Log Horizon

◆ 05

"Marriage Typical Disaster Kamaisal......?

Siloe repeated the name of Souzillo.

It was a name I had never heard of. Ever since Elder Tail was a game, the number of energies appearing is enormous. I don't know everything about it with Siloe.

Still, I generally remember about the name of the Enemy, which was the main one that appeared on the Japanese server. Regardless of its katakana noun kamaisal, the name of marital catastrophe is a lot more distinctive. Shiloe herself, it was hard to think of forgetting that.

"Yeah, that's what he called it."

"It's more of a marriage fraud than a marriage."

Nazna takes over the words of Souzillow.

Handicap on the tatami, between the floors, a masterful book of letters.

Siroe and Akatsuki were visiting one of Akiba's leading combat-based guilds, the Japanese-style Guildhouse. It was Guildmaster Souzillow and his one-armed Nazna who greeted me.

From a silhouette point of view, these two are colleagues from the Nostalgic Tea Party, Divochery Tea Party.

For Shiloe, who has lived at a table and in a chair, this Japanese-style room was a somewhat restless space. Akatsuki, on the other hand, is accustomed to how things are in this room, and he has his hands on the tea treats served. Akatsuki also has a private room on the Horizon of Records, which is the kind of Japanese room that made this room smaller. Nor does it make the front seat bitter.

"He was a strange enemy, as Senior Shilo put it."

"I didn't know Souzillo would run into you."

"Didn't you expect that?

"I was wondering if you'd gather information that I expected, that if I asked everyone, maybe I'd met with an enemy like that."

Shiloe and Akatsuki visited the "Westwind Brigade" because of consultations with Soujiro. When I brought up the conversation in the reading story, I said that I could talk soon enough, so I went out. "Though I'm coming to the west wind," she said in the living room, and Akatsuki followed me to the present day.

Shiloe's inquiry into Souzillow was directed at the "Monster Naming a Typical Disaster". Transformation of the Enemy after the Catastrophe. Alternatively, the presence of special energies. Siroe, who began gathering information to learn more about it, caught the big winner in the first place.

Souzillow and Nazna, as Siroe had a hunch...... or brought him information beyond that imagination.

"Other than us, it seems we have an encounter report. Oh? Looks like it's not the same one."

"Mr. Nazna, you're the same."

"Ma'am. We have a girl information network. That's amazing. Shishi."

Siloe was actually informed about a monster called a catastrophe.

It is only now that we know that those monsters are known as catastrophes, but the report that a new species of monster has been discovered on this Yamato server is actually not so rare.

Much of this was the brave assumption of the "adventurers" who lost their external offensive sites, but scrutinizing reports of such mistakes really mixes reports that seem to be new species rather than mistakes in sight or memory.

Such eyewitness testimony has grown to the point where time has passed since the Catastrophe.

Instead of simply "unknown information has been revealed late," it is as if, "with each passing of time, those cases are increasing".

I don't think all of those new species of monsters are typical disasters, but if you stop by the words of the Souzillows, they had no other experience to encounter besides the Westwind Brigade.

According to the two of them, a monster called Marriage Catastrophe Kamaisal had the ability to "disguise" and "attract the opposite sex".

The city's defense mechanism broke into the city of Akiba, where it was lost, disguised as a young merchant of the "earthlings", bringing various women (adventurers) to his side, whose energies temporarily led to influences that could not be ignored.

The Westwind Brigade apparently led to this enemy's crusade when some members of the Souzillow SS said it was suspicious.

"I'm still impotent."

"We're a decent guild, right? I can't forgive you for putting my hands on my girl."

"Yes, my lord."

To Nazna's words, for some reason Akatsuki snorts proudly.

"Did Akatsuki help you too?

"No, I've never heard that before"

If so, I'm not sure why Shiloe snorts in a good mood there.

With such a siloe beside her. Nazna stretches her chest, and Akatsuki snaps her neck with a look of respect. Look at Souzillo and say, "Why are you reacting like this? If I send out a distress call," I think we're getting along. Girls can be friends as soon as they eat sweet food together, "the soothing reply returned.

The only person who can say such a peaceful thing is Soujiro.

Siloe thinks so.

Fortunately, Shiloe has a better memory, and we haven't forgotten the tragedy at the Libra Festival. What happened to the three siloes who "ate sweets together" in the "Dance Terrier" cake buffet? It is not the same vessel as Saudirou.

