Log Horizon

Micah Lizard smashed into a small rice balls.

This lunch is a very popular meal in Rodeyan, which comes out of the "Rice Ball Store Eunmusubi". I've never taken proper statistics, but it was a rumor all around that more than half of the lunch in this guild was supplied by "Enmusubi".

Behind Micah Lizard, a loving (earthlings) girl wearing a triangular scarf handed out one of her order tags. The glossy dark hair is cut over her shoulders and the changing look is adorable at times. Was it a girl named Kaike?

"Rice Ball Shop Eun Musubi" should be run by more than two dozen (earthlings), of whom about five adorable girls are treated like idols. It is particularly popular in Rodeo Research, and fan clubs exist. The girl, then a girl who was supposed to be competing for the top popularity along with Kudelya, I remember seeing it on a science building poster.

(No, you wouldn't. Not now, if not)

Micah Lizard frowned and hit the rice balls.

Exactly. I don't feel like putting my mind to the cute lunch-daughter rankings today.

Micah lizards are at the end of this noise. Of course, I'm not responsible. Micah Kage just reported the part of the current investigation that he found out about and the possibility of doing so, and there is absolutely no responsibility for the incident itself. But it never cleared up in my heart.

Micakage handed the little rice balls to Allie of Arlaune, his partner's plant spirits, who had twisted from under his feet to his knees. Arlaune is rounded with both hands. When she holds it, she is much more worn. Though soothed by its appearance, Micah Lizard looked around.

This huge hall, in the shape of a semi-circular bowl, is commonly known as the "lecture room”.

It's roughly eight minutes in now.

In the meantime, it's supposed to be lunch. Most participants take their lunches out of their luggage or open the wrap of rice balls that have been delivered.

Originally, more people could go out to the cafeteria or outside, but today that kind of movement is also dull from the content side.

There are meetings both in the morning and in the afternoon, but the morning department presented a picture of the presentations of each graduate department rather than a conference. I guess so in the afternoon.

Guild members believe that Rodeo Research is a college-like organization. I am convinced that universities, even if they go too far, are organizations that are for technical research and drilling, as well as for aggregation. Therefore, even though it is a meeting, if it is technical, it really presents a situation such as the report of research results.

The atmosphere in the staircase class was difficult to say.

It's not bright. You could say I'm depressed. But rather than just simply being disappointed, it feels like at the bottom of it you're squeezing away the excitement as well. Whether you are there or here, members of the same major gather together to discuss it in a low voice.

Some of the groups continued to argue in a low voice over the majors.

Some of the morning presentations were so shocking.

"Sometimes it's good."

Aomori, a colleague with an equally onigiri cheek, spoke from next door.

"I wonder if that's a good thing"

"Mmm. Probably?"

When I heard Aomori's raw reply, Micah Lizard, in great difficulty, nodded vaguely.

Sure, I can't say for sure it's a bad thing.

In the morning, Micah Cage made an announcement.

"Rode Research" will hold many monthly presentations on its organization. That's no exception to the culinary club to which Micah Cage belongs. However, in the culinary section of creating delicious things, presentations are mostly in the form of tastings. Micah Cage was running out of energy in the morning announcement.

It was a heavy load for Micah Kage, a cook who did not usually make presentations with materials or make lengthy oral arguments. A grudge swirls in response to a colleague who pushed me.

Micah Lizard, who kicked Aomori and took the fried chicken from that lunch, quickly gave Allie.

"What are you doing?

"Allie, delicious?

Insider Allie doesn't answer that question and eats deep fried chicken to hide in a mica lizard. The look of it is adorable and the mica lizard is relieved.

Even "Adventurers" who do not have a sub-position "Cook" are increasingly able to cook.

That's the report Micah Cage made.

There are currently two types of culinary methods in this world.

Let's start with the Menu Act. Possess the ingredients described in the recipe you are "storing", near the kitchen facilities, and open the operation menu. If you select the desired dish from the operation menu, the dish will be finished.

Whatever the dish, the production time is basically ten seconds.

This approach has great advantages. First, that time would be an obvious advantage. Whether it is a time-consuming simmering dish or a fermented food, it only takes ten seconds.

