Log Horizon

"Come on, come on. haha. hahahahahahahaha......"

Roe 2, with a surprised expression, laughed a little as he stood, then stroked Minori's head fluttering.

"On this battlefield, is that the answer?

"On this battlefield, this is the answer"

The eyes behind the round glasses narrowed softly.

"Even if everything stays the same?

'Cause it means we can change some of it.'

The words of inquiry sounded encouraging.

"At this time when Towya is nodding?

"I'm just taking a break. I'll be up in a minute."

The warmth also rose loosely on Minori's cheeks.

"Probably won't get Minori's word."

"But now, I'm with you"

Something important was made. That wasn't about Roe 2 showing a choice and Minori choosing. Of the answers Minori carved out of herself, Roe 2 accompanied me. As when he decided to protect the chowsies, as when he decided to serve as the guardian of the Libra Festival, the decision sprung from the depths of the minnoli to dye the minnoli.

Minori's chest trembled at the hunch of change. The hunch was not an ambiguous assumption, but altered Minori without falsehood and changed the world. As previously experienced, the battlefield changed its shade from its feet. In his rapidly repainted vision, Minori stared at Roe 2.

Roe 2's generosity went deep into Minori.

It becomes the root of a new great tree, surrounded by the words of Shiloe in the minnoli. That's what Minori clearly figured out.

"Please, I heard you."

"Yes."

"Yeah. Nice, Minori. Fine, I'm your sister."

"Yes!"

"Summon!"

Roe 2, who went backwards in the sunset, waved his arms uncrafted and a powerful magic formation emerged.

Roe 2, which spanned the rushed "Pale Faded Horse" (Pale Hose), reached out to Minori and twitched its limp feel while Minori grabbed it.

Minori stunned and clings to Roe 2, feeling a rough sarabred move.

"Indeed. I seem to have overlooked We have a duty to go ahead. It's a terrible thing to shake your hands off."

Making a powerful hoof sound, [The Pale Faded Horse] ran through the universe.

When he was towing the carriage, he never showed it. Minori is taken lightly by its true ability, and he can't even open his mouth.

"Your sister doesn't abandon her share of the sister. Let's internalize that covenant. Probably the first time I've ever stood by you. I didn't think this was gonna happen, but you're feeling pretty clear."

Minori burned all of the words to her heart.

Unfortunately, I don't know what that means at all.

But every word is an important piece.

Minori imposed on herself the role of bringing it to Siloe, no matter who told her. Minori is now in a special world of rebirth, where encounters are part of an important mystery, where they have a special meaning. Though Thoya's grief is still painfully felt, Minori's heart leapt to the storm hunch that blows them away.

"The set of elements (element clusters) is stable enough to increase in size, but will behave deterministically. The same goes for countries, planets, and bridge rivers (Milky Bridge). That's how I retrieve the little shards."

The "pale faded horse" jumped the falling pole without detouring.

"That's not a bad thing. It's only natural that everyone wants happiness. - But that is still also the starting point for sorrow. In Serdesian history, like Alv, who once waved away his neighbor's hand. Like the man who destroyed that alv. Misunderstanding is synthesized to destroy the world at a size beyond the control of individuals."

Roe 2's words seemed soft but with so much emptiness behind them. It sounded like that, like a legend of doomed history, talking about a failed past.

"Don't you see?

Minori nodded on Roe 2's back.

I didn't want you to know.

"Your words are inconvenient. A protocol full of such restrictions limits it to the ceiling of the Thinking Organisation" Inference Engine ". You guys can't even make up a decent cloud, and there's a lot of loses to do. I don't even have a method for steadily expanding the collection. You live like the Stone Age in this irrational solitude? It's terrible. Not really."

It wasn't like a blame. It's not even sympathy. I just had understanding and empathy.

Minori grabbed the cloak in the wind.

"But Empathy (Empathy) passes on. I don't know much about the lack of resources. Is that your way of doing it? This is it."

A huge blast of flames went up.

That's probably the Phoenix suicide bomber. The "Pale Faded Horse" of the swirling flame burst into a straight line. Coming there, Minori finally saw what was going on around her. There was a dispute. There was that everywhere.

Roe 2 manipulated the Summoning Horse to destroy the Steel Tail Dragon (Wyvern) and the Dark Spirit's Subordinate. While showing the strength of a 90-level "Adventurer".

Minori threw the "Barrier of the Watershed".

For the "Landmen" and for the "Knights of Odyssey".

Minori arrived at a strange conclusion, even though she was busily killed by the dramatically changing scenery and battlefield.

What Minori is unleashing right now is countless barrier spells. They are barriers that stop HP loss and are at the core of heel work in the "Divine Officer" (Kanagi). It's one of the major spell systems that builds combat.

Minori wanted to make it something that wasn't a means of contention.

For the "earthlings" fleeing the flames, it is water when it dries, for the possibility of life-saving. For the Knights of Odyssey, who sift their swords like madness, it's a small trigger to remember their dignity.

They are all Minori's hopes (egos) to protect lives and end this place. Minori kept putting up "barriers to use" for as long as she wanted, so that the ego could be a prayer.

The chaos on the battlefield seemed endless.

I saw Serara and Toya several times. They were both fighting again.

Minori grabbed something strange in the blinding chaos. That was the "Full Control Encount" I've been chasing since I heard from Siloe, but in part it was something that expanded it. The parents and children of the (earthlings) fleeing after many thanksgiving, and the knights kneeling (kneeling first) as they had exhausted, were not friends of Minori, but were now companions sharing this place.

In a spiritual world with no predictions or clouds, as Shiloe did several times to show me, I felt like Minori had heard a voice that would not be their voice. It is a voice of disgust for this space filled with sadness and a desire for better choices.

"Brothers and sisters!

Roe2 raised his voice.

A white light gathered in the elevated "The Wand of the Thoughtful Wood", and a small smirked expression made a declaration like a prank.

"Your sister won't abandon her share of the sister! The first friend I ever made in this world is angry at a place where only this sadness can arise. A princess of a once incomprehensible and abandoned diaspora is crying out in me"

Protruding into the galeches, Towya, overlapping the knight and the sword, looked up.

