Log Horizon

◆ 01

Hello.

I wasn't sure what to start writing, but the first word is worthy of greeting.

Hello, world. Hello, shiroe.

I am now writing this letter in a lodge in the town of Saphir, central Yamato.

After I finish writing this letter, I intend to entrust it to my acquaintance Minori.

I hear reading is Log Horizon's Shiloe. When I heard that name, I felt strange. Because I have your memory in me.

Just as you, the Adventurers, have received flesh from different worlds to this Cerdesian world, so have we received flesh from different worlds to this Cerdesian world.

My name is Roe2.

We call ourselves the Sailing Species (Travellers). From your point of view, it's an intelligence body from another world.

At the same time I myself am your sister.

Perhaps you expect, and I can only apologize if I'm sorry about that, but neither we, the Superintendent (Hur), nor the Collector (Genius), who belongs to the Sailing Species, as we do, can explain anything to you about the Catastrophe. To be precise, it can be explained, but it is our understanding of [agreement], it is neither a clarification of the principles nor a solution.

Still, I believe we're only a few steps ahead of you, but I'm going to fulfill that obligation. Because I am also your sister, but also your sister, as I promised Minori.

In that regard, why am I Roe 2?

Why is she my sister?

You should explain it from around there.

We, like you, have reached Cerdesia by virtue of that unanimity. But our world is far beyond Cerdesia, and we were a species that did not have physical shape or shape data in the first place.

Having reached this world, we thus took the form of borrowing the flesh that already existed in this world as an incarnation.

If Minori's words are correct, he says you are an intelligent man with a very good guess.

As you can see by explaining, my present flesh belonged to you, which was kept in the moon, without "connection with the soul" in this world style.

It will take the form borrowed without permission, but I want you to forgive me.

Your thoughts and memories remain colorful in this flesh.

What I'm able to explain to you in this way is reconstructing your vocabulary data. It is also because of you that I can speak the language of this world. Rewarding the favor is one motive for writing this letter.

I want you to read this letter in a spirit of tolerance if you wish.

Because you can always tear it down.

◆ 02

Siloe looked up at the ceiling and exhaled a sigh that she did not know how many times it would be.

Several notes with folds in the hand.

It was brought to Shiloe via Minori.

The shape of the calligraphy was familiar. Turn over the documents nearby and it is your handwriting. Similar to the handwriting, Siloe frowned so as to reduce the headache.

This was the guild home of the Horizon of Records (Log Horizon).

The renovation of an abandoned building standing in northern Akiba was no longer a "home" for Shiloe. That's not because Siloe bought the seven-story building with this brick-style exterior wall with a lot of momentum, but because the people who welcome Siloe will always be with us.

Including Shiloe, this guild home is home to nine new members, including direct successors, Akatsuki, Nantai, Minori, Toya, Fifty Bells, Lundelhouse and Tora - the Adventurers. The building is pierced by ancient trees, so the central part of each floor is not available, but nevertheless there are about three to four rooms on each floor, so the members had one private room at a time and did not feel it was narrow.

This room is Siloe's office.

Nine people are not so fine, but they are obviously the size of small and medium-sized guilds. If it was meant to be, there was no need for such a big deal as an "office". One paperwork desk in the private room would suffice. However, the Horizon of Records is one of the eleven guilds participating in the Round Table Conference, and there are numerous consultations and petitions that Siloe has to process. and visitors. It was the clerk's office for that.

Siloe spends so much time in this clerk's office that a member might say "pull." That, of course, is a lot of work, but it was also because Shiloe tends to be fuzzy with his thoughts and thinks he worries about other members like that.

Most of the members of the Horizon of Records often did not take such a siloed idea as a one-size-fits-all...

Siloe turned her back loose with the back of the executive chair.

My fingertips are folding the letter over my belly and putting it back in the envelope.

It was serious.

It was a letter that raised a serious issue.

But thinking about it, Siloe sighed with her eyes behind her glasses.

"Sure, this letter is a big problem. When I say that, I mean the Roundtable Conference, I mean Minami, I mean the Holy Empire Westlande, I mean Mr. Crusty, it's all serious."

I put it out in my mouth and realized again that none of this is going to go out of style.