In addition, the small amount of material consumed is an advantage. The recipe only lists a maximum of about five ingredients. Including seasonings. If you make "meat potatoes," for example, all you need are three types: potato x3 beef x1 dark soy sauce x1. You don't need onions, you don't need carrots, you don't need mirin. Of course they appear to have been used in the finished product. as if the material had been replenished from nothing.

Of course, there are the disadvantages of being huge - too huge. It makes the taste of the finished food taste like a fudge of polish, no matter what ingredients it uses and what recipe it is. Is it a flavor that doesn't taste good? The texture is also like an energy bar that has been around for a long time, not a very appetizing thing.

Another method is called the "hand cooking method".

This one needs to be cooked just like the real world. The restriction of recipes does not exist and is concerned with whether the cook knows how to cook that dish. All the ingredients must be put away, and they do not boil from nothing. In addition, the freshness and condition of the material affects the degree of completion. I mean, it's pretty much the same as real world food.

In both cases, what is overwhelmingly different from the real world is that the cook must be a sub-occupation (cook). And whether it's a menu method or a handicraft method, it's characterised by being restricted by the level of "cook".

In the case of the menu method, if the level of "cook" has not been reached as specified in the recipe, the probability of cooking success is reduced.

In the case of hand cooking methods, it is not possible to see the level of "cook" required specifically, but complex techniques such as steaming and frying, as well as cooking with a high number of processes, are likely to fail.

If both fail, there will just be "burnt wreckage" or "wreckage" just like in the game days.

"Adventurers" who do not have a sub-position "Cook" fail in every dish. Even where I was so good at cooking on Earth, I couldn't even make salads. That should have been common sense since the Catastrophe.

That's slowly breaking down.

Even "adventurers" who do not have a sub-position "cook" can now easily season or cut ingredients. I can make salads now.

What's happening? I don't know.

I don't even know "catastrophe" in the first place. There's no way I know what this change means.

However, it is not difficult to predict that the range of the waves will be vast.

When did this change happen, even the mica lizards (cooks) were in a situation where they could not be sure. In Akiba and the Roundtable Conference, we noticed earlier restrictions on the creation of items due to suboccupations. That was the reason why the Round Table was established in the first place.

It may also be said that the discovery is based on the formation of departments between sub jobs of the same kind in "Rode Research". In other words, there are only "cooks" around Micah Lizards. That is also a high level for everyone, including Micah Cage. Also, in Akiba, where the common sense was known, the perception was completely pervasive that a meal was something that the Alliance's "cook" would make or buy a total dish sold by the "cook".

So I didn't realize when this phenomenon started.

According to a recent survey by the Micah Cages (Rodeo Research) Culinary Department, almost half of the Adventurers have a good chance of success in cooking salads. Even the unsuccessful Adventurer seems to be responding differently than before.

The occurrence of the phenomenon could be confirmed.

However, it is still unclear whether that is the result of the unconscious efforts of each person, that is, the increased ability of the [Adventurer], or the dust of game protection. It was confirmed that a similar phenomenon was happening to the "earthlings". Anyway, even the Allies of the Plant Spirit were possible.

What is even scarier is that this is not limited to cooking.

For example, if it was architecture, the suboccupation (carpenter), if it was furniture creation, the suboccupation (carpenter) occupied those item creation. That must have been the world (Elder Tail).

At the morning debriefing, however, reports were scattered similar to those made by Micah Cage's "cook".

Architecture, blacksmiths, etc. are not as familiar technology to contemporary people as cooking, so even if we do a survey, we do not seem to have a clear confirmation of the small number of samples, but there are clear reports from several instances that the rules of thumb so far are shaky.

Micah lizards aren't the only ones upset.

Aomori, the fellow venues, everyone in Rodeo Research is feeling something.

Hush and quiet, Micah Lizard gave her gaze.

It was Roderick who took the stage ahead, which the surrounding members will also note. A bunch of fellow cheeky rice balls and sandwiches around because we're still in the middle of lunch time, staring at Roderick with a question mark.

Dressed in white, he began to talk when he scratched his head with fatigue on his usual calm and tidy face.

"Uh. I'm just messing with you, but I've been waiting for you. I've got news of the investigation, and I want you to let me interrupt because it looks like I'm going to have to change gear this afternoon. Lunch time shall be extended by one hour. It should be noted that gearing is a shift to countermeasures."