Lundelhaus, who traps countless Steel Tail Dragons (Wyvern) in an ice coffin, also looked back.

Serara, caught in Wolf's gaze, raised her face as she was bewildered.

I saw the sprawling white wings of fifty bells surrounding the town singing without tears.

It was snowy white covering everything up.

"Walk with me, thou shalt break thy covenant. Sword Princess: Al Quinje!

Roe 2's summoning spell was activated with a flash illuminating the area.

It is the Summoning of Warfare Techniques, known as the Sword Princess, a woman with a harp. Minori looked at the spell she was supposed to know in Shiloe's class like it was completely different. That just couldn't be the Sword Princess. Hidden in a veil-like sealed cloth that covered his face, he did not know the expression of the Spirit, but made Minori feel serenity containing sadness. The beauty of the harp, which sheds divine light, raises her arms with gestures that tress Roe 2, overlapping the sound of a harp on the song of the fifty bells.

In the tone of the harp played by Princess Liu Tin, Roe 2's expression was certainly proud.

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"Rondark. … that's what all people are."

Nyantai's sword was aware of his limitations. If it's a fight, we can win. You can send Rondalk to the temple, or you can clean up the ten or twenty of the black spirits. But I couldn't say it was a victory for Natha.

The consciousness stained Nyata twitching, causing her to experience so much pain that she wondered where she had been left in her dead mind.

I thought Towya. I thought Minori. I thought fifty bells and Lundell House.

I thought of the children of the Three Moons Alliance.

And Serara's haunted expression came to mind.

Reminded me of my young Nyantai companions.

"All the kids are. Rondalk. Man, at least every child, from their point of view, is unreasonably born raw."

Thin electric light ties Nyantai's arm like a bulwark.

HP bar is decreasing.

Less time is left and only a few words can be spoken.

And Nyata knows that those few words won't reach Rondalk. It belonged to a miracle that such a message reached those in pain, and Chantha was a helpless man who unfortunately could not manipulate a miracle.

"I have parents who tell me, 'You were born loved'. Very beautiful words. But that word is nothing more than the self-satisfaction of the parents who gave birth. I can't overrule the fact that I wasn't asked to give my consent when the world gave birth to me. Although there are children to be saved, the part that is the victim cannot be changed. That's how all people get raw. In this world, in the original world, in any world!

So be patient.

I couldn't say that.

Even if it's a pain that anyone tastes, every bit of it is just that person's (original) suffering. It was at the bottom of the pain. As Nyata responded with her fist if she said that, now Rondark is waving his fist. And Rhondake isn't the only one who's waving his fist around.

This world is filled with sadness.

Damn, Rhondalk cannot be judged by the law of the Earthlings. I can't do the Adventurer Act again. Rondalk doesn't agree to participate there.

Both his damage and his ruin are out of interest to Rondalk. I felt like you could tell the pain. When you lose someone you care about, people lose the world. Chan Tai could get it back, but that took a long time. I was even blessed.

"Kill me, Cat Swordsman! It doesn't matter they killed me. There is no death here. I have no end, and even if you can preach to me, you can't expel me conveniently. Didn't you!?

It wasn't.

So Natha danced a sword ring dance with her painful chest in her arms.

That was the end of one thing.

There was an abyss and disconnection before the Nyantai. That irresponsible, throwing attitude of Rondalk is toward this world. Rondark stopped being a resident of this world already. So I don't care what happens to the world. Of course, to keep the flesh alive, to kill time, Rondalk also has to do what he only does, but that's what he calls a quest. Rondalk has decided that the world is "that kind of thing". That's probably why I can't get the word of Nyantai.

But even if that is the truth about Rondalk, there are others in the world.

I remember Minori. That serious girl made up her mind to go for siloe. Towya to protect her sister, Lundelhaus to be an 'adventurer'.

The youngsters are to be reborn.

A young child born into the world as an irrational compulsion becomes a young man and decides to be born again at his will.

You carve into your chest who you are, and you walk out of your own life as the second baby born into this world, hoping. It is a sacred covenant, and man has brought it in that way. That's what's kept people connected.

Nyata thought it would be okay to ash ourselves if we were to protect it. If Rondalk would know that, I wanted to do anything.

That's how Nyantai's favorite Shiloe signed the contract and held the "Horizon of Records" (guild).

But the wish was vain, and unlimited magic flooded out of Rondalk's swinging wand, and half-crazy magic swelled up that both Hate and Control renounced.

And it was on the verge of swallowing the nymph, and vanished.

"It's too noisy."

A red-haired woman appeared from behind Rondalk's neck as the military sabel slipped through his back. Its expression, narrowing her eyes and laughing, was cruel, glossy, joyful yet steely.

Rondark circled his bloody eyeballs, looked up at the woman from her crumbling body, and seemed to have crushed something. However, the word only came out in the form of a bubble of blood overflowing with a bubble.

The woman made a slightly surprising look. When that surprise broke with the evidence that it was a deliberate service, he said to Rondark, "Oh, hey, message?" I ask. to the bubbling sound of mucus. "Oh, too bad. I don't know what that word is," he kicked back and stared at her to stir up her.

I laugh when I tickle at what's wrong. That look was like warning the squad leader of her anomaly.

"You're a great adventurer. Kill all you want. Kill all you want."

"Huh!! Why?"

"Am I?... Oh. I just had him shut up for a second. Oh, my God, it's like moving to the next room. Am I right?" The Adventurer. "

"Different."

I screamed, but Chan Tai couldn't prove it.

I couldn't convince Rondark, the woman who killed it.

What's the difference in this world where death doesn't separate everything?

"Whoa, excuse me, I'm" General Dongwu "Mizfa-Trude. The field commander was" a beautiful woman full of life.

That figure, wrapped in a military uniform with a forged long body and lowered a song knife wet in blood, could not fail to acknowledge that it was not that of the painting but some kind of beauty. The woman, who smiled wildly and distorted the beauty that seemed to buy the envy of the beautiful princesses of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, stood in front of Nyantai in a thoughtful manner.