Regardless of Crusty himself, his guild, D.D., is experiencing operational problems. It's stranger that the Alliance Leader wasn't here in the first place. Thanks to the excellence of the operational staff, so far the problem has not spread to the surroundings, but internally there have also been reports of fatigue.

The "Holy Empire Westlande" thing was also an issue. According to the investigation, although not on a large scale, activities such as conscription and the restructuring of the Knights could be seen.

Roundtable Conference, which brought together East Yamato, mainly Akiba, raised the western half of Yamato | "PLANT HWYADEN" "PLANT FROUDEN". Two different organizations of thought have been formed, but Siroe did not consider the matter to be a bad thing in itself. Even in such a split state, the Adventurer is, after all, a modern man with roots in modern Japan. I didn't think it meant it would be a war any more than it was. No, I still think so.

But the common sense doesn't seem to make sense to the "earthlings".

The "Holy Empire Westlande" that brings the West together appeared to be going to war with the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal". And once it starts, Siloe thinks we can never be irrelevant [adventurers] either. We will not be able to make our hearts cold enough to pass through irrelevance.

Adventurers are modern Japanese for better or worse.

It's impossible that "PLANT HWYADEN" didn't realize that. In response to that, Ms Intics thinks she's insightful enough that the word acumen is not enough.

Siroe has some information on what's going on in Minami. I feel depressed considering that. That is also the path Akiba was once on the verge of following, and even now it is a path that we cannot say is no longer possible.

"Roundtable meeting".

Yes, it seemed to Shiloe that the Round Table Meeting was still exactly as it was now, and as it was hitting a new branch again. Siloe would not have bothered so far if it were a visible crisis such as a monster or a great stranger. In the city of Akiba, Krusty is the one now missing, but there are Isaac, Souzillow, and many other heroic 'adventurers'. There is confidence in Siloe that most obstacles can be eliminated if fighting.

But that doesn't seem to be the problem this time.

That, in one way or another, resembled the air immediately after the catastrophe. I thought I shook it off in "Crescent Burger," it looks like a siloe as that despair has risen again. Will people's tiredness and giving up cultivate even a 'war' they have never seen? For a siloe with no experience, I didn't even know what that meant.

"I mean, it's no use thinking about what's going on, but I can't help but think about it, and I don't have less work to do, and oh yeah"

Siloe slammed into her desk with Batan.

I thought sweetly that if I pretended to be dead, every trouble wouldn't leave, but I didn't leave at all. It is a letter thrown by its symbol, a pile of documents.

"Siloe Chi"

The knock was followed by a thin peek into the door, which was too much.

When Shiloe asked her to come in, she slipped her body into a relaxed position.

When he saw it, Shiloe stuck the letter in the desk drawer and moved to the reception set. I dropped a drink off the silver tray there, too, Nantu, which seemed unexpected.

"Let's have a seat, too."

"Is your job good?

"I'm tired"

Siloe laughed honestly.

Nyan Thigh Things In those siloe words: "Ha ha. Then I'll accompany you," he lowered his back.

The two kept their mouths shut on a hot chocolate-like beverage. It was warm and extraordinarily sweet.

Siloe glanced at the swirl-like pattern floating on the surface of the cup. Is it the convection effect? That's slowly spinning. The pattern of the marble looks like a spiral. Siloe self-diagnosed that it's tiring evidence that this kind of thing doesn't matter. The sweetness seemed to stain.

"Shiloe is trying too hard."

"And the squad leader."

Shiloe laughed small and Chan Tai gave a surprised look.

I had noticed that Nitta had recently come up with a silhouette. That was after Minori headed west as an escort to the youth group. I have received reports of events from Fatty. The quiet Nyata didn't tell much, but I could imagine what Siloe saw.

(The squad leader met an adventurer who didn't like the world...)

That was an issue that has also gradually become apparent in Akiba.

It's been almost a year since the catastrophe.

"In a month, it will be..."

"Yeah."

(This past year has divided people)

If the Catastrophe was a transient case to be solved in a short period of time, I'm sure that would not have been a problem. It is only natural as a human being to be shocked by the astonishing state of unso affairs, and there is no reason to be confused or disturbed.

"It's been a long time. It's been a short time."

"Yeah. Someone who wants to go home, you must be there"

"That's right... Probably... some people wish they would, after throwing everything away."

"That's right."