Siloe was determined not to go into this issue.

Nazna went on to say that she would put her gaze back on the bundle of paper at hand.

"What's in our ears right now is the plague disaster Sislau, the scandal disaster Zahun, the metric disaster Bagris and..."

Besides, the wedding catastrophe that we taught you.

"That's the way it is."

The bundle of paper seemed like a report note I made rapidly.

"I put the detailed story together in a note.... What are these guys, Shilo"

The tone of Nazna's voice becomes low.

The small crushed word was "stinky". It would be Nazna's intuition. She looks like a big drinker, but she's only sharp. Shiloe was helped by such naznas during the (Tea Party) period, and ten times the number helped was abused.

Nevertheless, it is also true that I have difficulty responding.

New Monster added in "Opening the Nouathphere". It's easy to explain that, but I didn't even think that was true. At the moment, there is nothing to corroborate the information that Shiloe found out. Maybe you can't take the backing. Siloe has such a hunch.

……

"You're the enemy, aren't you? Senior Ciro."

That's why I couldn't answer Souzillo's words instantly.

I think it's the enemy. I wonder if I will be stuck in the future of the "Adventurer" on the road of Shiloe at ten and eighty-nine. But I wasn't sure that was the enemy in the sense of the word. No. On the contrary, I also have a feeling he's not an enemy. The falling tree blocking the road is an obstacle (,,,,,,,,,,) | as in ",,,,,,,,,,,,," but not an enemy.

"They're going to attack us. We have to fight."

So I neither affirmed nor denied Souzillow's words, and Shiloe rephrased them.

But they were better off with Souzillo.

Smiling loudly as I was relieved, I said, "Good. I already knocked him out," he snaps.

Oh, well. Siroe was convinced that she was more worried about the person she had already crusaded than she was about to question Siroe.

A junior named Souzillow seems to admire the siloe thing for some reason. It's something you've missed for a long time. From that time on, it wasn't just a good (tea party) activity, but I also threw a party and went out to dungeons everywhere. When Soujiro and Shiloe go to see each other, they often work with direct successors and Kazuhiko, and since that time Shiloe has been molested by Soujiro fans such as Princess Sha.

He's a sweet boy. Saudirou is.

"But somewhere different from a normal monster"

"Are these guys also affected by the Catastrophe? Otherwise," Open the Nouathphere. "

Souzillow and Nazna have asked Shiloe, distracted by such a thought.

We're both smart. Even if I don't know what's going on, my instincts alone almost say the right thing.

"Both of them."

"... Phew."

Nazna did not inquire further into Siroe's reply. Nazna has a criterion that Shiloe doesn't know how to move forward, and she can't step in above that line. Maybe that stems from her being older than Siloe.

"Is there anything we can do? Senior Ciro."

To Souzillow's inquiry, Shiloe said, "I want some more information. Then time," he replied. "You mean we just have to protect this city," snorts loudly at Nazna, who is as predictable as ever.

"Hey. So that means it's the way it's been. Leave it to me."

Souzillow smiled with a smile that was so powerless.

Though Siloe was relieved by the good look on the face of someone who seemed weak, she also thought that it should not be sweet.

Reminds me of the home of the old Akiba station, where night bugs dance.

Souzillow accepted without asking why, Siroe's desire to cooperate in establishing the Round Table Conference.

Souzillow's response to his acceptance is mild, but that is why he has not refused to say that the determination and vows put at the bottom are mild, etc. There is certainly an aspect to the fact that we were able to launch the Roundtable Conference because of the support of Soujiro. From bad reviews and pressure at the launch of Crescent Burger, it was the Westwind Brigade that protected the Three Moons Alliance. Siloe found out about it later. Some of the stuffing was sweet. Siloe is just saved. That smudged my heart warmly.

"Well, I'll take care of it. We're getting stronger too."

"Leave it to me, Senior Shiro"

"Leave it to me, my lord."

I don't know why, but Akatsuki, who contracts like the other team, was funny, and Shiloe laughed dull. Souzillow also blows out on it.

"Oh, my God, Souji"

"Anything. Senior Shiro.... Girls are strong aren't they?"

Well, that's strong. Siloe stood up that it would be too strong.

Souzillow groaned pompously at Shiloe, who said goodbye greetings with his face against his paralyzing leg.

"It was a weird enemy. Senior Ciro."

