Log Horizon

"Are you sure?

Marielle, who came to drop off the three of them, puts on a tickle of confirmation words that she doesn't know how many more times it will be.

The locations are "Weno Bandit Castle" and "Weno Rogue Castle". Overflowing with demi-human and non-player character bandits at night, this zone is also just beautiful now floating white in the morning.

The moist, watery morning air wraps up three siloes and Marielle, and then a few Alliance members who came out to drop me off.

"Don't worry. Mr. Marie. That girl, isn't she cute? I'm not gonna let another guy touch me before I get nagged. Expedition Napa Festival!

Akatsuki puts an elbow iron in his careless direct line statement, depending on what he hears.

"It's okay. I'm used to camping, and I've trained in the last two weeks or so..."

Siloe contracts Marielle.

Think objectively, we have a better chance of success for ourselves than Marielle and the others heading for us. I'm sure of that, but more than that, I'm embarrassed by the looks I cut last night, and I can't really gaze at Marielle.

"This.... it's always bad, because it's food. On the road, eat. Senior Shiro, I'm sorry."

"Akatsuki. These are scratch pills made by members, be careful."

Both Akatsuki and Shiloe will receive the full support of the Mitsuki Alliance. Shiloe said thank you lightly, and Akatsuki just snorted, but still seemed to pass it on to the Alliance members of the Three Moons Alliance.

"Sister Mari is the one to be careful.... you know, PK."

"Yeah, we're fine. I'll gather the right information."

"Leave it to me. Mr. Marier."

"Hahaha. You're coming home, aren't you? I don't feel like I need Shilofa, so I don't even want to be a direct heir.

See, your sister's is soft. "

Marielle laughs like a blindfold and hugs her direct arm into a rather eye-catching sized bust.

"Hey, Mr. Marier. Tamma."

"What the hell. Are you a rejection team just like Shilobo?

"It's not like that. Come on."

Marielle, who is cheerful and manly and takes care of herself with her sister's skin, escapes into the lower story in this way when she gets irritated. I remember him laughing at me with a big mouth open that he wouldn't be dealt with if he told me a story, because he couldn't make it public on his own that he wasn't a feminine character.

(I think Mari herself is the only one who thinks she doesn't...)

When Shiloe looked at Akatsuki on the side, Akatsuki snuck his hands against his mouth and said, "Ba-ba-ha? Erotic direct death," he whispered.

Seeing the guild members of the "Three Moons Alliance" smile bitterly, it seems to be a routine sight.

"Can't you? Were these tits worthless?

"Hey.... that's what it is. It's cloudy that you can't rub it back when it's a meal. Uh, too. Anyway, I'm going to help you regardless of that!! Don't say that."

"It's not convincing to say it's direct."

Akatsuki kicks his direct line small.

Naturally, such a kick makes a dull noise, inhibited by the heavy armor of the Guardian, but the direct line pulls Marielle off to cut it off.

"When I get back safely, I don't know what to do with our fat....... hmm. Thank you for going and for us. Be careful."

If you took that word, the trip was already in front of you.

Escaping Marielle's hug, the direct line that was dyeing her cheeks is already walking down the streets of the morning to delude the lights.

"Shilofang, Naotsu Yan, Akatsuki. Don't ask me. About Serara."

The direct successor looks back in the morning sun and shakes up his shield greatly.

Shiloe also pretends his hand, and Akatsuki pulls up the knife just a little bit, dropping it into the sheath with a high sound.

Using it as a farewell greeting, the three traveled to a land far north.

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Early summer's also seemed to be just a temporary phenomenon in the morning, after which a refreshing blue sky was returning. The line was crumbling elevated roads - in the ancient world (that is, the real world we have been in before), going north through roads like a land bridge called the capital.

As far as the capital is concerned, the zone we have been passing through seemed peaceful there. Living in more wildlife than a ferocious monster, we could see a group of deer and sometimes bears walking around them moving through the woods spreading beneath their feet.

The world of "Elder Tail" was almost as if it were an official setting among players, wondering if it was thousands of years from now, of the real planet. If you stop by the inheritance within the world of Elder Tail, there will be some huge feud, and this world will be shattered... and rebuilt by the miracles of the gods. It is a common genesis myth in fantasy games.

The beauty of the world, portrayed by an excellent graphics engine that would be upgraded in time, had attracted [Elder Tail] players, but the view, caught up in different worlds, was beautiful beyond any high-performance graphics board footage.