The phrase "transition to measures" ran on purpose.

Half the surprise is that measures are needed. One way or another, cautious Roderick himself decided to become actively involved.

"I want you to listen to me because you can eat while you want. There are three cases to report. First, the issue of gender differences from the Appearance Redefined Potion and the Game Age. Due to a few instances… or almost all cases, I have previously reported that my personality is affected by the flesh, but thank you, my voice seems to be affected as well. It is unclear whether there is an institutional role in the vocal cords, but if you are currently an" adventurer "with a female body, the voice will gradually become a woman. Even if it was a male player playing."

I finally made a loud noise and heard the pen rolling.

The lecture hall was no longer in the silence of one deafening.

"The next step is optical observation....... ahh. There is no certainty in this matter. I'll measure again, but it's still uncertain. Nevertheless, as far as I am concerned, I consider it a fact. The distance between the city of Akiba and Fuji seems to be increasing. that is, the distance between any two points is marginal but is moving away"

This report appears to have been water in the bedear for a large number of people in the venue.

"Excuse me..."

One "blacksmith" who seems weak raises his hand. The question, with Roderick's permission, represented everyone else's doubts.

"Is that, anywhere? Does that mean the yamato is getting wider......?

"I believe so"

To Roderick's answer, the venue breathes.

"Considers that the last matter is the result of an investigation project brought in from outside but should be shared; … about the flavored text set on the item, but for some items it was confirmed that it had the effect"

Micah Lizard turned his eyes round.

Flavor text works? I wonder what that means?

For example, suppose there is a certain magic weapon. "+5% Damage, 180-216 Additional Flame Damage, [STR] Enhanced +15". This is the magical power of the weapon. In addition to the normal weapon performance, special effects reinforce the accompanying weapon.

In contrast, the flavor text refers to such a sentence. "This weapon, the Haughty Spear of Heavy Fire, is a spear given to a good knight by the Ancient Westland Regular Army. Decorated with fire dragon fangs, it holds the power of fire. That the ancient Roga-Zari inspired his men's courage with this spear". In other words, it is a description of the item, describing its origin and characteristics. It is information that can be read as a result of an item appraisal, but it makes no sense game-wise. It's a text to boost the atmosphere.

In the first place, flavored text means fragrance to an extent.

It doesn't work. It's a flavor because it doesn't work. It should be.

Besides, does it work?

Micah Lizard, instantly, wasn't sure what that meant.

I don't know, so I saw Aomori.

Don't even know Aomori, he looks anxiously back at Micah Lizard.

And that was the same for many of my people.

Roderick once closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. Members decide to be prepared for that appearance, when this is finally a hassle.

"I don't think these are individual phenomena. I don't think this phenomenon coincides irrelevantly at this time of year. In other words, I believe it is a series of cases. Considers that this world is now in the midst of an ongoing massive change; The" catastrophe "is not over (,,,,,,). I would suggest that we should do the biggest piece of information on this matter."

Roderick's words rolled unresponsively in the auditorium where they were taken lightly.

Almost all the inhabitants of the city of Akiba were still unaware of this change.

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Akatsuki and Rainesia sat in a rushed office.

In front of me is Liese and Henrietta. Many maids move around the area bulkingly, and for some reason Nazna relaxes while eating Dafu.

Akatsuki, who was taken directly from the Great Temple, was fed breakfast and lunch with the word for now, after which the flow began to ask for more information.

When Akatsuki, who thought it would be troubling to learn more about the situation, was turning a flickering glance at Rainesia, who was urged by Henrietta to sit next to Akatsuki as well.

Luxurious carpet hairy feet don't have painful feet because they are long and fluffy, etc., and Akatsuki has always lived in the Japanese-style room, so I can't resist the front seat at all. But what about Rainesia? He didn't seem to be able to be in the front seat at all, he just gave a serious look and imitated Akatsuki.

"I've already heard the rough part. The identity of the murderer is" the earth man ". And the sacrificial clan. So that combat capability is due to" Power Armor "(Movable Armor). The Urban Defense Demon Square is providing magic and gaining the ability to fight like a small Laid Boss."

To Reese's words, Rainesia is drooling her head.

Apparently, Rainesia explained the situation to the female adventurers gathered at the Tea Party.

Akatsuki was surprised by it.