It must be about a catastrophe.

Souzillow frowns as he glimpses his memory.

"I wonder what that is. It's been like Elder Tail ever since we got to the world."

"Looks like 'Elder Tail'...?

"Yes, of course. I've never seen it before, and it's been a strange attack, and it was strong."

"Yes, more so than the Earthlings."

"It was like a game. He was a faint enemy, like defeating the Elder Taylor monster."

Souzillow's words are always sensible. I'm not comfortable explaining the process in a straightforward way, just because I have the ability to get to the right answer.

But Siroe carved the word into his chest.

I'm sure there's something to be drawn from there.

◆ 06

By the time I left the Alliance House of the Westwind Brigade, the sky had already been stained with cedar.

Not as busy as the original world, even at sundown, the city of Akiba is busy.

Pedestrians looking for accommodation.

This stall boasts the flavour of selling dinner vegetables.

Adventurers returning from a suburban field to base.

Siroe and Akatsuki walked side by side amid crowds of "adventurers" and "earthlings".

Vaguely looking at the people you go out with. The orange-dyed view overlapped with the word "like" by Souzillow. I guess that refers to those days when we just had to watch over the display. But I didn't think this mess right now in front of me was that of the game.

I wonder what made Souzillow choose that word. Siloe has not yet been swept away by a classical disaster. So I didn't know what Souzillo wanted to say or what he was feeling.

"Monarch"

Would you have walked enough?

Shiloe perceived the passage of time more as a result of location travel than as a sense of time.

It was an adorable move to rinse the siloe that was falling into my thoughts with a questioning akatsuki voice and pulling the sleeve of the siloe.

Soon, realizing that she had forgotten her presence, Shiloe stopped.

"Hmm? What? Akatsuki"

Akatsuki, peering down at Shiloe's face, said with a thought face, "Are you tired, my lord?," he asked.

"Huh? Why? That's not true."

"Right."

In reply to Shiloe's reply, Akatsuki also replied, as usual, with few words. Shortly after the catastrophe, Shiloe was also trying to connect conversations, but now she thinks less so. Maybe Akatsuki isn't looking for a conversation. He just really worried me. Now Siloe knows that.

Akiba at dusk was beautiful if you looked up in the mood like that time you walked on the beach.

Is it because of the rain that fell yesterday, the green of April is all the more vivid, reflecting the shimmering sunset of the cedar? Two or three adventurers entered the store as the sober tavern began calling in the orange "fluorescent lamp".

Central Avenue has poor prospects because of ancient trees and mossy abandoned vehicles compared to that of the Earth's Akihabara. However, the streetshoulders covered in cockerel are lined with stalls lined with skewers and fried food, creating a warm atmosphere.

This is the dusk of the city of Akiba.

Shiloe and Akatsuki stood still and watched it for a while.

"It also smells delicious, my lord," Akatsuki whispered.

That must smell like a bun.

Siroe laughed funny and small at such Akatsuki's reaction.

"It doesn't mean I want you to buy anything else. My Lord."

That's not what I thought.

"Lai Lai"

That's how Shiloe remembered an earlier act at The Westwind Brigade.

Less words like this, more like a familiar akatsuki, who was very close to Nazna earlier. It hasn't always been that way. At least until Shiloe left Akiba, I don't think Akatsuki would have actively teased anyone other than The Horizon of Records.

"Do you play with Nazna or not?

"Mm-hmm. Nazna's a delicious diner."

"Oh well."

Siloe nodded at Akatsuki, whose only tone he played was his heart.

Apparently, Akatsuki's friendship range is widening.

"I'm not just going with Nazna, I'm going with Reese, Micah Lizard, and the princess"

"Really?"

Nodding, but as for the siloe, I was quite surprised.

Of course, I know Akatsuki will rub it when I show the surprise, so I won't put it on my face. I won't let it out, but I could tell that was quite a groundbreaking event. Akatsuki named it "Westwind Brigade" (D.D.D.) and certainly includes members of the Roderick Chamber of Commerce. It's Princess Rainesia for you.

Before going out to negotiate with the Sacrifice clan to the North, Shiloe recalled asking Akatsuki to escort Princess Rainesia.

"There was a lot going on while my master was gone."

"Oh well."

I guess Akatsuki also got a lot of things in Akiba, just as Shiloe got a lot of things in "Naruto's Way".