"I wonder if you're Rondalk's client. Is that what the Earthlings do?"

Nyata had the illusion that her body was covered in white flames.

I can't contain hostility.

It was probably impossible to convince Rondalk. Nonetheless, it feels like the woman general in front of me has taken that chance. The frustration was unforgiving, similar to self-censure.

"Hahaha. that I fell asleep over this period. The Earthlings? Adventurer? It won't matter."

Mizfa laughed with a glossy voice over the tooth-eating nymphomania.

"Every living creature in this world kills each other with their own hand tags. The strong use their strength as a weapon. The weak use their weakness as a weapon."

As if that were everyday, Mizfa came slaughtered with a grin. Though he tried to play the song knife, Chan Tai gave him a surprising expression. It's heavy. The "Landman" sword was incredibly powerful.

"I'm not dying. Are you going to take control or hegemony?

"Why look forward to the war!

I thought of Siloe. I dreamed of that clumsy young man.

The overly far-fetched goodwill of Nyata's Alliance Master probably had a hunch about this battle. Siloe's insight was right. Too much right. Best we can do. Unpreventably.

"I burn my life. With the alcohol of war. Dance, Adventurer!

"" Viper Strash "!!

The meaning of words could instinctively be guessed.

Adventurer (undead).

I guess we don't even live from the "earthlings".

Natha could not deny the ominational name.

I can't even tell you she's wrong.

But the offense is different from that. Swordsmanship of Swordsman (Swashbuckler) teased Mizfa's defense like a viper after his prey, slitting his shoulder. Chan Tai is a gladiator of war. I'm also burning in anger. I didn't mean to forgive the woman soldier in front of me.

But Mizfa did not look at the rose-like blood from his wound, but poked, waved, and fleshed too thin a half-baked sabel.

"Hahahahaha. Wow, that's fantastic, that sword you're going to fall in love with. But the sword has no intention of killing."

"That's what I'm proud of. You're killing me!

I painted a lace pattern of electric light in the air.

Repeating the jumping sword line, Natha burned in white anger, aiming for Mizfa's whereabouts. The "Early Thrust" of the chase has already disfigured the female soldier.

When the world stopped its wandering in a decisive blow, it was the white sheath pattern that had not even been pulled out of the knife that stopped the clash.

The man who broke between Nyantai and Mizfa skipped the two with a bitter look when he scowled his total hair.

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A white woman with a slight appearance went flat through the town, as if in the remnants of Haruhi.

Think of something when you stop, look up at the sky, and start walking again.

Black smoke with a burning smell mixes slightly with the air, surrounded by hustle and noise. The magic flames usually don't smoke, so I guess this means that they triggered something. Saphir is in a state of combat.

Did you identify the white beauty as a prey, the whole "steel tail dragon" plummeted from the swirl? The twisted tail movement will give the Steel Tail Dragon fierce maneuverability, and its steel toe will easily pierce the soft meat of the Earthlings.

Dariella lifted her left hand without even trying to look up at you, crushing the spell with an exhaling voice. Astral Hypno. Just as it was entangled in an invisible net, the Steel Tail Dragon stills its spirit and flesh.

Against a background of winged dragons falling cone-shaped and sinking into earth smoke and debris, the white woman braces her figure to be wrapped in pitch-black wings. A pitch-black beauty with fox ears appeared as if the phantom tail with enormous magic swayed lustrously as if caressing the atmosphere.

The spell "Astral Hypno" of the Granting Artist, which drops the subject into a deep sleep and freezes his spirit. Despite this spell, which is not offensive, the damage it caused was immense. Originally, even the Odyssey Knights' Forest Curse (Druid), caught in its fall, has been deadly due to massive damage.

When the wet feathers sighed small, they began to walk just as much as they had done earlier.

Walk through between buildings, under the shade of lush green trees, and on the battlefield at sunset.

Strangely, neither the "Dark Spirit's squire" nor the "Steel Tail Dragon", on the contrary, the "Earthlings" or the "Odyssey Knights" seemed able to recognize the wet feathers.

Wet feathers stopped them with small spells to play, or to pay for the firepowder thrusting into themselves. That's all about stopping, and wet feathers scattered destruction and despair on the battlefield. Among the Granting Artists (Enchanters), the construction (build) that specializes in behavior inhibition spells is called Freezers. It's nicknamed after its ability to freeze all of its surrounding enemies through extreme cold snow hazing.

Wet feathers were showing strides as if they embodied the word. Sometimes I stop, sometimes I whine about something, and I go out of town.

Wet feathers sighed a small.

| Plant HWYADEN The mere intention of walking out of the cramped task of Plant Frouden and walking a little west Yamato has coincidentally met.

It wasn't malicious or harmful. I just thought I was a member of Siloe's guild, so I got a little carried away. And I got a scratch.

I have to admit that wet feathers were making small fools of me with their eyes from above. Shiloe is special, but I didn't think there was any reason for her to be special. I thought if I laughed lovingly as usual and showed them a little attitude and tricks that made them compassionate, they could blend in easily.

In fact, nothing was noticed by the daughters who said Minori or Serara or Fifty Bells. Probably also to a former (earthlings) named Lundelhaus.

I don't think I was alarmed.

I'm sure I've tried to get some distance, but that's because I lost the temptation to see the same scenery as Siloe.

I don't know what a boy named Touya saw among the biographers (Dariella) of The Earth. I don't know who I was exposed to, but I'm pretty sure a boy named Towya spotted Dariella on something with special abilities.

Wet feathers (Dariella) were pitied by a boy who wasn't even old enough.

You don't have to be nice.

That's what they said.

One word that could be said to be such a small piece of crap became a lizard and ate into wet feathers. The little pain wasn't big enough to be ignored, but it was sharp and new to forget.

It's true that I got a prank about what would happen if I solicited a boy named Towya to Minami. I just wanted Siloe to hang on to me. But that boy wasn't just a background in Siloe's The Horizon of Records. Though young, he had claws to stand on his wet feathers. Look at the air on the battlefield. Yes. Aren't the eyes of the Earthlings shining as they suppress their injuries and flee? No heart or a mix of lute tones in the air?