Even siloes lie when they say they don't want to go home. But that's "if I can go home". After the Round Table Conference from the Catastrophe, most of the inhabitants of the city of Akiba were able to become familiar with the world. "Of course I want to go home. If I can go home," to the extent that I can. That's a word that I would like to "go home," while also including the readiness to "if you can't go home, you can't help it".

Throw everything away, that's a big word.

Anyone who can imagine everything, anyone who can be thrown away, I think Siloe would if he didn't.

Doesn't that rather mean you want to erase yourself? I imagine that's the kind of thought that attributes everything to nothing.

But not everyone can handle such a crazy case. That's what I have no choice. And the time of the year was to prove that the people could not get used to it.

They don't want to be in this world. If you want to make a comparison, say, "I want to go home. Even if I can't go home".

"Not that I don't know how that feels..."

"Yeah, I know. So you can't blame me."

"You're not hanging up."

"It's hard."

The two made sure to peek into the chocolate and share the silence.

There is so much despair in people that they cannot see the future. It inflicted sharper pain on Siloe than any powerful monster.

"Shiloe chi..."

Nyantai said it rarely. Before that eloquent silence crumbles, he asks Siroe, in a gentle voice, "Do you want to go home?"

Siloe pitied that gentle voice color. It is this world that is forcing you too much to. And I also think it's my anxious look. But even if I do, I can't find an answer in me.

After a small sigh, Siloe told him to squeeze it out.

"You should go home, what do you think"

I've been thinking about it, Siloe has arrived at it, which is a natural and thin conclusion. The honest argument that no matter what you think, there is nothing else.

"We are foreign to the world after all. Some people live and distort in this world. Some people distort this world. That could happen even when I was in the original world. No, I think he was awake. But after all, if it's an avoidable tragedy, we should avoid it."

I knew Nyantai nodded small, but Shiloe couldn't say beyond with her chest clogged. If you believe the letter at hand, there are things you can do even if you don't say you can go home.

But even thirty seconds before Shiloe laid eyes on him, the dawn was still far away, and the night was deep.

◆ 03

"Oh."

Reese heard a sighing voice spill out of her lips.

If you look up and out the window, the cream-colored light illuminates the ancient tree. The guild hall, which many members paid for in training and procurement expeditions, was secluded.

Leese's paperwork at hand counts a dozen.

It is not clean according to the format.

The margins were well-written notes and reflections, something that was not dressed. Reese grins mocking herself at the poor handling of it.

This note is Leese's footprint. A record of a struggle written together like a lifeline in a dark wilderness that would have been wrecked if it had not been left behind.

Answers are often simple. "This month I will buy about five hundred alternative weapons for training". That can be all. But what thoughts do I have to make in order to reach that conclusion? It doesn't have to be a thought. You can argue, you can calculate. Anyway, what do I have to do to get answers? That's what Reese didn't know.

Because those decisions were mostly semi-automatic in "D.D.D.", and in the field, if you wrote and submitted the desired documents, they would have been collected and distributed the following month. However, the automatic distribution process of that kind was due to the member functions of the official "D.D.D." website, which existed outside "Elder Tail".

The "catastrophe" prevented me from receiving administrative support for these external sites, but that wasn't exactly the problem. Members were familiar with such an application/payment process and voluntarily produced such administrative documents. Operations continued to collect the documents and provide the necessary supplies. Such mechanisms continue to live today, and are an important driver of keeping Yamato Server's premier supermassive guild (D.D.D.) alive.

But on the other hand, that's how D.D.D. 's ability to procure supplies was almost infinite. When "500 Alternative Weapons for Training" is not available, the function to adjust does not exist on the system. Moreover, not only are such existing cases coordinated or changed, but a whole new set of requests, as well as projects spanning the ranks of each department, emerge one after the other.

Reese is one of the executives of "D.D." called "Drei-Klauen" and "Sanyuu". I was proud of this guild's understanding of the operating system. In fact, he was handled by the Alliance Master in close proximity to material arrangements and scheduling using external sites.

But the system that's already running - and getting on a system that contains semi-automatic coordination and administrative assistance and just managing it - and exploring the right solutions for some kind of project, proceeding with it, informing it, designing it to be operational as a system… is something else altogether.

- I didn't know it was something else.

Reese laughs bitterly at the fact.

| "Drei-Klauen" "Sanyu" is the name of the dogma.

I guess Hachima left because she figured it out. Now I honestly thought so.

