Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

In the early morning, the desert area is still cold.

And Hakam stroked his arms, the man who commanded the commando.

The land has a structure that creeps through the rocky mountains directly from the top and doesn't let the moisture from the oasis escape to the outside. Greens grow higher up on the high ground, so much so that some people enjoy a refreshing stroll in time.

And today, soldiers form a line without a minute of disturbance around Hakam. Those who usually put together rough practical uniforms wear formal jackets all the time this day, and they keep waiting for that time.

He leaks a satisfying breath when he looks around like that.

Attacks to the third tier of the ancient labyrinth, which were untouched by the former, and clashes with the Demon Army. There are overflowing signs of Pierce as a strong man, who probably won't even take a crack at the regular army that's about to emerge.

Diamond squad with Zarish, once even hailed as a brave candidate. Considering the situation, he covers his face with armor, but he can't hide any signs of smudging.

It is the Pseli of the Blackrose family that leads the way (Master). Hakam thinks she's changed in the land again.

Previously he was an adherent to Zarish, but now he's a shameless and grand gesture to the Black Rose family name, and he's proud of those around him.

Zarish's step back provided him with a strong sense of solidarity. It doesn't look like a group like a precision machine like before, but in his eyes as if everyone is showing stretch and individuality.

And on the other side with the hackam pinched, it's such an amazing ruby squad that you can't die if you want to. Gaston, the leading old man, would be the symbol of that.

How many years have you been searching for a glorious place to die? The old man, who has both one and two habits, chops up his enemies as if he were a floating living being. Regardless, the Royal Regular Army, which is about to show up, doesn't even put it on my nose, and my outfit is disfigured...... so?

"Hey, tighten the button. I'll kill you."

When I tell him so, the old man carves a wrinkle between his eyebrows, "Huh?" He gives one hateful look and retightens his jacket full of wrinkles looking annoying.

It will also be influenced by the ruler that the inferior laughter of Hihihi is raised by his men. Totally troubled, Hakam strokes his chin mustache and then smells the luminous scent of the oasis.

That's what I think about the big changes that have taken place since I've been here.

The woman alongside the Zera of the Southand family, the red-haired Doula, etc., represents a dizziness and talent, freely manipulating as many as two hundred soldiers as local commanders in the labyrinth attack.

I had a calm judgment from the beginning, but I couldn't imagine growing this far.

"Hakam, I don't think so, but are you feeling sentimental?

That's what they called me, and when I looked next door, the wrinkly old man was smiling at Nii.

The Wizard Aja has been a shoulder-to-shoulder partner since the early days of the offense, and he makes a runaway but accurate statement.

One shoulder shrugged, then Hakam opened his mouth.

"I don't know. It's just that when you're waiting like this, you're only gonna be soaked in sentiment."

Not at all. The wrinkly old man gives an even more wrinkly grin.

From the cane he's attached, 3D footage is emerging. It was the march pattern of the royals and the way they were going down the pit towards the land.

I look across horseback riding and have challenging gaze at the old men.

"Hmm, you gloomy royals. I want to turn your prized gold shiny armor into my gold teeth. What do you say, Hakam? Why don't you tell him it's no use spending all his money on this opportunity?

It sounds like a half joke, but unfortunately I can only tell half what the old man thinks even with Hakam. So I guess it's better to hear it in half.

I almost laugh with my nose at "what's stupid" for Hakam, who has been dealing with royalty as a soldier since childhood in the first place. But as I looked around at the line... I changed my mind.

"That sounds interesting."

Whoa! and the old man has eyes like a kid plotting a prank.

Hakam's slight change of heart was due to the nasty treatment of this ancient labyrinth.

There are countless demons here. I don't know what would happen if it was added to the Demon Army, whether it was a child or not.

I can't help but be angry at the people who don't send reinforcements to watch what happens and come to inspect them after they are safe.

Then Aja scratches the footage away from the ground with her wand away. Eventually, from the exit of the pit, I heard the sound of a hoof, and from right beside me, "Here we go," the old man's pleasant voice was uttered.

