Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Pimp and shake his ears, then the military horse looks around.

The building, slightly coarsely assembled using this excavated stone, was visible from his eyes, as it had been for a long time now.

As you continue to drive through the harsh desert areas, the watery air that reaches you from the oasis is pleasant. Besides, saddles and blushes have already been removed, so when I hit the lightness of my body, I tremble.

and then a small woman with bright hair peered into the building. Blink your blue sky eyes and stare at each other often.

Eventually, as abruptly as when she shows up, she disappears across the wall. With my fellow horses. "What was that?" and looked at each other.

This stone building is not large enough and there are about five of them collected. Beyond the square window, the rest of my crew can be transported to different buildings. And even in the distance everyone's expression seemed calm from him.

Those who take care of horses want to praise "smart creatures" with their mouths together.

That must be because there's so much more to feel than any other animal.

It was not only natural changes, but also the appearance of fellow human beings, and the long common life that made it possible to read human expressions.

So when you inhale the smell with a big nose, you can even smell the rider's intelligence and character.

And what I could sniff out at this time was that the horses around me were freeing themselves from this streak of tension.

The disastrous signs that arrived from the south turned somewhere into air like every other person. So I shook my ears and shook my throat when I hit him to leak a soothing breath with my familiar companion.

And there's another thing I can sniff out.

It arrives mixed with the wind from Aosis, a scent of grass that I feel so nostalgic that I accidentally rock my tail high.

Eventually a mountain of grass appears at the doorway where everyone is paying attention. Brightly colored green in a wooden bucket, the woman's body obliquely inclined to "oops" when she got it.

There's something amazing about the pile!

Yes, the horses were so excited, they scratched the ground early and with their front legs to remind them.

Treating herbivorous horses in this desert area is quite laborious. There is magic when it comes to heat resistance, so it doesn't matter, but it is very difficult to always prepare fresh grass.

As a result, the headcount is small, and bait often deals with substitutes. Naturally, life expectancy is also extremely short.

So they rejoiced in the blue grass that was put in the dusty and empty bait table. With his nose pointing at him, he eats grass with great momentum.

She has blue sky eyes no matter how much she eats, she brings a "change," and brushes her body as a delight when her hands are free.

This is good again.

It's just itchy and other prospects, and when I'm ruined, I forget about my pride as a military horse, and my eyes get dizzy.

The water put in the bucket is also cold enough to think that it is fresh water drawn up earlier, and the eyes of the horse are closed so that it is said that it will come back to life.

When I realized it, it was enough to pout.

What is this place, heaven?

Even with those eyes pointed around them, the companions also have a frightened face. I just think that I want to be friends with that smelly woman from now on.

I was tired of taking care of the greedy men, and I don't want to go back in that disastrous southern direction or anything.

And the woman who stood in front of her takes something out of the pocket, as I recall. It is a reddish-colored apple with a sweet, sour smell around it.

If you can show me something that sounds like a throat, I'll always feel this way, whether it's a flourishing military horse or not.

Oh, no, I want to stay here forever.

As such, the prince's only submarine thinks as he grabs an apple full of honey.

Well, I don't actually really hate women for being a horse. Because mischief gives me an interesting reaction, and because I'm weak, it listens to this selfishness.

Just like that, something unexpected happened when a nasty horse tried to sneak her blonde hair from behind. Bringing the bull and the tip of his nose closer together, his people got in the way from the side.

Chestnut and big in body, he is a man close to a leader in the herd. Excellent judgment, saving my people's crises every now and then, even during wartime.

The man stares at him as if to say, "Don't make fun of my master," and the earlier shakes his ears anxiously.

A blonde looking back, she looks up at her squeaky companion and then starts scratching the back of her neck to comfort her. That's all that made him in a better mood.

They were good at reading human expressions, but they came here and appeared to understand each other without having to read them.

They guessed what they wanted with just one eye, and they want to get close because it smells good.

So everyone's gaze was drawn to the thick book that the woman had taken out "at last".

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Prince Walth was eating face to face.

That's the sight I didn't imagine. Beyond the slopes that descend somewhat, from the gaps in the trees, we see a surface of water that reflects light slightly.

Hakam peeks into his condition as he observes.

As far as the expression goes, I'm surprised. I should have dived into the labyrinth, but it is only natural that such a sight should suddenly appear.

But the cold blue eyes begin to look all over the surrounding area, then crouch down and touch the wet leaves on the morning dew.

Hakam called out from behind, not moving as it was for a while.

"How have you been, Prince Walth"

The area is a deep forest, and if you look at it, you can see the blue sky beyond the trees. But the morning sun that plugs in is gentler than the one bathed on the ground earlier.

I crushed the chiseled leaves with my fingers and smelled one before he finally replied.

"... no, it doesn't seem like illusion or anything. So this is what the second tier looks like now?