If stretched to a large extent, the makeshift office is faintly staining with lemon-colored light. It seems to have deepened in the afternoon. A soft light, not the cedary colour of dusk, but which eventually indicates it will come. In the early spring of March it was mildly beautiful without heat.

When Reese stood up to change her mind, she was in a glass of cold tea from the water.

This temporary office has a killing landscape and no tea utensils. About twenty people rented a meeting room to let them in and used it, so that was natural too. "D.D.D." of course has a decent office, a luxurious but powerful atmosphere like a VIP room, but it was a little hard to use mentally for Reese. When I was spending time with Crusty, it's a strange thing because I treated the space as though it were natural. Leese laughed small that the Alliance Master must have had some sort of magical ability to make even his surrounding companions puff.

"Whoa, Mr. Reese."

It was the Karasin of a wealthy young man (Eighth Shopping District) who glanced at his face without even hearing Knock's reply. Karasin slips in in in an easy-going condition, closing the door and unloading the package. It was routine on both Karasin's and Liese's sides in order to get them through quite often.

"Good luck. Mr. Karasin."

"Haha. No more. Goodbye."

"Is it bad"

"You're ghost busy!

"You're already always such a light-hearted person"

Reese recommended the chair with her fingertips intact. Karasin continues the conversation as he grates the canvas bag lowered from both shoulders to the left and right and organizes the contents of the paper bag he held.

"I don't know... do I? Well, Mr. Reese seems busy."

"I'm just not handy."

"Ah again. I'm serious, so I can't beat it."

Reese points to the paperwork with her gaze.

It's a Massive Combat (Reid) plan that belongs to levels 75, 77, 81, 85. At this level of fighting, 300 times a week if it was "D.D." before "catastrophe". Even from the level band, it is a massive battle that belongs to a "patrol" rather than a "challenge". But now everything has changed.

The degree of combat difficulty in this world, which has become a reality, has increased considerably. It was previously challenged by Adventurers at levels 70-72, such as Reid at level 75. But nowadays a complete victory at that level would be difficult. Even if it were possible, we must be prepared for its corresponding wear and tear. You have to understand the level of the participants.

The increase in travel costs is also a major problem. At a time when travel by Fairy Ring (Fairy Ring) is difficult, all expeditions are due to riding creatures and must also bring in camp and food. "It's a massive battle of arms trials, we're going to take them out a little bit". The dungeons that can be described that way have come to count.

"Massive Battle."

"Yeah, pick the right one in the near field, though."

Mind if I look? Reese leads to Karasin's inquiry that Karasin turns perky in front of him. There are many annotations and notes, but not many. The plan is simple.

"Fantasy material, I thought you wanted it."

"Yes."

Reese nodded.

It is Akiba, which is boiling in the rush of technological development, and all its supplies are now being bought and sold in the midst of its vitality. The same goes for food, as well as items such as weapons and protective equipment. In the chaos where various things are ramping up prices, there are two things where prices are nagging up.

One is an unproductive preference for reproduction. For example, delicious dishes, entertainment products, etc. are very expensive. I don't know the ceiling for cartoons, handmade figures, etc. Even though we were trapped in such a fantasy world, I guess the Reese are modern Earthlings and their thirst means they have to be healed with something. Even Reese will inevitably loosen her purse string if it is advertised as a newly developed cake.

The other was a "fantasy class" material.

In this world, "material" refers to an item in general that becomes a material when other items are created. In cooking, wheat, tomatoes, samma fish, dust potatoes, all ingredients. In contrast, an item in which the material is processed is called a processed product. The processed product can also be a material when making another item.

These "materials" can be obtained from the world itself. Wood comes from the forest. Ore comes from the mine. Fish come from the sea. Material acquisition points that require the hands of people such as fields and ranches also exist. In those cases, the producer of the material is most likely the "earthlings".

Monster drops are familiar with Adventurers, and this one is especially referred to as drop or monster material.

Levels are often present in materials, even if not explicitly. Even the same "iron ore", for example, exists at low and high levels. Low-level ones are available in safe mines with weak and few monsters, and we need the corresponding risks in order to get higher-level ones.