The Earthlings kill the Adventurers.

Rainesia should have been so frightened and worried about the discovery of the situation. But Rainesia, who sees Liese and Henrietta sitting in the front seat next to Akatsuki, was not a expression of determination.

But that may also be natural. Akatsuki wanted to support the princess of the "Earthlings" who, if you think about it, rode the back of a griffon to recruit the warriors of the Siege of Zantreef.

"- If this incident is discovered, the relationship between the 'adventurers' and the 'earthlings' in the city of Akiba will deteriorate. If suspicion of the sacrificial clan increases, there may be cracks in urban life itself. That's what you two thought. Worried about the situation, Mr. Akatsuki tried to solve the case, not the murder of the killer. Right?"

Akatsuki sat down and pondered.

Probably will, in words.

Akatsuki is aware of his actions, saying he jumped out into the city at night without thinking deeply. Akatsuki just wanted to tell someone that Rainesia wasn't wrong. If I stopped the killer, I felt it would pass on. No, I'm thinking about it later, so I can just understand it that way, and if I remember that time honestly, maybe it was just eight wins. It also seems like he just pummeled frustration at a world that doesn't try to understand himself or Rainesia.

But it was too early to put that into words, and Akatsuki stared at Liese in silence.

"I can understand that idea. I don't think it's a hidden case, but still, a prompt resolution can be a major element in quelling the noise."

"I'm the only victim here."

Nazna, who took the liquor out of her luggage, mixes back the words of her instructor, Reese.

"... that the Westwind Brigade will release this matter?

"Ainya. Saudirou said to pull his hand. We have no publicity or revenge. There will be good things to do inside the guild, but Souzillo will take care of that. That's the kind of guild we are. I'm that butt plush. It's up to both of us."

"It's..."

"You just have to preach without making a roundabout confirmation."

To Nazna's words, Liese and Henrietta sighed.

Nazna never seemed to care, although the atmosphere was a little more like taking steps than saying she couldn't be dealing with him. The appearance of sleeping on the sofa, protruding white skin wrapped in clasps from the cheeks of a loose Japanese costume that can be seen in some ways, is more reminiscent of a large cat than a tight one.

He looked inconsistent with the harshly strained atmosphere during the battle. But from Akatsuki's perspective, it looks natural. Maybe this one's true.

(But maybe there's really no such thing as "what it really is"...)

I think Siloe, who caresses Akatsuki's head, is the real master.

But he's also the boss with his head in the paperwork, and he's the real boss in the battlefield for backup disparities.

A slight pain runs into your chest, but praise Minori, because smiling at Marielle is a true master.

As Rainesia next door has a serious look with determination, not in her usual graceful and smug appearance, not tired and soothing.

I guess none of that is supposed to mean a lie.

Akatsuki first realized that in a world that was only so wide and vibrant.

The truth is, there are plenty.

"I mean, is this what you mean?

Henrietta spoke quietly when she put her arms together in front of Akatsuki and Rainesia.

"He said we looked good thinking we could do it on our own. Didn't you really know we should talk about this? Neither Akatsuki nor Lady Rainesia have you been able to climb up a bit? Aren't you fooling around?

Henrietta's eyes weren't as teary-eyed and radiant as usual.

He had a really serious look on his face.

Akatsuki had no words to give back. You were right.

This case is still fine. I can also make an excuse for the blood popping up on my head.

But I've been hiding in the shadow of the siloe for so long, there's no excuse.

I ended up troublesome or cut it off if I didn't need it and didn't try to relate to others. Whatever your elder teacher or direct heir to, didn't you spare a word for the same guild of youths like Minori and Toya?

Of course, I supported the activity. Secluded escorts or provision of materials. Reconnaissance, selection of hunting grounds, etc. But we have avoided discussing it directly or acting together. It's not like there's a lot of reasons.

Because it's not my role, use the escape word.

Ugly knew. Awareness tormented Akatsuki.

"How long are you going to be alone? Don't you think it's sweet that even Master Shiloe should be here?

Akatsuki sneers at Henrietta's blameworthy voice.

No words. Because you're right.

I was counting on my master, so as soon as he was gone, I couldn't do anything. I wanted to do as much as you asked, but I couldn't even do it. Even though Shiloe only entrusted me to Akatsuki.