Siloe is still special. If you borrow Siloe's eyes, this thin, dirty sweep of a world might also look a different color. Wet feathers imagined it and laughed lonely.

Shiloe's teaching is the boy's blade. If small pain is also a bond that leads to siloes, it feels sweet somewhere. And at the same time I felt envious. Siloe has someone to tell her something. I'm not in wet feathers.

But there was no hatred. The clarity of that honest boy I saw in the morning may have removed cloudy emotions from the wet feathers.

At any rate, there is no such thing as wet feathers.

Even the magic of "Astral Hypno" has appeared, but once the recast time (recast time) has expired, Dariella's appearance and name will be restored. Even that Dariella is a false figure. Because even wet feathers do.

There is no place for the real me.

I smiled small at my own funny like a ghost.

Wet feathers who wanted people, wanted to be asked for and chose them, fled from them, escaped from them even as they gained a beautiful and demonic appearance, and disappeared from steel vehicles because it was depressing to be spoken to, have now changed their appearance again.

With the rupture of my life, its misery and ridicule are all over my eyes.

Whatever I got, the curse spilling like sand seemed to be on my wet feathers. I don't even know what to get anymore for the wet feathers that have gotten rid of everything too much. Even if something I've thrown away was worth it, I've already thrown away my wet feathers, even regrets.

The only illumination of such ignorance is the siloe. The siloe in the wet feathers was always sidelined, looking somewhere far away. It would be because of the strong impression I had when I first met him in a massive battle. Even until he wants to be able to exchange words, the evocative siloe brings up all the looks he sees in the distance.

Wet feathers held each other white and small hands in front of his chest as he embraced the memories.

"Master Wet Feather."

Wet feathers glanced at the knight, who drowned his head all the way down to his knees.

Loreil-Dawn. The golden hair, usually cut off like a distraction, is disturbed and even the Saint Knight's armor is thinly dirty. I guess he was running around Yamano looking for wet feathers like a dog. Feeling disdain for its shallow appearance, Wet Feather shut up.

There are no words to speak to the Knights of the SS or anything else just in the name of trying to trap wet feathers.

But Loreil seemed to take that silence in a different way.

"Dear wet feathers, this place is somewhat dangerous. I don't know if it's important if it's still magic of wet feathers, but could you please evacuate it?

"What's the situation surrounding this town? What's Mizfa doing?

wet feathers asked.

The situation in this town is unusual. To say that this is all the Dark Spirit's squire shows up would be to say that Mizfa is dropping Red Night's troops into this town. I don't think the emergence of Steel Tail Dragon is irrelevant either.

"This town seems to be a battlefield at the behest of Master Mizfa."

"Yes."

Wet feathers walked.

Stare at the ground, and crush the name of the siloe small.

I took it away and didn't have any thoughts.

I approved Mizfa's plan because I thought it didn't matter.

I also went to the censors because I was asked to.

I know Mizfa's dreams. Everyone wants their world. In his own kingdom man shall be king. Mizfa's dream kingdom is a sacrificial sheep lying under Mizfa's waving sword. With the fragrance of blood, Mizfa wants to confirm the facts of conquest.

The dream is close to that of wet feathers. I also want to live happily in my kingdom with wet feathers. Wet feather dreams are tiny, that's all. I just want everything because I can't find happiness.

But there's that grumpy looking boy in this town.

He's a boy who made a terrible insult to wet feathers by saying, "You don't have to laugh, you don't have a weird face," etc.

Shall I crush the boy's city? And if you ask yourself, the answer will come every second.

Wet feathers are the lord of Yamato, and this is the garden of wet feathers.

As we walked through the war zone, Wet Wings gave instructions to Loreil-Dawn, who followed us like slaves.

"Slaughter as many Steel Tail Dragons and Dark Spirit Subordinates as you can."

"Ha.... but are you sure?

It's an order from the West.

The word had a high-voltage current-like effect on Loreil.

Loreil, who doesn't fly flat, has no second words and rushes out to town at once.

Sprinkling through Loreil's armor, Wet Feathers found out that time had come. My shadow will change its appearance again, and the nine tails will change their appearance to stroke the air. The "information disguise", which had stopped working, will be restarted to shape a new appearance.

The time for the wet feathers is over, and Dariella will be back.

Wet feathers smiled at its vague boundaries. It's not the usual throw. Wet feathers are determined to exercise their right of command as guild masters for the first time in a long time, surprised that they are smiling properly.

"Dear Shiro. - Let me give those kids a little help, too. It was a short day, but you ran into me as a fellow traveler. Will Master Shiro notice? Do you think I'm in the way? Or that you did well...? This is just a whim, not a gift. So, quickly... wet feathers, Shilo-sama's voice, I want to hear"

After nine tails stretched long from a long stretched shadow and flew away as a raven and feather effect, it was the (earthlings) writings of one of the serene landscapes there.

She began her little humming in the white phosphorescence descending into the battlefield.

It was also an endemic song from Earth, unknown to the "earthlings".

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"Kazuhiko"

Long time no see, squad leader.

Kazuhiko Kazuhiko, a wandering young man with a razor feather (Jinbawa) in his clothes (Kikomi Jun), looked much more grown up than he remembered. The wrinkles between the frowns that were frowned upon clearly illustrate the anguish of Kazuhiko.

He was a young man with a sense of responsibility.

It was this Kazuhiko who was directing the attack of the Tea Party.

"Get out of the way, Kazuhiko! Something has to be right."

"No, you can't leave."

Kazuhiko takes a step and puts a crack with a sharp slash at the foot of Nyantai.

Nyata didn't stop. He stuffed his eyes with a glimmer at the unusual appearance of Kazuhiko, who had once spent time with him. Kazuhiko glanced back at the nyantai with his eyes as strong as his uncle's.

"Are you involved in this?

"Passover brother-in-law"

Kazuhiko, who threw up and threw up, was a former comrade of Nata's, but also another man. The eyes glaring at the firm will were at the same time darkly precipitated in colour. It was the figure of a man who pushed on with his inseparable thoughts and had several wounds.