"Fantasy" materials are materials that have the highest difficulty of obtaining such materials. Those are materials that you drop from monsters that you have to crusade in Massive Combat. Fantasy material is a valuable resource. Not only is that necessary to repair the (fantasy) weapon defenses, but it is now necessary to create those weapons as well. On the contrary, in this world after the catastrophe, not only weapons and protective equipment, but demand is rising in all inventions and experiments. It is a famous story that the Roderick Chamber of Commerce created an ultra-high temperature furnace in the Dragon Scale Brick.

"Is it better to replenish?

"Well, of course it's just that. Food and repair materials."

"Monster material is fine. Otherwise, they tend to lag behind."

"Let's split up around here."

"Yes."

"D.D.D." is a stand-alone guild that is inherently complete. At least Krusty's interest was there, Leese understands. "An Alliance that can continue to function independently with a replenishment function inside."

However, at present, after the catastrophe, its function is also noticeably deficient. Regardless of the game, completeness is a picturesque cake in a situation that has become so complicated and part of the Round Table Conference. With the prolongation of the expedition, the importance of replenishment from outside has increased, and cooperation with the Eighth Shopping District, led by Karasin, has become essential.

"Mr. Reese is a hard worker, so hey. Minori, all the women in Akiba are dazzling."

After finishing a staircase that wasn't short on the food and supplies needed for the expedition and how to deliver it (if it would deliver it to the site, I'd never go over it), Karasin told Liese in a tone that stood aside.

"That's not true"

To Reese, who denies it, Karasin laughs bitterly but says, "I'm not a good match for it".

I guess that's true, Leese thought.

Crusty (Milord) is still special. The deeper I understand, the more I am reminded of the giant organization (system) that he has created. We'll find signs of problems that Leese can come up with and have dealt with in the near future. On the contrary, when Reese says, "You don't need it. You should simplify it," even the procedure I thought would be a balancer or redundancy for trouble.

For the first time in months, Reese has learned that there are works of art and works in the form of "organization". "D.D.D." is Krusty's work, which was undoubtedly a creation of isolated talent.

Even Leese can tell that Crusty is special and should not be compared.

But Reese doesn't have any other teachers to set an example, and there's no text in this world.

"Uh. Yes, uh. I think Lord Haraguro would be nice, don't you?

"Mr. Siloe, is it?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. That. Lord Shiloe."

It was an unexpected, and much more irresponsible, tone of words that Reese had spoken to me.

"Why?

"Lord Shiloe is also clumsy. I think I saw it, Mr. Reese. It's the type, isn't it?

Karasin replies smoothly to Leese, who is a long time old.

It was an answer as if it had been prepared.

"Really?

"About 50% of the time. Lord Shiloe, really."

"What's 50%?

"Lord Shiloe is 50% normal, isn't he? You're 40% brilliant and 10% fucked up."

"To?"

Karasin's tone seemed to linger when he put his arms together and held his mouth together.

Fifty percent of all people...

Reese trivializes the meaning of it.

Oh, really, I fell to my heart.

It was odd to say that he was 50% ordinary and 40% brilliant. It makes me giggle.

If you're completely normal, you don't even know where you stand. I know to what extent I don't know how much I know, how ignorant I am, so I can't help myself despite being an ordinary person. I guess that's what that means.

It's with Reese's little footprints.

Think desperately for days, look it up, five notes about A4. That's an equal size lease. The "wisdom" in Reese commanded Reese herself to make that note. Because "smart Liese" knew that was the only way left to wear the right way.

But on the other hand, "The Leese of All Fools" could only make five of those notes. That's what Reese is capable of today. Clumsy, poorly guessed, incompetent. But I can't help it. Because the reality of Reese today is to that extent.

Sure, that's very pitiful, but on the other hand, it was also a ho.

These five pieces are Reese's territory. Reese's considerations in this note are to the extent that Reese has been troubled by enough thought. Of course there are a lot of things on the outside that Reese doesn't quite understand. It's full of things I don't even know about my guild after all these years. And this is how I can only slowly increase my territory to Liese. I was desperate for it, but Karasin's words made me realize it wasn't the same.

There is no way to be slow. That's equal size.

Instead, it's a noticed thought that that's the only way to increase the territory, no matter how far-fetched it may seem.

There is a young man who set up the Round Table meeting in the same way and gave Krusty a deep grin. Karasin told Reese about it.

"I think you're still more helpful than Mr. Super Eyeglasses, who is 10% ghost, right?