Since the Catastrophe, technology and autonomous organizations and monsters have not been the only ones that have changed.

The Shiloes themselves are changing. That doesn't just mean changing levels or obtaining oral biographies. Rather, it is difficult for the eyes to see to connect with people. Never having thought about it from the point of view of saying so before, Shiloe remembered his expedition north.

Best friend you've been following. Straight ahead. He looks like the Lord of the Alliance House now that he has become close. Alliance Master, William. The star of the sacrificial family. Li-Gang, a magician. And Demiquas.

Both good and bad encounters resonate and are now connected.

I'm sure they're not in vain.

"Yeah," Akatsuki replied when Shiloe looked down. The sunset slowly sets. Time to head back to Guildhall for dinner.

"Siloe."

A different girl's voice echoed from Akatsuki's when the two plugged in front of the Guild Hall.

"Minori"

Minori, who ran over to the two of us for a small run, was not a witch outfit when she went on an adventure, but a personal outfit with a tie to her blouse.

"Hmm. It was a nice vibe."

"Mr. Shiloe, Mr. Akatsuki, are you home now?

Minori, both of us in bouncing footsteps, has looked up at the siloe from the opposite side of Akatsuki. Smiling Minori still looks in a good mood today.

"That's right. Did Minori finish her part-time job?

"Yeah. I got you a souvenir today"

"Even today (,),"

Akatsuki corrects Minori's words in a sharp tone.

Minori had bags of bread in both hands, with ingredients, medicines, etc.

I guess it was given to her part-time destination, the Productive Alliance Liaison Committee and the Roundtable Conference Adventure Office.

Minori, who is unsuitable for her age and boasts a high degree of clerical ability, has been heard to be treasured as a first-line force in these workplaces as well. She seems to be idle, even at the desk, at the right fold.

Akatsuki quickly holds onto the luggage that is about to fall from the bag and asks Minori if she is okay. I said to the two of you who solidify in a pageant position, "Shall I have it?" Siroe asks, "Minori seemed to have something to show.

"It's Hei Cha. Because, hmm."

And when Minori handily pushed the luggage overflowing in the bag of shoulder lowering, she received it with both hands to show off its strange cloth bag.

"My magic bag."

"Oh!"

Minori's full smile also smiles with siloes and acorns.

They finally finished the Magic Bag. It's not just the minnoli that I use every day like this, but the tower, the fifty bells, and the Lundell House. Serara of the March Alliance also obtained the Magic Bag.

On the contrary, a line of minnows gave the city of Akiba a grace that was not small.

The stunning "Steel Tail Dragon" (Wyvern) skin brought back by the Minori popularized the "Magic Bag" to the low level "Adventurers" of Akiba City. It was supposed to be a "magic bag" where you could only take quests and make up to one at a time, but Karasin persuaded the artisans of the "Landlords" to lower the level of quest orders. Thanks to the fact that even the Eighth Shop District offered production fees, even the best newcomers in the city of Akiba are able to possess "magic bags" of their own designs.

The battle with the Steel Tail Dragon, the many encounters and the inseparable grid, Siloe was heard from Minori's mouth for several nights.

They went through a lot on that journey. Not only was it fun, but I also felt bitter and tense. Still, this is how Minori and the others laugh.

Siroe thought it was frankly amazing.

Even if I was on that journey, I don't know if I could have been as kind as Minori or Toya. Speaking of whether I could have inspired the "earthlings" with as much courage as the Fifty Bells and Lundelhouse, I doubt it would be possible.

"Ho!

Akatsuki stares around at Minori as he grows older.

"Minori designed it?

Siloe heard it from Karasin and knew it, but I asked. I don't know, but the "Minori Design" "Magic Bag" that grew up with something like hands and feet is avant-garde. "That's right!" and to Minori, who speaks with a full grin, Akatsuki said, "Wow! Minori, you're a better woman!," he said.

Siroe stared at the sight in a somewhat dizzying way.

After all, it's changing. That's probably a good thing to look at both of you.

"Here we go, shall we buy souvenirs?"

"Agreed!

"My lord, I desire you."

"Mr. Akatsuki likes you."

Two replies are made to the siloe, which does not spoil but proposes a souvenir, as it sounds. I'm also happy to improve my teamwork. but Shiloe wanted a take-out. If it's a take-out, I can eat it with my direct successor, Chief Nyantai. You shouldn't have to take the two attacks alone.