From the look on his face as he said and turned, the surprise sentiment earlier had faded. At the same time, Hakam wonders if this is the property of the royalty.

It is never made public, but they have magic that only a very limited number of the royals deal with.

Measure individual abilities in numbers, such as levels, and make adjustments to give them an advantage over their opponents in battlefields and politics. For them, who are required to govern and move their surroundings efficiently, they see everything without having to obtain permission to disclose information, etc., if they are domestic.

Yes, the observational eye is their weapon.

- Did you check the coordinates and even the ingredients of the grass trees in the short time now?

Ability to be stunned if normal, but for some reason Hakam wasn't so upset. I don't know about myself why that is, and I speak up again, wondering.

"We are reporting all of this change, but Aja, the leader of the magic, said that sealing the hierarchy resulted in degeneration."

"Perverted......? Hey, show them where you sealed the Hierarchist right now. You're gonna have to wait here."

As he stood up and ordered the Yes Close Guard, he rang metal armor and corrected his spine and said, "Ha!" and reply sharply. Then they immediately began to line up their shields and form a circle.

We have left two hundred soldiers in Aosis to manage our luggage and horses, and the remaining three hundred elites will begin to build their own battles, as we can tell.

It is as rudimentary as it was during a labyrinth attack, and those around them stare at it in a pompous manner. It's a peaceful land with no dangerous enemies or anything else, but it seems to have been something only they think they live in.

"... This place has already been attacked and is not dangerous. Our base is still ahead of us, don't you think it's okay if we get the move done first?

"It's useless. Hakam, don't make me say it twice. Show them where we've sealed the Hierarchist now."

With a chilling glance, I have no choice but to summon Aja, the Magic Master, Doula as a guide. I turned my gaze on that and Uridora, but was turned away from me "on my own, but good," so I have no choice but to follow the same number of soldiers as the prince's Kingsguard.

And a team of diamonds with a lot of female crew said, "Would you mind if I went back to the hall?" I don't mind, get ready to welcome me, "he nodded silently as he turned his gaze.

He was supposed to indulge in meals, hot springs, etc. and make a good impression, but Prince Walth at the time seems to have something else to worry about.

I had no choice but to form an expedition, take a sigh of hum and then head to the woods.

In the early morning, from the depressed and lush woods, the morning was awake. The sunlight plugs in and dyes overhead like a curtain.

But even the sounds of the awakened birds, the princes walk carelessly. What he was taking was a knight dressed in armor, with a neat face, and six men. That would be the katana the royals have, SS (Royal Guard).

Without having a conversational conversation, follow Doula's lead.

Eventually, covered by branches all the way overhead, he continued to walk through the tunnels created by nature for a long time to reach the land that sealed the Lord of the Hierarchy of the day.

That was sloppy as multiple trees stuck together, hundreds of years old - no, it wasn't strange enough to be over a thousand years old.

Doula explained what had happened in this place, but the prince proceeded to tell him to move on.

And he did not hesitate to peel off the skins of the trees, and peeled his eyes together at the way he cut a thousand bumps and twats.

"Ma'am, wait, Prince Walth! This is the heart, so to speak, that supports our second tier. I'd like you to stop imitating the absurd!

He was the one to say it, but the SS holds his shoulders off from both sides. And the prince takes the notebook out of his pocket without even having the ear to hear it, and peeks into the stone artifact that was behind the tree.

"Hmm, is this the perversion? Funny, it's like he wants to be a god too. Then... hey, keep those guys away from me. He could have been transformed with the Hierarchist."

"What are you saying! Prince!"

In a hurry to say so, Walth finally turned around. I have a bruised wrinkle on my mouth and my eyes are not the only ones laughing. With that look.

"Hakam, I was interested in the land, too. Let me stay for a while unless I hear from my home country. And I hear you're planning on welcoming us, but I don't know what kind of meal. I'll leave you alone."

And the laughter deepened, and the prince preached such words.

There is something immeasurable in Hakam about what the royalty of Alirai sees.

But for some reason it still didn't seem very scary, and he tilted his neck in his chest.

Well, that's when we were on our way home together.

Prince Walth seemed preoccupied with the Second Hierarchy Lord, and didn't even care if the forest ran out and fertile meadows spread.

One woman emerges from that nagging slope.

I get one look that surprises me that there are so many people out there, and I hang out and drop a bucket about whether my hand slipped or not. Then I rush to remove the embroidered cloth of my nose and cover my face.

I passed by bright red to my ears without a glance, and even with animals following her it was similar.

The chestnut animal cleverly puts a wooden bucket in his mouth, with colorful vegetables peeking into it.

The prince walks about a few steps as he is, and looks back at it in a curly fashion.

There was his beloved horse running down the meadow, and he often lost his word as he pointed his index finger at him.

Also at the same time, Hakam was giving one answer: "If these kids were around, wouldn't they be surprised about the royal abilities?"