The flag flickering in the wind mimics the sun, and the spear with a razor blade that seems to tear the meat apart, and the armor that reflects the sunlight, appear together to make the posture more correct.

It was the Royal Regular Army in the country of Alirai, who was told to run faster than the wind, whether it was the sand or not.

Enchanted to exhaust the hot air, the military horse produces a pneumonia around it. To that march, which progresses without some disturbance, but Hakam glimpses his surroundings without looking. Then he whispered subtly backwards.

"... No way, but are those kids sleepers?

"Heh, heh, I don't know how to do this all day. Even if the royal family is the opponent, those who stand in the way will not be kicked out of the dragon."

What made me laugh back at the garlic was Uridra wrapping her whole body in dress-shaped armor.

I've spent a long time with her, the curator, so I know her personality somehow. The mouth doesn't change only the swordswallowing glow of your eyes, even if you're laughing.

Having understood that it was useless to complain, Hakam looked up at the blue sky and took a long sigh of ahhh.

Thus appeared in the ancient labyrinth 500 regular troops for the purpose of inspection, all of them "troublesome," I thought in my heart.

A hundred horses simultaneously stationary, making noises.

There are more than a few infantry in the rear, and this one is armor dominated by silver. All with an emphasis on improved mobility and heat resistance, the exhausted heat wind touches the cheeks. The refreshing air I had earlier completely disappeared.

"Welcome, Hakam. Well done. You protected our ruins from the Demon Army."

"Ha, thank you, Prince Walth. Let us continue to protect the ruins with our strong protection."

"... Sounds like it. The number of soldiers I was hearing about in the report has not decreased so much. Well, let me tell you what kind of hand you used later."

I don't even try to hide the sight of something frigid. Even without saying, "What kind of deal did you make against the Demon Army? I can see you thinking."

But seeing that attitude does not break Hakam's full of loyalty.

"We are based in the labyrinth. It may be narrow for Prince Walth, but let's talk there."

In a slightly exaggerated gesture, Hakam responded, and all those around him thought, "Adults are tough," like other personnel.

Originally a general named Hakam is a martial arts man, and winning the battle is a top priority. I've been raving about it from day to day that it won't do me any good, such as rhetoric, belly, or etiquette, but they can't even say that when they're up there.

Was it worth it, um, the prince nods and gets off the horse looking in a good mood. It is a magical armor better than those around it. Just walking makes a cool sound similar to a bell, and Uridora and others think "It's like walking wind chimes" all over my chest.

Her eyes turned blue.

"Well, you seem to have a mix of unfamiliar beauties. I am familiar with weapons, too, but this is the first time I have seen such armor. … let's allow ourselves to speak."

You mistakenly thought you were nervous about being taken, the prince adds such words. He took the long man standing beside him, and stood before Uridora the Magic Dragon.

Well, now what's the matter? Her black eyes look at Hakam. He said, "Take it easy! Take it easy!" he said, blue-faced, sighing one in his chest. Then I let my lips open colored like flowers.

"I am Uridora, the Lord of the Second Hierarchy. I'm not familiar with the culture and language of this land, so forgive me if I have any disrespectful remarks."

"I see, if you're from a foreign country, you don't see it. So, what did you say earlier? Lord in a ruin owned by our country?

Walth stuffs a beautiful woman in a blurry tone with a stunning gaze.

He also seemed convinced when he was struck in the ear by a well-faced man who immediately stood beside him, "That's probably misstated, too".

"Fair enough. I have also heard reports that it is based in the second tier. Well, let's get you out of here. I was just tired of the day after day after day of forced forces."

"Yes, please come this way"

In response to Hakam's guidance, a queue is opened.

Ahead there is a big hole that seems to lead to the bottom of the earth, and Hum and Prince Walth snort.

As he passed by, a man standing by Uridora as a butler, a man with fluorescent red hair, only had horrible eyes for a moment.

Thus the royal Regular Armies went to that incredible paradise, the Second Hierarchy Hall.