"Um, it's supremely sweet."

"Sometimes, why don't you make it jelly or something?

"Is Minori unhappy with your pan?"

"It's not like that, but the... Variably."

"Mummy."

Minori's interaction with Akatsuki continued lightly. We're a lot less likely to have shunned from each other somewhere. We live in the same guild house, so we break it down. There is also a change in such a small place.

It would be perfect if you would avoid talking to yourself on the left and right.

Siloe thought so and smiled sadly behind her glasses.

I've thought about that for once, but I know you won't listen to me when I say it. When a woman is in a bad mood in the first place, she intentionally twists this statement, and when she's in a good mood, she goes through. Intics was.

Speaking of "she", I don't listen to myself in a good mood at all times.

"You can buy them both."

"Yes, Mr. Akatsuki."

"I don't have a choice."

"I like strawberry shortcakes, okay. Mr. Siloe. Let's have a treat for me, too. Let's do that!

He managed to find a good landing spot. He was the owner of a lovely voice that greatly disturbed the siloe from side to side. He looked like a coquettish idol, with a small silk hat on his pink hair as usual.

"Mm-hmm!

Akatsuki jumps at Tora dressed like a tackle on Shiloe's waist and pulls like that.

"Don't stick to my master. Half an idol."

"Not half, I'm perfect, in English. Perfect. When it comes to galaxies, it's galaxy! Even Mr. Shiloe is happy to be stuck."

"You don't think, do you?

"This is not the only time I'm indecisive!

I glanced at it like I saw something incredible and was surprised and taken. It's this self-proclaimed idol that's overreacting in everything. Despite the shallow sun in the guild, Torah was completely familiar with the Horizon of Records with such a character.

"Eh, that's what they thought I was..."

"Mm-hmm. Look, Mr. Siloe. Let's go to Kanako's!

My lord, there's a bakery.

"Wow, you can buy shortcakes too!

"Seasonal. Sakura filling bread, when will you eat it if you don't eat it now?"

"Okay. I'll have the three of you pull Mr. Shiloe to do the one favor you didn't give him until the end!

"What!? Then I'd like my left leg."

"Then I'm on my right leg!

What kind of torture are you willing to inflict?

Siloe shrugged her shoulders with a bitter laugh.

Hearing the lively voice of the Trinity, Siloe looks up at the sky, which is turning purple.

There's a lot to think about. I couldn't cut this little happiness. There is a dusk looming in the world. Shiloe was in a position to know that even though she was just a graduate student.

Adventurer does not have an end to death (Dead End).

However, there may be an end of time (time-up). Siloe blurred the hunch.

◆ 07

The servants' "earthlings" rush to the right and left in the hall, where the scents of oil and spices can enter. They had orders all messed up from the Black Sword Knights' Adventurers.

The training of unfamiliar (earthlings) opponents is often more tiring than adventure. And healing fatigue is a good meal and a good market. The appetite of the Black Sword Knights was unbeatable and booming.

That's no exception to the Alliance Master, Isaac. Move well and eat well what is good. That, he believed, was fundamental to strength making, even in this world, where physical performance depended on the level.

Where a knife is placed in thick meat, the paperwork is placed loudly on Isaac's table, and the barley liquor on the table waves.

"Good evening. Mr. Isaac."

"Whoa? Whoa. Karasin."

"Come on."

Without evil, Karasin, the guild master of the production-based guild (Eighth Mall), sat across from Isaac.

The noisy store is quiet. The Knights of the Black Sword is a group that places a lot of weight on the sports club system and the relationship between the top and bottom. If you imitate sitting on your own in the Alliance Master's seat, you will be squished tightly by eye-catching seniors if you are a member.

Well, karasin is "approximate." Even though he is one of the "Eleven of the Round Table," he is also a weak honored man by the standards of the Black Sword Knights.

Isaac took control of a few of the members with his hands, looking bored, as they floated from their seats.

Isaac points his meat-pierced fork at Karasin, who is going to turn the same sales smile, whether he knows what's going on around him or not.

"You've been easy lately."

"That's not the kind of thing you care about, is it? Mr. Isaac."

"Well, yes. I'm talking about you, not this way."

"Hahaha. I choose who I am."

"Damn. I don't get it. It's him."

The Eighth Shopping District is one of the production guilds, especially with the Earthlings. Its guild master, Karasin, is a foodie crossing with the (earthlings) merchants of Haiqian Mountain Thousand.