In "Elder Tail" the journey was indicative of the journey to the destination, but the act of running through the earth smelling the wind in this way evokes so fresh an emotion to the three of us that it is the object in itself.

All three of them can easily ride in this other world, although they have no experience in horseback riding in the real world. Horses were a relatively major mobility aid in Elder Tail.

Any player character can ride a horse without special practice or anything. Horses could be bought at the stable or rented for a certain number of days. It was normal for all players above the middle level to have their own horses.

In game times, horses were described as some sort of summoning item.

You can buy or rent horses to get items like whistles. When the player blows the whistle on a field of his choice, the horse immediately appears.

It seems to be reproduced to some extent in this other world as well.

When you blow a whistle, your passenger horse rushes from afar. You don't have to figure out where to keep the horse when you dive into the dungeon, and you can make sure it's safe.

(Maybe the horse is in terrible sight somewhere as a horse and suddenly doesn't respond to the call, but that was something the Shiloes couldn't figure out at the moment)

The trips of the three were to proceed via the field zone. A field zone is one of the zone types and is primarily a zone representing the vast earth itself.

Everything in this world is basically made up of field zones. Buildings and the like, for example, are sometimes independent zones for large-scale buildings that are in good condition and close the interior, but ruins and the like are more of an object that is basically placed in the field zone.

One of the characteristics of the field zone is the ambiguity of the boundaries.

Sealed zones represent their connections by doors, drops, stairs, etc., but there is no defined "gate" symbol for connections in the field zone.

When it reaches the end of the zone, it is connected to another zone without joints. So as long as you continue your journey on the ground, the information about the boundaries of the zone and which zone you are in now is actually less conscious.

When information is called from the menu, the name of the zone in which you are located is known to an extent.

The road, which was a highway for the three of them, now collapsed everywhere and the debris was often rolling. Sometimes you have to go down a horse. So much so that we sometimes had to go down the bush-growing wasteland to bypass Heath's, which once swallowed the path, a bush of a size that we could no longer call dense forest.

It was around a little past noon that the three of them went down the horse.

Windy elevated roads draw complex curves and merge with thicker roads. But from earlier on, the asphalt underfoot had shown creepy brittleness, and it was time to start showing dangerous signs of following this path.

"Shall we come down and eat?"

The direct line that had preceded Siloe's suggestion also went down the horse and exhaled a thick sigh.

"Horses are good, but the body does the equestrian thing on its own. I knew your butt would hurt."

"Right."

snorted siloe. In contrast, Akatsuki stares at me with a strange look, "Really?" It seemed strange.

Akatsuki, who is nearly 30 cm tall, may only weigh about half the weight, Siroe thinks. She'd be lightweight like that, and maybe she doesn't think it's too much of a burden.

"How long have you been here?"

"It's only half a day. You're fast, you idiot. Direct line."

Even in those words of Akatsuki, direct succession does not break the flat expression. This kind of interaction is now completely familiar and doesn't even make you feel bad.

Siloe takes the lead, descending from the collapsed and oblique area, down the highway. Perhaps this area was also a residential area in ancient times, but now only the head of the telegraph column peeked from all over the ground, the trees are just sparse wastelands too.

From the twirling streak of reddish ground, the three decide to find a rock large enough to be used for the table to rest there.

Crosses were spread over the surface of the rock and put out on top of it were food and water bottles. Besides, it was a map and writing equipment. The map contains an overall view of Japan and the name of the zone as far as Shiloe can remember.

"What's wrong with this? My lord, that's a very fine map."

As Akatsuki rounded his eyes, the map written on the paper was certainly a lot more detailed.

The folded paper is about 1m square in size when expanded, and there is written a shape very similar to that of Japan - the Japanese server jurisdiction area of "Elder Tail".

The map, drawn in about four colors of color ink, even writes about rivers, forests and villages, and it doesn't look like amateur handwriting.

"I'm still a writer." I've copied a map in Akiba's library. "

"I see. Master, don't do it"

"So, where are we?

A direct line asks as he loosens the cap of the water bottle.

"Probably around here"

Shiloe gives one point of the map at his fingertips. Not far from the city of Akiba, north of Tokyo.

"That's refreshing."

"I have no choice. It's only half a day.... will fly this afternoon."

Copy that.

Direct line and siloe eat a turkey sandwich (look like, wet pancakes) stuffed in a basket while having such a conversation.

Akatsuki usually doesn't participate in these conversations. Instead of saying we're not interested, Siloe recently started to think that way.