"Were you going to this hall to protect me?

I feel like I've been replied to what I was thinking, and Akatsuki gives me a gaze.

"It's not just Akatsuki's job to go to the Water Maple Hall and help with the security system. Neither do I. Neither do Mr. Reese."

This time Akatsuki turns bright red with shame and bitterness.

It's obvious if you think about it. There is no way to leave one Akatsuki as an escort in a girl named Rainesia, not to mention the city of Akiba, who has become so important as to contend for one or two. The Leinesian Tea Party was at Shiloe's behest. If you think about it, you'll know.

It was even a thought that Siloe relied on me.

That makes me sad, regretful and tearful.

But now is not the time to cry. Akatsuki did try to protect Rainesia. But that wasn't just an attempt to protect that life as an escort. That day, at that time, I tried to preserve the wishes and integrity of this girl, who was heavily responsible as the representative of the "earthlings".

"Mr. Akatsuki, the... and take."

Rainesia interrupts me in a tone I can't seem to say anything about.

But that gets stopped by Reese.

"But I want to help. I have to borrow it."

Akatsuki desperately connected the words.

"Yeah, of course. Me and Mr. Reese will help. As I promised earlier. But who is that word to?

That was too difficult a question for Akatsuki.

To who? To Henrietta or Liese. To Nazna? To the mica lizards who aren't here?

But who is that? Who should I rely on? Do I have the right to rely on someone or something?

But, sure, there's something there.

I just can't find the right word for Akatsuki, and I have a gift for her.

Akatsuki must have noticed it in that lost dream.

It spilled in the dim of dawn. That torments Akatsuki.

I should have held it together with Siloe's coat, but it was empty in my hand if my eyes woke up.

I couldn't bring it back from my dreams.

There was something in my chest that didn't accumulate.

I didn't really get the words I was supposed to have.

Couldn't show everyone that it was supposed to be firm in the chest.

I seriously thought Akatsuki could rip his own chest open if he could show everyone that thought and wish that Akatsuki was important.

But I can't see it when I rip my chest open.

To the clumsiness of his own impudence, Akatsuki's expression distorted and tears were about to spill.

"Akatsuki is my friend."

Akatsuki stared with a decent look at Raynesia, who shook off Reese's restraint, saying it with an angry look.

In Akatsuki, something buries.

It was a misgrappled word, a door that Akatsuki pretended not to notice, a key to that door.

The word was brought from a silver princess who would never speak of it, warmed the acorns, and made them strong.

"Raynesia is hanging in there. From, I want to help. Everybody... all of us. Well... we're friends..."

It didn't speak well.

Embarrassment, helplessness, and depression are all over the body.

There is also a strong will to still have to do it.

Akatsuki took half a step so as to break the oddity.

I made a small step forward that was very unlikely to be a step.

The word "friend” seemed faint with hesitation in his mouth.

A gentle understanding was connected in Akatsuki.

Rainesia is real, too, like somewhere far away with a gentle grin, but Rainesia, angry next to Akatsuki, is real too. Henrietta, who always toys with Akatsuki, is also real, but Henrietta, who is obsessed with Akatsuki, is also real. Both Reese, who sees and listens to the dresses worn by the "Earthlings", and Reese, who shows the side of the battle commander, are real.

From a proper front, there are a lot of people around Akatsuki who care about Akatsuki.

Even if Akatsuki gets poorly dressed, he won't be a dick. Akatsuki is still a real Akatsuki.

There are so many people who worried about Akatsuki, who failed and fell to the murder blade.

I also feel like I know that Reese is in middle school or something. Precisely at the junior high level. Akatsuki thinks it's less than Minori to learn this now. But there's no rush to get your heart out there. It's probably true that it's below Minori. Besides, there's someone who's worried about me right now.

"Okay. Okay, we have a plan. to close this case. I requested the Round Table Meeting to install a no-night ban. Three days from now, let's get rid of that killer."

In Reese's words Akatsuki felt his chest loose. This time, no doubt.

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Henrietta looked out at the city of Akiba from the dance floor of the stairs.

Many of the city's trees are deciduous, but some are evergreen. Green accents on gray ruins are eye friendly. The scenery itself is familiar, as the home of the Tri-Smoon Alliance lies within this guild hall. But that altitude is different now.