Nyata had heard roughly from Shiloe about the current state of Kazuhiko.

Shiloe said he was responsible for inward health in Plant hwyaden. However, Kazuhiko's eyes were not of such colour that they could be called "healthy" and so on, although not very much. Swallow strong anger and grief, like a bottomless marsh that wouldn't float one bubble, then it was releasing a hard will on steel as well.

"Dumb, adventurer." As long as it's always kind. Operation Red Night is already in place!! That's why Adventurer can't be the star of this world. Go to sleep! You're not gonna die anyway!?

But it seems that the encounter between Tai and Kazuhiko was just a waste of time for Mizfa. He sets up a sword trident that involves every body while he is confined to Kazuhiko.

With Mizfa's song knife, Natha is drawn from Kazuhiko.

At this time when I would like to ask the sincerity of my former companion, this general has followed me everywhere.

"If you were me, you'd be able to run through Hades Place and Nine Prisons."

"I've been running through it."

In the days of the nostalgic Tea Party of the Prodigal (Tea Party) it was like a summer afternoon gone by. That in my memory is just gloriously shimmering. But the days of adventure are also different for Mizfa. She laughs, distorting her beautiful lips colored by red lips in humiliation and indignity.

"Oh, I guess so, but until I was in your sword, boots, gloves. I can feel the power of magic! With your invincible power! I don't think so."

I didn't understand what that grin meant.

Nitta was also an inhabitant of the city of Akiba and, in the strong malice of the earthlings, as innocent as a child. That in the next moment, you will be reminded.

It was a glittering sword dance.

Nantha is one of the fastest and tallest (Swordsman of Theft) warriors (Swashbuckler) who bluffs two fine swords (Twin Rapiers) with a remote warrior called Mizfa.

The offense engraved shallow wounds on both, but it continued to triple and quadruple without showing a fatal breakdown. The way I saw it, it even seemed like it was a pair of breathtaking turns.

But the end comes abruptly.

"You adventurers are strong. Oh, strong. Strong, but no. - Your kindness kills you. I want to help. That's what kills the Earthlings! Come on, what are we gonna do!?

Mizfa exposed her white throat before the sword of Nyantai.

Nyantai's sword never stops. A high-speed offense was taking that kind of room away from Nyantai. On the verge of Mizfa's throat being pierced by Nyatai, it was Kazuhiko, an ally who ran through numerous Reids who grabbed the sword.

"Mizfa. I'm done."

And Kazuhiko took control of Mizfa, who came forward, with his spread left hand.

He pulls the cuckoo with only his gaze pointed at Nyatai and is about to complain about something.

"What are you kidding me about! Kazuhiko, you're just an admirer! Did you forget to keep ten seats?

"Orders from wet feathers. Just now | The superior order to" PLANT HWYADEN "" PLANT FROUDEN "has been issued. Retreat. Operations will be interrupted."

"Kazuhiko!

Nyantai's former buddy's voice was like cold mud.

I don't want to allow an organization called PLANT HWYADEN to do just that.

But one of the people who coaches the "PLANT HWYADEN" is Kazuhiko and Intics, which means he's an old companion of Nyata.

What happened?

Nyantai stirs up his thoughts and frustrations.

"What's Plant hwyaden thinking? What's Kazuhiko thinking?"

"I don't mind if you ask me."

Mizfa, who was about to take a step forward, and to Natai, Kazuhiko unleashed a knife without pulling out. The impact of that blade, which can be whitewashed, is enough to break the earth, perhaps a blow of an assassin called "Extermination," but its power deviated even from nymphomaniac thickness.

It was out of the realm of Adventurers.

"This is all I've got yet."

……

Unable to speak, Kazuhiko turned his wide back when he left words to devour. It was felt like a dark cloud covering this world, which was also missed by the "Tea Party of the Prodigal", which was once one of us.

"The squad leader doesn't have to kill the Earthlings."

……

Kazuhiko's words belonged to a former friend, and that is why they were infinitely bitter.

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I just rang a string.

I cried out for my throat to dry out too.

It would be fake, but it would be real, but I don't mind. Fifty bells do all the songs they know.

Running, running, running down the street, the fifty bells now turned into eight-minute notes and could play in a dark sunset. Arched quadruple, chord white balls stroke. The footsteps of the fifty bells were snares and the heart was a bass drum.

Fifty bells were left to the endurance enhanced by "Baldo Style".

The repertoire played filled the space with a seven-color examination.

("The Captured Lion Darge"!!

A group of "servants of the Dark Spirit" moved like a mechanical doll that ran out of oil on a runoff scale. Fifty bells don't even glance. Because we know the other side of the fifty bells will slip into the blank solo part.

"The Orb of Ravah!

The rough riff was more like a drum solo than a melodious. When moving the intermission to C Melo, the "Dark Spirit's servant" has already turned to rainbow.

"The earthlings" like wild rabbit brothers and sisters caught sight of the gaze peeking from the basement.

They looked like they were going to cry when they turned hard on each other.

There's no place for a town to get out of this fight. Half-opened mouths in pitiful ways seemed more obscure than desperate than angry. One of the "Odyssey Knights" collapsed in the street and turned rainbow in front of the two.

The world must have collapsed now in front of those brothers and sisters. The hope of saving me crushed away.

Fifty Bells slammed a melody on such a sight.

(I can't do anything, but I'll sing)

I raised my voice.

I squeezed an impossible amount of voice and my throat snapped. Still didn't intend to add or subtract.

I'm watching you.

I created the phrase with that in mind.

There's really nothing you can do to make fifty bells. Just playing lute and screaming.

Fifty Bells nodded at the two of them as they evaded the magic of the "servant of the Dark Spirit". My brothers and sisters ran away like rabbits. With his chest down, to drop him off, he grunts a song to support him.

Songs are so tiny. Where one fifty bells has ravaged, there is no guarantee anywhere that he can save his siblings just now. In this whole town, the reality is that many sacrifices have been made. Even if fifty bells sing, that doesn't change anymore. I like John Lennon, but I think world peace is impotent with music.