If you're not interested and you're not listening, you know exactly what the story is about.

While the three of them were eating, the horses had been soldering around for a while, withered brown grass and so on, but they got tired of it too or went somewhere. You get off the horse for a while, and then you leave.

If you blow the whistle anyway, you'll be back, so I don't care about all three of you.

"... I wonder if I'll keep giggling"

With a small mouthful of turkey sandwiches, Akatsuki says.

The gaze is far ahead, keeping a stare at the back of the wasteland. That dialogue, which you're likely to miss asking if it's solitary, is probably a lot omitted in content.

(- I wonder if we're talking about the atmosphere of the world)

Siloe thinks so.

Indeed, this world is a good reproduction of the "Elder Tail" specifications. But "Elder Tail" was a game and not such a different world experience. Elder Tail didn't have any sleep or pain. This world is not a game.

Though we inherit the specifications and memories of Elder Tail, we should consider this a completely different world. Siloe is somehow so strongly convinced. The anxiety that Shiloe might make some uninterrupted mistakes the moment she considered the world "Elder Tail" was deeply rooted in the first days after the catastrophe.

(Everyone forgets what's important. I'm trying to get to the next one without confirming what's important. I'm not sure what that is.

This has something to do with Elder Tail, but it's about a different world... That's why we're all going crazy)

If you think about it, security isn't getting worse.

When it comes to 'insecurity getting worse' it sounds as if security was initially good, but it really isn't.

If this world is a different world, independent of Elder Tail, there has been no such thing as "security" since its inception.

The only thing that barely exists is the setting up of a zone called the Combat Prohibition Zone. I reproduced the "Elder Tail" specification, it's only a limitation as it was created for the title.

Isn't such a thing the law or anything?

There's no such thing as "security" in this world that gets worse from the start.

It's a world of lawlessness.

Of course, I know that for Akatsuki.

I squealed even though I knew it. Solo.

What are the feelings shaking behind the eyes of a serious gaze?

(I'm not sure...)

Akatsuki's feelings are not clear to Shiloe.

Maybe that's anxiety, maybe it's some kind of homesick thing. But if you're looking for something similar in the siloe, and watching and feeling the acorns is frustrating, if you say so.

That's rebellion.

Disgust with the present, which has become "like this".

"Do you keep giggling? The subject of, of course," this world is, "but at the same time," we are. "

(Are we, after all, to that extent?

I mean, aren't we, like, being licked? If you follow me for a minute, don't they think you're the kind of guys who take each other, kill each other, make a fuss and cry on their own, despair on their own?

That's an inquiry into yourself. Were we human beings just thrown into a little lawless wilderness and immediately attacked our people and took their possessions? No, ask.

Siloe answered because she could see that.

"That's not true."

That's not true. I just can't let it fall like this.

As rotten fruit falls to the ground, even as if it were natural. It kind of makes the world a place where it's so rugged, cheesy, poorly dressed, and unrelated to Rin and nobility. That can't be good. If that's what "nature does," Siloe doesn't want to admit it.

"That's a pinch."

Express the feelings within you in words with short direct succession.

……

Akatsuki sees the horizon all the time.

At that time, Shiloe offered to go rescue on behalf of Marielle and the others in the Midsmoon Alliance because they calculated that the mission had a better chance of success than the rescue members of the Midsmoon Alliance, both in terms of level and proficiency in combat in this world.

Of course that is one of the reasons.

But that can't be "why I don't mind taking it" and not "why I should take it".

Being close, the "Three Moons Alliance" is an independent guild, and there is no such thing as a guild non-subscriber like the Shiloes deliberately engaging in dangerous, day-long missions.

That can't be normal.

That's why Marielle initially wanted Shiloe and the others to "sometimes see the young man who left a message". From the relationship between ourselves and Siloe, I guess we thought that was the upper limit of annoyance that could be hung. That was the common sense prospect.

Both of you will understand that much.

We don't have an in-laws to go rescue their people.

Shiloe wanted to take this assignment.

Reason or calculation is important, of course. I assembled it over and over in my head and stopped breathing and thought. But underlying it was strong frustration. Siloe herself was surprised when she had such an emotional mineral vein in her.

And I didn't have to put that feeling into words, and I felt like congratulating my people aloud then who felt the same way.

- That's boring.

- It's not beautiful.

(I said something embarrassing...)