The Alliance of the Three Moons (Alliance Home) is located on the fifth floor of the hall. This dance floor is on the tenth floor. We are aiming for the upper level of the same building, or "round table".

Henrietta kept walking. It's a struggle in the real world to think about ascending and descending an elevator's dying skyscraper every time, but the flesh of the Adventurer is high performance. Do that round trip without bitterness, even while holding the crate.

The cold on the stairs where the concrete swelled out was also not much of a problem, reaching the floor where it was intended.

Henrietta enters the "Secretariat" by greeting the daughter of the familiar "Landlord". This is the hub of the Round Table Conference. True "round table meetings" refer to meetings by the heads of the eleven guilds representing Akiba, but it is this "Secretariat" that manages the plans decided there.

There is a loud voice that it would not be a good idea not to give space for that either to the eleven guilds that once bend over will deposit Akiba's policy decisions, and among the [Secretariat], each of the eleven guilds is also given one office at a time. Most of the eleven guilds are big enough to represent Akiba. Most guild masters have an office inside their home base, and they should be doing a lot of different work there. That's the same for the mid-level guild, the March Alliance, which has a fancy office that reflects Marielle's taste.

For this reason, the office of the person who has been attached to the [office] usually uses methods such as leaving a voicemail and being a liaison officer. but unfortunately there aren't that many people in the "March Alliance". Henrietta visits regularly there, organizing accumulated materials and letters.

The Secretariat is staffed by a large number of "earthlings".

It also had the objective of commissioning simple administrative tasks, as well as an operational test of whether we could work together in the workplace. Maybe I should ask them for a liaison officer too, but they're dropping me off now. Even if you don't shake such a job, the [Landlord] staff has as much work to do, including contacting and negotiating against the hundreds of guilds that exist in Akiba.

Having greeted them, Henrietta reaches the office and groans. The writing was once again flooded from the concierge. As usual, I'm doomed just to see it. Even the March Alliance is making it relatively easier among the eleven guilds. I don't want to think about other guilds.

Henrietta pours it into the crate she brought in as she quickly classifies the paperwork. They look like huge portions, but most of them are reports and confirmation documents. If you don't have to take it back to the Alliance House, just sign the confirmation and throw it into the checkout box.

I looked back at the last few days with such simple work.

I moved fast from that day.

I was tempted to command Reese, but the other participants didn't lose either. If you think about it, women like Nazna, Kyoko, and Kozuko have been involved in large-scale combat (Reid) even though they were women, at least before the Catastrophe. Organizational behavior would have been good.

The living room of Rainesia became an extraordinary operational headquarters, where the executive desk brought in by Reese from the guild was installed. Even there, it has become no less of a training ground than here. An enormous amount of writing notes are overflowing in the process of being cleared. It was a headache sight for The Adventurer, including Henrietta, who grew up in the paperless environment of modern Earth.

Operations against killers are called "captive operations," "recapture operations," etc., by the participants.

Due to the nature of the Leinesian Hall as the operational headquarters, the only participants were the women invited to the Leinesian Tea Party. Henrietta and Marielle are in on it, of course.

There are two central figures. Akatsuki and Rainesia. And the central figure didn't seem to be suitable for either of us, just being unfamiliar with this kind of exercise. I'm turning right and left with my eyes round just the first time it happened. The two are central as initiators, but cannot be relied upon in the sense of collective action. So the actual management practices are partitioned by Liese and Henrietta.

I had to.

Henrietta, disgusted with the organization, looked up at the ceiling as she sat on one of the leather hangings. No staff other than the Mitsuki Alliance will come in unless called to the office. From the usual girlfriend, I wouldn't have any choice but to be in a distracted position.

I can't even think satisfied when I'm in the guild surrounded by bright and noisy members, including Marielle. As Henrietta gently pressed up her glasses, she sighed quietly and removed a single card from her favorite small pass case.

An unadulterated card with just a few lines of letters written in an undecorative typeface.

This card is an account.

A card showing the accounts of the only banking organization in the "Elder Tail", also located in the Guild Hall. It is an access card that has never existed before.

Before Catastrophe, Elder Tail was a game. It is a not-for-profit organization for depositing players' cash and items, unlike that in the global world when we say "bank" there. No, it's not even a nonprofit. That was "one of the features of the game".