"Yes."

"Eh heh. Your eyes finally feel tight."

Karasin, who did his hand to his jaw, was a conceited pose and cheered on Reese. Reese was embarrassed that she might have let this bright young man take care of her. There are plenty of people out there who can help Liese. Every day from Akibarade was also a day when people noticed the help they hadn't noticed before.

"No. This karacin, he won't say anything. But I hope you know. What do you say we bake?

"Ah. Wow, are you a numb again?!?

When Karasin tried to receive the bake he had removed from the paper bag, it was the boy with half pants who made a resounding noise and opened the door open. However, he must have been one of Karasin's people, who asked for a message and an exchange several times at the Eighth Mall.

"Tallo, he said he wasn't."

"Isn't that the guy I bought earlier? Really sell all the oil. Here, see, a, let's go deliver."

"Oh, so, Mr. Reese? Again! Ah, ah. If I get better, I can have dinner next time!

"Thank you for purchasing"

"Oh, seriously? Talo. Wasn't that a nice reaction now?

"Mr. Karasin, there you go. Give it up because it's an empty strike anyway."

"This is a lubricating conversation at work, Taro."

"That's why I get lubricated. Ugh."

Leese laughed and dropped off Karasin's voice shrinking as the boy dragged him off. Sanzo Takayama will also be back from the prosthetic update soon. Reese thought she was blessed.

The Round Table Meeting is ushering in a difficult time. Leese knows that, too.

So now I wanted to gain some strength.

It wasn't a level, it wasn't about this other world, it was one determination, one girl named Reese expects from herself in the future.

◆ 04

Isaac didn't originally like the season of spring.

It is about the degree to which the weather has improved and temperatures have risen slightly, and the air is dusty and irresistible, and even though it is not summer, it is not winter, and so on and so on and so on, it is a halfway season.

I wasn't sure the city would start floating oddly either. Well, I know why it would be a soothing atmosphere with school year switching if I said it in the closing period, but that's why I didn't have to say if that would be beneficial to Isaac, which in one way or another belonged to a pain in the ass.

As a child, spring was just a troublesome time throughout my student years and a season of fighting that I didn't have to. It's gotten a little better since I started earning money, but that's due to the freedom I got to distance myself from the floating people.

Anyway, Isaac didn't originally like the season of spring.

But the spring of this world seemed somewhat different from that.

Winter was quite harsh in this world where cooling was tougher than in the original Japan. Of course, neither the snow falling nor the frozen forests became any obstacle for Isaacs, the Adventurers, but not for the Landlords.

The city of My Hama, where Isaac has been staying intermittently since February, hits Chiba in position. Therefore, it was never buried in heavy snow, but it was covered in snow scenery for two months, and I heard that the ice in the pond crossed 40 cm.

It was a restricted season for people without Adventurer gear.

Occupying eastern Yamato, the "Alliance of Free Cities Eastal" is not a poor alliance, and now benefits from new technologies derived from "Adventurers", but it is still winter that the various harvests are reduced compared to summer and autumn. Not as good as Snow Country, but that's the same for My Hama, which tends to be a plain diet with a focus on preserved foods. Spring is not just a dusty halfway season, it's a season that means the end of winter.

As a Japanese who moved around in a down jacket and was free to eat anything in a family along the street if he was hungry, Isaac reflected somewhat that the area was completely out.

It was to the point where I snapped in my mind, "I'm sorry, you guys, float to the full".

With that thought in mind, and needless to say, Isaac is now resting with his back deposited in the trunk of the great tree on a hill with April winds.

It is a suburb about thirty minutes running from the capital of My Hama.

It's not technically the interior of the capital of My Hama around here, but the villages around the capital are almost as close as its boundaries are adjacent, with idyllic fields.

Isaac and the rest of the Knights of the Black Sword, who heeded Shiloe's request rather than the Roundtable Conference, were working out the Grass Grieves, the Duke's Knights of the Land of My Hama.

Even so, Isaac himself is free, stopped by the members, who say that if Isaac leaves the practice of training the Knights, there will be no indication. I couldn't just throw it completely, and this is how I was watching the coach from the top of the hill and slaying the yawn.

The hill is roughly circular with a radius of about one kilometer. The smaller, taller center has the smaller schoolyard the bigger the grove, but it extends in Isaac's back direction. It's not so bad a prospect, and even if there were any animals, they said it was about a wild dog, a fox or an Itachi.