There is too much strong wind through my cheeks to remember and start lighting the fire. In the ups and downs of the feeling of pushing back when exposed like a wave, tickling joy, anxiety and flutter...... happiness.

That's feeling of disobedience to this world that's getting poorly dressed.

I'd like to try as I wish anyway.

Just within reach, at least.

Just while I'm here.

"Help me if my body is crying. Because it's normal.

“They're not dressed up, they're not dressed up, and we don't have to go with them until we do."

When Shiloe was blurry and thinking about it, his direct line slapped him on the back as he hugely slapped the last one.

I don't want to think I've been flushed into such a dressed, dull, boring, unsaved world. Siloe can't hate herself that much. There must be something in the world that looks good and amazing, like the Tea Party of the Prodigal.

Although I try not to think about it because it would be embarrassing to put it into words, what Siloe was feeling is saying so, and that is the answer given by Siloe. It was "something else to do."

"Damn. Forced to attack is blasphemy against your breasts."

The air of the field creeps into one place in direct language.

"Well, as a direct line, then, what kind of pussy is good?"

Akatsuki sees direct transmission with a white gaze, but Shiloe dares to disobey the topic. I was kind of embarrassed that I couldn't resist thinking about the smell of youth.

"There's a lot of that. Misaipan. Hamipan. It's the first time I've been laid down. Ma, there's a lot going on, but the basics are 'panchilla' after all.

This is it. Chiralism. Yes. Roman incense. The basics are important, it's important to keep the basics down. The ancient sage also said. "We don't want to see it. Panchilla's watching, sir."

"The basics matter, right? Even combat collaboration is a basic pile!

I don't know what kind of bread I'm talking about, but if I eat poison, I'm in the mood to the plate, and Shiloe answers loudly in a shitty way.

"Yes, yes. Collaboration is important. And tactics. Terrain effect. Panchilla on stairs. Reverse guillette immediately after holding it. Show it to yourself. Reverse guile. This is the strongest."

(The strongest, nothing. I guess that's a pretty poor quality argument)

Even if Shiloe thinks that, naturally, it won't reach Akatsuki, "Be the master anyway, you direct-director idiot. Idiot Master," he said.

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- After the meal. Then Siloe stops Akatsuki from trying to call the horse, which has become so vertically cold. Siloe takes out a streamlined watermarked carved whistle like that made of bamboo from her luggage.

It resembled a whistle calling horses, but it was as beautiful as a work of art. At the same time, the direct relay also takes out the same whistle.

"What is that? My Lord."

When he smiles at Akatsuki, who puts on his little neck and asks, Siloe sounds and blows the whistle high in the sky. intertwined with the sound of a direct blowing whistle, it spreads into the blue sky on the wind of the wasteland as if it were a twisted twin birds

"Could that be..."

Akatsuki's inquiry is interrupted by a sharp eagle roar. Two huge shadows, flying in with a heavy blade sound. It's as big as a carriage. When you turn over the heads of the siloes large and twice, you land in a rough momentum, make another sharp squeal, and then offer that successful neck low under the feet of the siloes and the straight legs.

It's not a griffon.

It was a fantasy species called the Eagle Lion (Griffon) that came to the Shiloes. It's a flying species with a giant lion's body, eagle's head and wings, and hind legs. Combat ability depends on subspecies and age, but is comparable to synthetic dragons (Kimyra).

"Well. Yeah."

Siroe strokes Griffon's neck two or three times to give him raw meat removed from his luggage. Raw meat has been purchased in considerable quantities from the market for this time. It's cheap because it's a picked item that makes it a material for food items.

"There's no way you're gonna think about going north to the far end with a horse, is there? If you do that, you'll get old."

Direct inheritance also cools the akatsuki slightly meanness.

"Why would a beast like that... You gonna ride?

"I'll ride. Mr. Akatsuki..."

"Akatsuki."

Akatsuki puts the order sharply in Siroe's words. No matter how many times Siloe tells you, you want to call him out.

"Akatsuki - is behind me.... Can't you?

"It's not no good. of..."

Akatsuki looks far-fetched, distancing himself from Griffon like he was frightened. Straight line to attach belly and saddle to griffon handily. Siloe is feeding and scratching behind Griffon's ears to do it.

"I've heard of such a summoning whistle. - Says the Necromancer was given to a player who made it through a massive battle in the Hara (Hades Zubres)."

"A little long ago."

Shiloe answers Akatsuki.

That's one of the legends left over from the Tea Party of the Prodigal, and now less and less people know it.