The character of the game automatically has a "bank" account the moment he is born as a character, that is, the moment he starts the game. The opening procedure is unnecessary. The guild likewise has one account the moment it is formed. It is an automatic process and cannot be rejected instead of having to take time to open it. That's what it is. Naturally, there are no cards or ledgers. Because the game system can identify and manage individuals with absolute precision without the need for such a thing.

But the card in front of you is different.

Three cards that the three committees present in the Round Table Meeting plan to hold. One of them. It represents an account that is neither individual nor guild. Probably something that the Adventurer didn't even think about in this Yamato.

"... it's time to be quiet for this."

Henrietta turned with her fingertips as she twirled the card, meditating her eyes.

Henrietta felt that Shiloe was not in Akiba. I wasn't told clearly, but the request she was asked to make by Siloe - given the management of this card, I can predict.

This card doesn't mean anything yet. Because there's no cash in that account, and it's not tied to any action. It is currently just one account set up.

But the possibilities in that future are only blinding.

Henrietta can see that. Just thinking about how to use it is enough to even remember the chill.

The reason this account hasn't come to light is because this card is still pointless so far. This means that we are in the process of testing the possibilities and not the time of announcement. At least, that's how Henrietta's explained it. On the other hand, Henrietta had also guessed the circumstances not explained.

Shiloe probably avoided making the announcement with the information leak in mind.

Akatsuki's actions, which concealed that he was not in Akiba, also support it.

Crusty, Siloe, and Michitaka think about "problems that may arise in the future". And among the problems is probably the "presence of enemies". Badly, they think it has to assume the inside of the Round Table.

Henrietta feels that Plant Hwyaden is west and observing Akiba. The "Hope Township" (Odyssey), which is a minority but is beginning to hear its name, is also creepy.

(I can't believe if I die enough, I can go back to Earth...)

Henrietta sighs at their unexplained claims. It's too much of a concern for small and medium-sized guild accountants. There's no way I can bear it. But then who can carry it? It's easy to leave it to Siloe to bear. But is that okay? From Henrietta's point of view, Siloe is younger.

(Yes, I'm younger. What about that black lady? Not at all)

Siloe would have nothing personal interest in Henrietta. Whatever he's doing, that's not what he's doing for Henrietta. But I don't think I should disconnect that right now like other HRs do "because I can carry it if I'm siloed". It feels like nothing more than giving up on Siloe.

Henrietta convinced me that I still needed to be involved in the killer thing.

If Reese is going to assist Akatsuki in battle, I guess Henrietta should be involved in this matter from a different angle. Send backup fire to the mighty siloe. Henrietta thought it wasn't bad to take one skin off for that.

From that ball I danced with Siloe in the Ice Court, I don't hate covering for Siloe, I guess, Henrietta. That suits me. Supporting Akatsuki and Shiloe from the shadows.

Reese trains Akatsuki to train and collaborate with members.

Training in "oral biography” until dusk. Since several hopefuls are with us, not Akatsuki, there will also be a little bit of information spread about “oral biography”.

Afterwards, after dinner, we rendezvous and meet, Akatsuki and Reese. Battle groups scatter around the city of Akiba. To monitor a wide area and capture killers.

Asked by Akatsuki and Nazna for more information, Reese seems to have decided that "the killer will not be out for a few days". Henrietta agreed with that, and that time was gratifying. The murderer, who was attacked by Soujiro and Akatsuki, has suffered unprecedented damage. It will take some time to heal that injury. That time shouldn't be overnight than not being an Adventurer.

Henrietta called the Roundtable Conference to impose a nocturnal ban on the city of Akiba.

To block the damage and catch the killer - a ploy I decided to make by talking to Reese. The vigilant Akatsukis continue patrolling until dawn to live a short sleep with the sunrise.

I guess it's time for Henrietta to do her job too.

Henrietta stood up as she assembled with her head a list of people she had to persuade. The paperwork on the desk pours into the crate without even discerning, calling Flying Swallow in a conversation.

Michitaka first. Karasin, then the face of the eleven guilds. This work of persuasion will even be a smokescreen against the Siroe operation. I don't know how far Siroe expects me to go, but Henrietta smiled feeling a little less messy.

"It doesn't necessarily go the way Master Shiloe expected. Especially the girls' decision."