Taking off his trademark hat, Karasin called out to the (earthlings) walking nearby. "Oh, me too, cold and mebal fries"

The waitress, dressed in clothing, wrote down the order on the note at hand and made his way to the kitchen in a courtesy. Apparently, he's thorough in his [Adventurer] -style manoeuvres.

"To this effect, Meval Fly."

"Right. It's like I'm looking forward to it."

"Are you still making money today?

"Please don't tell me you're making money. This is the first branch of our Eighth Mall. As good as it sounds, and we need to look at the books."

The dining hall was also set up in a shopping mall that should be known as the "Eighth Mall", which was located in Mai Hama. There seemed to be a lot of troublesome negotiations about placing a branch on Lord Cowen's lap, the leader of the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, but the actor was Karasin. Rezalic told me that neither the largest IOM nor the Roderick Chamber of Commerce, which possesses a variety of advanced technologies, had any complaints about the branch of the Eighth Shopping District being placed because of that background.

"It's not far from Akiba."

Water was offered to Karasin, and Rezalik sat beside them.

In relation to the availability of materials for large-scale combat, Rezaric and Karasin have a long relationship. Especially after the catastrophe, I was told that I personally had various exchanges of information.

"Yeah. If I'm alone. Giant Aur."

"What are you doing on Aur?"

"I don't have Eagle Lion (Griffon) anywhere in a major guild. That's just the Reid Guild."

Compared to Eagle Lion, Giant Lion has inferior speeds and navigation distances, and longer reuse regulations. There are more users than the Eagle Lion to get it on Reid Quest, but it was a "lukewarm ride" if you try it on Isaac.

"You're weak."

"Yes, I'm weak. I'll multiply the price of Mr. Isaac's dishes by a hundred times."

Keep smiling, Karasin says.

"Damn you."

"I don't care about that."

Isaac's words were pale blocked by the lesary.

"Hey no."

"It doesn't matter, does it?"

"Yes."

Isaac decides that this guy is similar to Rezalik. I flinch on the brink of my own explosion, a bastard who doesn't know if he's blunt or has a shitty chest. And Isaac was revisiting someone like that.

Place the dish on the table where the waitress has raised the hot air. On a white plate, a tightly colored mebal fried and chopped cabbage and a stuffed and served tartare sauce appetite.

"Oh. Sounds good. Ahhh."

When I plug in the fork, Zak, I make a noise and my clothes rip. With a sauce full of onions, Karasin moved in and cheeked it up.

Isaac snarls his nose as he sees Karasin flapping his fry instantly as he snorts. Rezalik ordered another two plates of Meval Fries from the waitress.

"Damn you, you're here to interrupt."

"That's not true. It's work, for once. Yes."

From the lumbar paperwork bag, Karasin takes out a piece of paperwork. Isaac handed it to Rezalik without a glance when he received it.

"Roundtable meeting?"

"Well, slow down"

To his deputy's words, Isaac inquired as he took one fry from Karasin's plate.

"What is it now?

"What's the story for now? Is it a monster called a catastrophe?"

From the two new plates of meval fries carried by the waitress, Karasin answers as he pierces one of the fries.

"Oh, keep your ears shut. What the...?

Isaac pulled a plate of hot fries on hand as he turned the dish of the diminished one to the lesary. Rezalik sighs and splits the fries from his plate into Isaac and Karasin one by one.

"I don't know either. Besides, Mr. Earthlings is in a state of war."

"... the soldiers the West is gathering."

The information that Minami's "Adventurer" and the Western Japanese grounders' organization "Holy Empire Westlande" were working hand in hand to augment the military was one of the concerns of the Round Table Conference.

"That's right. All right, let's get you out of trouble. Those guys... And then welfare, budget, equality."

"Ains bastard, don't bother me."

"Well, I still have to do something about it face-to-face."

"Phew."

Isaac glanced into Karasin's face again as he carried the last tail of the Meval Fly into his mouth.

"What is it, that? Mr. Isaac."

He's a bit of a good guy, and he's always laughing naggingly. She is sweet to a woman and stretches right under her nose, chatting and doing cute things in relation to the top. Behave cleverly and take away all the delicious parts of things. You're like such a soft man's specimen. At first, it looked that way.

