you don't know, you want to cry. I think it suits you best to eat a small grip and be blurry. But I'm not... I mean, I'm a princess, so - I can't, and I don't think I should. The truth is, I don't even know if it really is..."

Rainesia feels resentful for not being a good word.

Even Krusty would have drawn this feeling on me.

But maybe, that's not good enough.

Then there is something between this golden girl, or a girl who resembles a swallow, that cannot be spinned or connected.

I thought I heard Elissa's teaching-inclusive laugh. Instantly irritated, Rainesia continues to be somewhat abusive to her, as she squeezes out.

"Maybe something very important is right there somewhere, and that's important, so I think we need to take care of it. So I have to be a princess, I think. - But that's not enough, so..."

"Yes."

"I also want to get things right about Mr. Reese. It's not just about Mr. Reese, it's also about Mr. Akatsuki. And Mr. Marielle. Otherwise, I don't think Leese deserves to be close to me, live in Akiba... or protect me."

"Are you sure?"

Reese laughed small at the words, but concealed a tone that lit up her face and fulfilled Rainesia's wishes.

"Right. It's embarrassing to be a high school student. It's from such a front.... That's my first piece of advice. The way you say" make it right ”is too difficult. Cohon. Let's be friends, Rainesia. I'm an Adventurer, if you don't mind."

It was a piece of something important, given by a princess who didn't think of it.