The music that saved the fifty bells, the famous songs of the great performers, is probably all they can do.

The perception was painful, and it hurt fifty bells with a very different weight than it had been in a peaceful world. Fifty bells, of course, my father's guitar of fifty bells, even Kiyoshiro's song can't save the world.

That's normal.

I know it's a regular high school girl's fifty bell.

But the fifty bells never even thought about what they meant by waving their fists up. I even felt it was just fashion.

But right now, I think I know just a little bit.

Don't do that. It's a strength of patience. If you don't shake your fist up, you'll screw it up, so shake it up. I'm right here. Scream to scream. Sing to reward you for watching. I know about you, I know how you feel. A prayer that it's getting there is a song.

What do you mean, you lose?

Because you can't be saved.

Don't you need a song at first if you want to screw with it?

I need a song to face it again.

Fifty bells have always lived hugged by music.

Even when no one could understand, the music seemed to me to know who I was. On a lonely and lonely night, the ballads heard from the music pod seemed as if they were singing about themselves. When it was fun, the old rock number took the fifty bells out to the highway drive on the coastline that lasted everywhere.

Though wrapped up in numerous songs, Fifty Bells didn't know much about the singer.

I understand now. I'm sure they tried to tell the Fifty Bells, too. I know how you feel. I'm singing the same way. Don't screw it up, hang in there! He screamed at me. Because that's all we can do anyway. The Fifty Bells song is powerless, but even the Fifty Bells spear is just as powerless. I'm sure this world will not be saved.

But the fifty bells didn't stop.

Because he sent out to sell a fight to God.

Wrapped in the magic of Lundelhouse, he ran through town with winged shoes.

Run to your people waiting for the help of the Fifty Bells. Reasonably stick your fist up to the bounced towya. Jumping on the glacial magic unleashed by Lundelhouse, the two ran.

Even now, I can't tell you that Fifty Bells has a special talent.

The singing of power is not transparent enough, and the fingertips of just chasing the melody can come off. I know exactly who that is. So I can't tell you to be a pro. Just thinking about eating with music scares me and makes me feel like I'm going to scratch my legs.

But I'm sure the Fifty Bells will never forget the present moment.

I won't forget this evening when I started singing by squeezing barbaric courage.

Although I can't say I will be a music person (artist), I can promise that I will love music for the rest of my life. That's the full fifty bells, and that's really enough.

Electric light ran with a bursting sound like heaven emitting an anger. Turning off the laminated magic formation with a wave of arms, Lundelhaus caught up to the side of the fifty bells. The side of the young man, who surely knows no secret determination of fifty bells, warmed the heart of fifty bells.

Lundelhaus said it from the beginning. He wants to be an Adventurer, like an Adventurer. It's not a profession, it's a matter of life. Lundelhaus would be fine with a profession no matter how unworthy [the adventurer] is. The golden young man who chose that way of life to fight irrationality knew from the beginning the answer that Fifty Bells had finally arrived at.

(Yeah. Rudy drew me in)

(gave me my song)

Reminds me of words that inspire me somewhere myself, like my father's thin laugh.

Now that I think about it, that line wasn't just directed at the fifty bells. It was the words of one musician who, with bitterness and regret, nevertheless decided to live his life in music.

(My dad was right. I wasn't talented. It wasn't rock at all to be thinking about talent or not)

The laughter grew small.

"Fifty Bells!!

More members. He nodded at Serara, who had run over with a white wolf, wielding a lute head. I heard battles coming from all over. There is an attacking magic chant like a tired sword or as if you have lost sight of your way home. But still, the town was stained with leftovers and beautiful.

"Miss Serara."

"Thanks."

After clumsily following him two or three times, and still letting him heel (heel) with Lundell House's flying spell, Serara laughed a little in the blindfold as she sickened with a serious face. Warm things swell more and more inside the fifty bells.

"It's okay! We searched all the buildings west of here! Wolf's nose has evacuated all the people of Earth."

Fifty bells, who kept playing as they stood, wanted to shout delight, but put that feeling on the song.

Suddenly the heavens filled with light.

The three of them found themselves in the magical glow of the first time they saw it, and soon found out.

Because a loud cry was heard from a party talk (chat). The three ran as if they had been begun. There's Roe 2 and Minori under that brilliance, and there's probably Towya.

Fifty bells can tell the pain of Toya. Toya heard the sad cry, "This can't be the real world." And the Fifty Bells also shared the cry in party readings. I can see you're hurting more when you scream, it was such a sad voice that it seemed to rip.

The grief is the enemy of the Fifty Bells.

Defeating it was the fight to God.

I may not have a winner, but I can't help but fight. Beneath that glow is a companion (Towya).

"Back off, brother!

"Dumb. Get out of my way. This is the Knights of Odyssey.

'I won't back down! Wood Spirit Return. Absolutely, throw your brother out and do something!

"To a child like you, what do you know!

I heard a scream of Towya approaching me.

Fifty bells hung out with Lundelhaus, as his voice shouted.

"It's okay now."

"Yeah!"

"Toya, you didn't lose!

"Ugh."

I'm sure it's all scratched up. You wouldn't even be able to convince the Knights of Odyssey.

But Toya didn't leave a grunt in the galley! He stands up, eats up again, and fights in the Knights of Odyssey.

That's it, Toya's not losing anymore.

Serara is right. I haven't lost at all. Let's go help him soon. So fifty bells thought it was totally superior.

"Toya! Don't make mistakes until I get there! This" Adventurer "Lundelhaus-Code will join you!!

Even a small smile spills on Lundelhouse's roar.

As soon as you hear Toya's voice, you're a hundred times better. It's turning into a strong Lundell House. Adult Lundelhouse who worries about fifty bells is also cute, but now Lundelhouse is an amazing boy. If you let go of the lead, you must run to the horizon.

Fifty bells thought I was the same.

I want to run straight like Lundell House.

A little more, we'll be there in a little while.

"Come on, or I'll feed you every ounce of rot."

"Why don't you do it! But I'm not leaving."