The slopes of Isaac's overlooking hills are bright green spring grass as if it had just been washed with water, and a team rushes up there. It's part of Glass Grieves, led by about three members of the Black Sword Knights, led by Isaac. A total of about forty people?

Even when it comes to "Glass Grieves" coaching, it's inefficient in large numbers.

Divide the whole thing into about five units, and about three units are around this hill. You should be running around at the foot of the hill or practicing assault on a tree stand. If Isaac says he wasn't born and raised in Cerdesia, let alone a knight or something, but he's a knight coach, I just wonder if he is.

Spring grass is surprisingly full of water.

"Glass Grieves", as it relates to the name of the Knights, weighs in there for putting together metal armor supplied by the Duke of Cowen's house. They come up as instructors on the slopes of blue grass. Many roll unnecessarily with their feet taken by the wet grass at their feet. Thirty minutes after the training begins, the silver armor cared for will also be swamped with blue grass and mud.

But when the Glass Grieves jump without complaining, they rush back to their ranks.

The three leading "adventurers," Steel Storm Maru, eh pretend, and Li-Gento turn to it and say, "Oraola! Sweet arm!" "Speak up, Olaa! I scream," etc. Isaac thought they were totally hot and painful, but he doesn't know that Isaac was removed from the coach in the first place because he was donned even by his men by providing a bloodthirsty gymnastic Spartan instruction that [the Earthlings] couldn't stand.

All I'm thinking about while looking at as other HR in a raucous day is "Those are the hot, painful idiots," "Are they really in their brains?" "No, the members of the Black Sword Knights are just the retarded ones." "No, they can't be saved." Though frightened, his cheeks loosen. Isaac himself doesn't hate that idiot. Some parts are rather cute and irresistible. If you don't like it, there's no way you're going to be such a nasty guild leader for a second.

"Stop, stop!

"Thirty minutes pause!

"Rest! Soft, weak, weak!

and the role of instructor raised his voice about a hundred meters away. of Isaac. Whatever you say, I know you're enjoying it. The three discussed it with Isaac when they glanced at him and lowered their heads with a pepper. They don't have anything to report here. I say do it freely during coaching, so Isaac also waved appropriately.

I think they would do well.

Rather, it is on the (earthlings') side that I am surprised.

The Duke's Knights (Glass Grieves) are the Knights of the Corwen family who defend this myhama. The Cowens are elite in the Land because they are the de facto alliance lords of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Knights whose realm they possess. Isaac has received such a preliminary explanation.

Well, that's the "Earthlings" standard, though. It's a group of only about level twenty-five. I thought you couldn't be strong. Well, I still think about it. Not strong.

But not as weak as I thought.

The Glass Grieves have guts.

I still did two hours of running in that armor.

Of course, that's not about a morning walk from the ninety level (Adventurer). No, in this world where the concept of level exists in the first place, maybe it's not that much to be praised for. But they sweat, they muddy, they become outsiders, Isaac and others, but they don't make weaker noises, with more rigorous training than ever before. I have to say, it's quite a gut.

Isaac's companions back in the quarters also praised them in the absence of Glass Grieves. It's been two months since I started coaching. I guess that means the Black Sword Knights and Glass Grieves have been getting to know each other.

One of the remaining two, which divided the whole thing into five parts, is on vacation throughout the city, but the last one is engaged with monsters in "Birdland of Duverture". They are hunting high level monsters under the leadership of the Black Sword Knights by teaming up smaller squads. It is called power leveling.

The "Earthlings" are significantly inferior to the "Adventurers" at the rate of growth. The report says it's roughly a fifth. But even with that disadvantage, if you let twenty levels continue to defeat monsters on the grid, the level will rise at a joke-like rate from the common sense of [the earth].

Of course, if you let them level up and leave you alone, they won't know how to use your fighting power and will cause problems. So after letting them do power leveling, this is how they coach their flesh to bully them, and even stun mock warfare, making them accustomed to their increased physical performance. This routine has been a level coach for the Black Sword Knights for the past two months.

Isaac nodded open his meditating eyes.

And close again.

I think I heard something. I guess it's my fault.

But the reality I tried to get through came to catch Isaac with the unusual voice of "Isaac Sama".