When Isaac was in the original world, he didn't care about guys like that himself, and those guys, they didn't come near Isaac. We're people from another world to each other, and that's what I thought we were already.

But why, if you talk to him, he's got a lot of muscle too. If it's light, it flickers all over the place. If it is soft, it becomes soft and enters between the two as a buffer. Karasin is fighting in this new world the way Isaac won't. I see that. Okay, so I can't beat him up without a headache.

"No, you're not a miscellaneous fish, either."

"That's terrible!? It!"

"Well, that's nice."

"Ma Nan Suka. So this is still an autonomous organization. It's easy to throw away, but it's hard to make it, isn't it? Roundtable Meeting"

"Sort of."

"So does Mr. Isaac. So work. Yikes. Hey, hey."

"Uh. Let it go, merchant. Your voice sounds like a bone in your head."

"If you cut me off, I'll split into two pieces and chat from left to right in the surrounds."

Isaac with his eyebrows jumping and a smiling karasin staring at him.

Often, they both blew out at the same time.

"Look at you. He wasn't around. I thought you were more frightened."

"I'm also an Alliance leader, so I can't seem to stay that small. Oh, boy. Besides, I thought Isaac was 80% gorilla, 20% human."

"What do you think, actually?"

"I will refrain from commenting"

"Isaac is more or less a gorilla than a gorilla."

Barley liquor in Isaac's glass and water in the karacin was added by Rezalik.

"Reza, hey, which side are you on?"

The mouth of a serious lesalic loosens just a little. The surrounding table was engulfed by a lively laugh as Karasin slapped his hand and laughed, ripples spreading.

Karasin whispers in a whisper as it is disputed by its vortex.

"I know you're feeling bluffy, but Westlande has a bad vibe."

"Oh."

"That we are in the process of forming an army..."

"I don't think there's ever going to be a" round table meeting "with |" PLANT HWYADEN "over there, but it's irrelevant."

"It must be difficult."

"Roundtable Meeting" (Akiba) and | "PLANT HWYADEN" "Minami" are not ostensibly hostile. But suppose their respective allies, the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal and the Holy Empire Westlande, collide.

I was talking about someone I knew getting beat up and being able to decide who I knew. That much is intuitively understood by Isaac as well.

"Do you think the Shiloe one saw this painting and asked us to level up the Knights of the Earth?

"It's a possible story. My God, Lord Shiloe, it's a black belly."

"I have to ask around."

To Isaac's words, Karasin did to, and held up his mouth.

"Well, attendance at the Round Table," he said. Mr. Isaac is on a mission in this Mayhama, but you must have legs, right? It's a raid guild. "

"Oh, there's a Griffon."

"She's not here, though."

To Isaac hanging the summoning whistle, Rezaric mixes it back. Unexpectedly, Isaac's words were jammed.

"What a woman! That's okay. That's okay. Even if you go out with him, it's a quick goodbye. Oh, my God, make it a pain in the ass."

"Hahaha. Planning? Concordance."

"Are you serious!?

"Yes, of course. I know the way."

Mr. Karasin doesn't have a girlfriend, does he?

It was now Karasin who had just been cut by Rezalik's returned sword.

Sure, if you have an opponent, there's no way it's going to be a hundred battles. It was a public secret at the Round Table Conference that Karasin was a cheeky letter to Marielle of the March Alliance, as was the fact that it ended up empty.

Well, even Isaac is not in a privileged position to point to it most laughably. If we had played until this age, it would have been that there were five or ten heterosexual people in that relationship, but Isaac would have been swept away after a few nights in that relationship. It seems that when refreshed, the treatment of women becomes cluttered.

It's not Isaac who can fool Karasin.

"Buhaha! This guy, he's not a woman to you, or anything like that!

But he didn't care, and Isaac laughed with a big mouth.

"That's none of our business."

Karasin rebuts with a broken poker face and black and white eyes.

Isaac lowered his sip when he saw it, sipping away the warmer barley wine in one breath. There are a lot of things I don't care about, but it's not so much that I have a problem talking stupid and drinking.

Karasin followed the spirits Isaac had switched from barley.

There's no way I can't enjoy having a lot of trouble in front of me. Life generally stinks of trouble. Covering the liquor in front of you is a fool's thing to do.

That night, they overlaid the cup until they fell asleep on the stone floor of the tavern.

The only thing that made Karasin woman's taste laugh was inscribed on Isaac as a pleasant memory.