Turn the corner. It was already a river stained with Zhu. Several flying dragons have become silhouettes and pierced the flaming and crushed bridge. Fighting in the backlight was a bunch of "Dark Spirit squires" who became more disastrous with strength, as well as the knights of Odyssey, and Towya.

"This is where we die. Stop whimpering on the road to Yellow Springs!!

The heart of the fifty bells burned.

The scream of not joking caught my wings on both feet.

Tears piled up in my eyes and my vision blurred, but that wasn't for sadness.

This world played lute in a bright white light,

This world, which has traveled a long time with its fellow citizens,

This world where I met Lundelhouse.

It is not the road to Yellow Springs, etc.

So now is the time for Fifty Bells to sing the forty-third song.

(I don't know, it's a song that doesn't look good)

Still, that's the first song that Fifty Bells ever wrote.

I'm here to support you to make sure I know what you're doing. No matter who doesn't admit it, only fifty bells bless this world. God made the forty-third and more song seeds in this world.

Minori was seen at the head of his companions slipping into battle. He reached Towya one foot away and protected him. Beside it is Roe 2, who flips a white cape cape. Roe2, like a big bird, looked back over his shoulder and nodded. Both Lundelhaus, Serara and Minori exchanged sights with the Fifty Bells.

"I'll protect you."

"Rudy won't protect you."

Short interactions alone filled the chest of the fifty bells with courage. The energy meter is 100%. It should be noted that the highly-buttled intro made the best sound of the day. The brightly red-stained sky felt as if it was hurrying fifty bells, but also as a blessing for eternity.

The first word, Fifty Bells pushed out in a prayerful mood.

Whenever Lute's brilliance danced like jumping on the water, the seven-colored notes inspired the world. Now, fifty bells support all the Adventurers on the battlefield, as well as the Earthlings.

New tones and fifty bell songs cast magic on the world.

Poetry spreading like ripples was approved by the world (Cerdesia) to produce a voice. Pebbles about the size of eggs emerged from my fingertips. Dancing out like squirrels everywhere, they became impromptu defenses, hitting every attack on the battlefield and trying to distract the magic.

It was a really tiny poem. The mindset was nothing more than a small stone dancing. It had little effect, and it was doubtful whether it would add up slightly, but Fifty Bells did not give up poetry.

It's only because it's limited.

You burn your chest hot because it's horrible.

The despair that it may not reach anyone right now is a blessing itself that it may reach someone one day. Fifty bells thought I might be a weak man in need of such reasoning, but I can walk to the end of the world with one hope. That's the lock.

Now fifty bells is music (43). The world belonged to fifty bells.

I pummeled bright lemon yellow notes in the sky stained with cedar.

You just have to deliver this melody to everyone. Sprinkle like stardust. To the helplessly angry (earthlings) and to the Knights of Odyssey crying like children in search of their homeland.

At the end of their lives, the seven colors of light in those chabots that float into the universe are the same as the seven colors in the scale. Fifty bells tasted a small surprise at the similarity.

When the sun set, the seven colors of brilliance broke, and all that remained was to climb towards the moon.

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It was the day after the battle that the Lundelhouses left that town.

We stopped traveling any further by discussing it. We agreed that there were different events and we had to report them to the Alliance, and we were able to fulfill our original purpose of getting the Magic Bag (Magic Bag) material by defeating the Steel Tail Dragon (Wyvern).

If we focus on purpose, we can say that the Lundelhaus and their journey was a success.

But the bitter ones remained.

The north side of the town has become a battlefield and the damage to the town of Safir, including the collapse of abandoned buildings and bridges, has been enormous. Dozens of victims of the "earthlings" have also occurred on a scale.

It's painful from Lundelhouse, but not uncommon. In the first place, in this harsh Cerdesian world, it is a continuum of trials from the beginning with the raw of the "earthlings". Lundelhouse's hometown is now asleep under the ashes as well.

The "earthlings" did not hide all their damage, nor did they make a scene. It was in that regard that Lundelhaus was worried that the responsible Toya and Minori brothers and sisters, the innocent Selara, and the gentle Fifty Bells would not blame themselves for the death of the "earthlings".

But the wonder and the atmosphere of the town did not darken.

The "earthlings" were able to support each other and there was still a lot of hope in this town. The centre remained intact, and the fishing and street trade, the town's core industry, has not been damaged. Saphir's town was painful, but I guess that means he can stand up.

The morning after the battle, Roe 2 and Darriella said goodbye before traveling.

It was sudden, but a monster appeared, and it was only natural that we should hurry to our destination rather than put our judgment behind us, and Lundelhaus and the others dropped off the two traveling in the morning. Roe2 was completely tame, so much so that Serara and others were hugging.

She was a strange woman.

Her subpoena magic includes many things that Lundelhouse has never seen before. Lundelhaus is a very good magician as a 'earthlinger', and he accumulates comparable combat skills and knowledge to court magicians and archmages. But as an "adventurer", it was still to an intermediate degree, and even though I live in the city of Akiba, it's hard to say that I learned all the magic.

But still, Roe 2's manipulative necromancy was rare and left a vivid impression. The user of Necromancer magic is also in Akiba, but I first meet a user as good as her. immense magic and judgment, exceptional combat sense. The sword princess she summoned (Sword Princess) was more elegant than a sword spirit, as a princess who could die.

Roe 2 wrote to Minori and asked her to do something for me.

At that point Lundelhaus renounces to think lightly. Minori is almost the best commander as far as Lundelhouse knows, as well as the twin sister of her best friend, Towya. If you decide you need Minori, Lundell House will have a request for help, too, and if you miss the time and the danger comes, you can go help. As far as the look on Minori's face was concerned, although that was not surprising news, it could not be considered bad news.

The parting words were "again". It's short, but that's a reunion promise.

The Lundelhouses also promised "absolutely".

One way or another, the other traveler was more concerned for a reason from Lundelhouse's point of view. It's Dariella, the Earthlings' book. This beautifully sweet lady said she was headed to Icoma. I was worried that it would be a difficult journey for a woman alone, even though she was used to traveling, but if she went to Sanal, she would have an escort.