When one boy, who had run in what a light trick, stopped near Isaac, leaning against the great tree, he dyed his cheeks and breathed. He looks like a smart boy with silver hair on his white skin. I guess the pigment is thin originally. When you look at your physique, your stubbornness is not dusty. So I just ran a small distance, my cheeks stained rosy and my breathing disturbed.

It was a full grin on that look, even though it almost seemed painful to have a throat.

"Isaac!

"Isaac is fine. The way you call me, Kimochi no."

Isaac woke up his upper body to a call that seemed to break on the way for a breath succession. When the Hood's "Adventurers" and the Samurais, who have been chasing after the rest, set up a giant parasol of sun removal to expand the shade of the tree, hitting the canvas where Isaac deviated and did it. The boy asked for Isaac's permission, but the Hood's "Adventurer" - Isaac's deputy, Rezalik, recommended, "Please sit down," so he just lowered his back there.

"But"

"Does a child have goosebumps?

Isaac spoke to a samurai who tied her mouth to the letter to prepare her drink. The samurai smiled more troubled and said, "Oh, shall I…" all ambiguous. I guess talking about the courtesy of an employer's child means it's early. Isaac says it's a waste of time even though he has good tits, making his mouth even more of a letter to.

"You."

It's Isels.

"Ah. Isels."

When Isaac spoke, who gave up an operation to get her to do something about it away from the samurai, Isels responded with joy. Isaac asks himself why he misses me so much.

"I don't know, the tone of it"

"My father and mother told me to be polite."

Father, I came with my mother. Isaac held onto his forehead in a relaxed manner.

"I'm not good at that."

"Isaac is an Adventurer, and he's working out the Knights of My Hama, working as a guide, and he's protected My Hama."

Isaac has avoided these classy and troublesome things, both in the original world and in the Elder Tail. That was in charge of Crusty and Siloe, or the eyeglasses, not Isaac.

But this little kid seems to have liked Isaac for what he got wrong.

He's a kid, smart, weak. Isaac flaunted his mouth as a letter to the end.

Besides, Isels is giggling at what he thought.

"I liked it all."

"Really?"

"That's right. I'm not a big deal like", "or" lord. "I'm traveling with some elite glasses that I'm good at."

"Is it a trip"

"Well, isn't that what you found out?"

Yes, sir.

Isels doesn't know Krusty so naturally, but he nods without any doubt.

Isaac thinks that if it had been for that "Mad Warrior" (Berserker) in the first place, I wouldn't have been in this role. The roots are superior to the habit of having similarities with Isaac, only the way cats wear them. Crusty was a great coach for the Knights.

I hear he's missing for an unexplained reason, but Isaac hasn't reported Krusty as much as he did. I glanced at him and said, "You've caused me trouble. As a matter of fact, I have discovered a new" large-scale combat "quest" and so on.

However, because of his absence, it was also true that Akiba had a smelly smell.

You may say that the flag (leader) is the team itself. It's a brittle thing to say about a group that's gone. Isaac has seen many of them. That was mostly an uninteresting ending. That's why I don't think Krusty's "D.D." is defenseless. - Think so. Isaac called for some sort of tear up lesalic.

Isaac.

"Oh, don't wear it."

"There you go, Isels. You can put it on."

Isaac, is that you?

The deputy, who usually pulls the poverty lottery, doesn't miss a chance to be able to make fun of Isaac. I glimpsed Isaac with such an inclusive laugh.

"You guys are serious..."

"I don't know, it's cool. Isaac."

Isels and Rezalik come round and round to sing. Isels is convinced to snort at Kankan-kun about what's funny. I start laughing when I creep up to the samurai in that way.

"Your mouth is square, Isaac."

The trouble with Rezalik is that he always stomps on the brink of Isaac exploding. It's like chicken lace, pulling words in with boiling lines.

"Damn. Are you guys serious about grabbing the Sword of Pain Black?!?

As Isaac shrugged his shoulders at the cry, Rezalik grabbed Iselus's hand and said, "Sasa, let's encourage the Knights to train. It's the Lord's family's job," he began.

Shaking his forehead, Isaac shifted his gaze to the Knights in Training.

If you look at it, it's time for my run-in legs to start blunting. It would be nice to put a drink in those guys, along with the worries teased by the rezaric.

Isaac took the sword of love and went down a loose hill.