Siloe and her direct line got this whistle deep in the sleeping crypt of the King of the Necromancers' Advanced Undead. It was an altar of magical devices to wickedly distort the secrets of life, as a memory of a fierce and long battle with the four knights of the Necromancer King.

The King of the Winged (Seamrg), who fought together to steal the underground energy of Mount Spirit and screw up the prospect of the Necromancer King, who was trying to gain eternal life with his power, gave it to me as a sign of friendship.

"Why do you have such a thing?"

"Wouldn't it be convenient when it's a surprise concealment?

My direct line will now answer Akatsuki's question.

(I knew you were embarrassed, this)

There's nothing to hide or want to hide, but it's somehow hard to say it again. I also felt that way about Siloe and her direct succession.

Although Griffon's Whistle may be a rare and amazing item, the item in question is only a good way to remember important memories.

"The sheath of the knife is faster to the belt than usual. And a backpack. The wind will make you fold."

Shiloe reaches for Akatsuki, whose hips are retreating.

After several hesitations, Akatsuki tries to grasp Shiloe's supplanted hand, whether he notices something or just gets a little red, and grabs that hand as if to gain momentum.

Shiloe pulls the sea urchin up behind herself almost exclusively with the force of her arms. Whether it's because she's small, or because she kicked the ground at the right time to be pulled up, Siroe is surprised by the lightness of the acorn that is taken away from her.

"Are you ready, OK?

"Um, my lord. No problem."

Shiloe turns back, remembering a little anxiety about Akatsuki relaxing her body behind her back.

"Keep your hips down a little longer. So, grab hold of me. If you're scared, grab a good grip. Don't grab the meat from your stomach!

He was laughing at Akatsuki's interaction. The direct line finally makes me laugh. The direct line does not even glance at the accusations of Akatsuki and Shiloe, but gently taps the neck of his own griffon as it is.

"Excuse me first!

Rather than leaving the word behind, it becomes rather a shadow of a backlit light that is chopped up by a fierce wind and dances in the blue sky at that next moment.

"Damn. - Akatsuki. Okay? Well, we're not going either."

Before Akatsuki answers both the response and the promise, Shiloe sends a signal to Griffon on the heel of his boot. The wind caused by the successful and cloudy eagle wings of the griffon is almost as violent as it can be said, and whichever is heaven feels neither underground, Akatsuki just feels compressed in the vertical direction.

Akatsuki endures the feeling of being thrown infinitely somewhere heavenly - or falling head-on into the earth far beneath his eyes, by clinging to Shiloe's smooth back.

I finally found my sense of equilibrium returning as I buried my face on my siloe-like, wasteless, meatless back of academic skin so I wouldn't look around.

"It's a nice view."

Shiloe, on the other hand, doesn't care about Akatsuki, who clings desperately to herself. Whatever, Akatsuki is small. To my own shoulder, if I did poorly, the little girl with only the height around my chest would be too light and I would be worried that it would be accidentally taken to the wind.

Maybe it would have been better to put it on the front and hold it tight than to put it in the back and have it grabbed.

Think so, Shiloe, but that might scare Akatsuki because he doesn't have a place to hang on.

(Plus, there's the question of where I grab and hold on to Akatsuki...)

If you do a detailed analysis in your head, you conclude that only the abdomen or chest can be pressed with your left hand while gripping the griffon's outline, and if the place to push shifts, be it the abdomen or the chest, the redness and cold sweat will not stop. It would be nice if the direct line were a problem that would burst into laughter, but given the possibility of being thrust out of the air, that imagination alone would make Siloe a wolf.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah - my lord. This is amazing. Looks like it's floating in the blue sky."

Boom up and cut a thousand in the rear, pushing away the air.

No, Griffon is gliding on the waves of airflow securely with both wings fixed without wings in vain.

That wave in the atmosphere, loosely left and right like a river, sometimes seems to rise and sometimes lower, but Griffon also has a bird's unique perspective, like the eagle that got its head, choosing a rising airflow that is convenient for us to keep going up the empty stairs.

If you notice, your direct griffon is also lined up next to you in the Ethereal Dome in the sun like a sapphire.

"How's that? It's amazing!!

Instead of boasting, the direct line words were just glowing at the excitement of flying purely in the sky. On that smile, Akatsuki, who is usually just disparaging his unadulterated nasty companions, also turns, as he was caught - a really rare, flowering smile.

"Wow. - Yeah, wow. Looks like the beauty of the sky is clear."