This woman, who was not familiar enough to say that she was a fellow unlike Roe2, looked at it with a quiet smile as Roe2 was surrounded by serara, minnoli and fifty bells as she parted. It appeared calm and aristocratic, even from the Lundelhaus, born at the end of the noble house, but it also gave the impression that it was somewhat approximate when it remained stained with Akiba.

Either way, the two women said goodbye and traveled. They will head west and the Lundelhaus will head east to Akiba.

Dariella said goodbye with that soft smile, "I hope to see you again somewhere," and the Lundelhaus and the others were able to reply, but only Toya remained somewhere with a hard look.

After dropping them off, Lundelhaus asked Towya as he slowly walked toward the town centre hurrying to rebuild.

"Are you glad I let you go like that?

"What?

"Miss Dariella."

"Oh."

Towya looked up into the sky and Lundelhouse was also attached and raised her face.

The next morning there was such a battle, but the sky was clear, and the blue was clear.

You can hear the other loving conversations of the three preceding girls in the ears of two silent walkers swept by the tide of March. I'm already used to hearing it, it's the voices of my people. At this moment when he walked next to his best friend Towya and heard his friends, Lundelhaus felt his place. It is the duty of Lundelhaus to protect his young companions.

"That's okay."

"Right."

You liked him, didn't you?

And Lundelhaus didn't listen. If it is, I've already dropped it off, and if it isn't, it would be rude. Every relationship is difficult for Lundelhouse. Sometimes women think, and the gentleman thinks he should be more laid back.

Toya uses the term "sister" whenever she calls on older heterosexuals. If you're a man, you're my brother. Even to the "Adventurers" of the "Knights of Odyssey" who connected Toya, Toya did not hesitate to call him "Brother".

Toya like that never called me "sister" about Darriella. So, I mean, I guess that's what Lundelhouse says. Lundelhaus still doesn't know about that chest pain, but the side of Towya looked much more grown-up than when he went on a journey.

"Um. Mr. Dariella, come on."

Towya looked up at the sky and went on like a solitary.

"Nails, they're tedious. It's too painful, like I bit it."

Lundelhaus didn't notice. Probably the same goes for fifty bells, minnoli, and serara. Towya noticed. Lundelhaus imagined Toya's feelings when he noticed them and imagined the feelings of the (earthlings) lady who bit her nails. There was the unknown suffering of Lundelhaus there, and I thought that Towya was swept away by the pain.

I thought I'd say something even though I was confused with advice, but Lundelhaus stopped.

I am not a sage enough to step that far, and I am not even as bright as men and women. Besides, Lundelhouse's best friend Toya is a samurai. If Toya decides to be good, I guess that's a good thing.

"Huh. Well, Towya. If you have a problem, you can talk to this Lundelhaus-Code."

"No, Brother Rudy, I won't talk to you."

"Oh my God!

It seems that Toya was properly convinced by herself. The usual honest smile allowed Lundell House to answer brightly as well.

Leaving the inn ready for the journey was already in the afternoon.

It was Lundelhaus's opinion that rushed the trip, and he didn't tell his people, but it wasn't necessarily because the frustration and slander of the [earthlings] couldn't be directed at them.

The Lundelhaus fought desperately, but it is true that the Knights of Odyssey shielded the town.

Lundelhaus is now a "earth man" and an "adventurer".

So I know how it feels both ways. There is no obligation on the Knights of Odyssey to protect the Grounders. It wasn't their belief, it wasn't their mission. They were free to do what they wanted to do, and they didn't put the "earthlings" in their hands. The "Landmen" saved by the presence of the "Knights of Odyssey" will probably climb to a considerable number. At least in the early stages of the fight, they stopped most of the damage to this town.

But Lundelhaus also knows to say that the mind is unconvincing that way. When you have an irrational disaster and someone has the strength to help you on the spot, it's impossible to expect it. Why didn't you help my family when all the Adventurers were there? The mourning is well known to Lundelhaus. There will surely be (earthlings) who will cry out too much grief and resentment.

The towers and minnows that have been hit with it will hurt your chest, as will Serara and the Fifty Bells. And when I said that, the "earthlings" would end up hurting. So now it's better to leave this town early.

The carriage is to be left behind, but the confidence that is now possible on foot is shared by all the Lundelhaus.

As a realistic issue, the town must be rebuilt. There won't be room for the Lundelhouses, and the inns can help from the west. Lundelhouse's persuasion that the place should be vacated was honestly listened to.

"We're done here."

"You had a tough time at the end. I wonder if this town will be all right."

"I have nothing to worry about. This is the stronghold of Red Earth's streets. We'll rebuild soon enough."

"But we"

Lundelhaus placed his hand on the shoulder of the fifty bells.

The cloudy look on the face of the fifty bells would think of the victim. I know how that feels, but when a singer with hair like hazelnuts sinks like that, Lundelhouse feels very restless. Irrational, but Lundelhouse feels responsible for her smile.

That also seems to be influenced by the violent declarations in the Great Temple after that. Apparently Lundelhouse went under her protection, albeit half-enforced. I'm not convinced, but the promise is a promise nonetheless. It is her duty to stay at her side and protect that smile.

So Lundelhaus tried to speak to her about something.

But I stopped it with a whisper like a whisper on the wind. On the contrary, I even lurked my breath.

I can hear that song from afar.

Of course the well-eared fifty bells were noticed and his eyes were rounded.

Fifty bells sang in that battle, only fifty bells, it was music.

An eagle lion (Griffon) descended from the sky, and Serara ran. Minori and Toya follow that one beat late. A bright voice of joy washed away the dark shadows of his companions.

But Fifty Bells and Lundelhaus had always listened to the singing of small children echoing from the town. The end point of this tour was this town. The limits of the helpless Lundelhaus appeared at the end of the journey.

But that song will surely go further west. The song of the Fifty Bells is neither helpless nor meaningless. I tried to tell him about it, but the eyes of the fifty bells were so full of tears that they flowed off. For his tearful partner, Lundelhaus offered a handkerchief.

It's the birthday song (birthday song) of the world and fifty bells that echoes the town of Saphir.